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Chapter 166

After Roscher's words fell, the entire gymnasium became extremely quiet, and the needles could be heard!

Arrogant!

This foreigner is so arrogant!

Before you start fighting, you say that the other party is his defeated general. This is a great insult to any martial arts practitioner.

As the person involved, Zhao Hu naturally burned the most vigorously.

His face was so angry that it was ashen.

"Then let me see who is the defeated general!"

Zhao Hu snorted coldly, and his figure rushed to Luoshuerch as fast as lightning.

Then, he punched it out with a quick punch.

There was a dull "bang".

Zhao Hu's fist hit Roscher's chest firmly.

The power of this punch was not small, but Zhao Hu was shocked to find that it hit Luo Shuerche's chest and felt like it was hitting a wall.

Not to mention knocking him down, Roscher's body didn't even shake it!

Luo Shurcher's eyes were full of sarcasm and sneered: "What's going on? You Chinese stupid pig? Didn't you eat today? With this soft power, I'm so embarrassed to come up and be my opponent?"

Zhao Hu ignored him, blushed and shouted, and a whip kicked his legs toward Luo Shurcher's waist.

However, Roscher simply raised his hand and easily grabbed his legs. It seemed that he didn't use much strength, so he easily resolved Zhao Hu's offensive.

"After talking about trash, it's trash, get out of here!"

Luo Shurcher raised his hand and punched him, and the amazing force acted on Zhao Hu's chest, instantly knocking him out and falling below the stage.

From Zhao Hu's on stage to when he was knocked off, the whole process was less than a minute.

Zhao Hu, the vice president of Donghai Wushu Association and the former winner of various honorary titles at martial arts competitions of various levels, lost without even a minute in the hands of this foreigner!

No, not a minute.

If we eliminate the time they talk, it would be just one move to Roscher take the initiative to attack.

As Gonroscher said, in his hands, he couldn't hold on for ten seconds!

At this moment, the entire gymnasium was silent.

Everyone was stunned by Roscher's strength.

Even if I had heard of Roscher before, I saw it with my own eyes, but I was still shocked.

Zhao Hu, who was lying down on the stage, did not fall into a coma, quickly got up from the ground and looked at Luo Shuerche on the stage. The horror in his eyes could not disappear no matter what.

powerful!

It's really too strong.

But Zhao Hu felt that to be precise, it was not strong, but strong!

The moment when Luo Shurche's punch exploded on him just now, Zhao Hu felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

That power was so great that he had no place to resist!

Although he was unwilling to accept it, Zhao Hu couldn't say anything.

People have great strength, so they are usually trained.

However, Zhao Hu had no idea that Luo Shuerche's strength was not trained, but was born with it!

Since childhood, Roscher's strength has been much greater than that of ordinary people, and as he grows older, his strength has become stronger and stronger.

It can be said to be born with divine power.

This is also the reason why Roscher is so confident.

In the face of absolutely powerful power, no skill is useful!

But Zhao Hu didn't know, nor did those who watched the game.

They only know one thing, that is, Zhao Hu couldn't even resist the opponent's attack and was defeated.

"What? Didn't you all say you wanted to knock me down just now? Why don't you dare to speak now?"

Roscher looked down on the audience with his eyes.

"If no one dares to come up and fight me, then you martial arts practitioners will come out and kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, and admit that you are a waste, how about you?"

Everyone in the audience looked angry, but a ball of fire buried in the chest and couldn't vent it.

Zhao Hu's strength is the strongest among the younger generation.

Even he was defeated with one move, so what could the others go up?

Could it be that the older generation, such as Zu Jingkai, president of the Martial Arts Association, and others, are martial arts masters?

If you win, it will be disgraceful to bully the small by bullying the small by winning.

If you lose, it will be even more embarrassing!

Zu Jingkai sat on the chair, clenched his hands tightly under the table, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst out.

He couldn't stand it at all when he was ridden by a foreigner.

But when he wanted to get up several times, he was held down by a man next to him who was about his age.

This person is the owner of the Shanhui Martial Arts Hall in Donghai City, and his name is Yang Shanhui.

"Jingkai, bear it."

"The foreign devils are riding on our heads and are about to pee for us to drink. How can we bear it?"

"This guy is a bit weird. To be honest, his skills are only average, but you notice that his strength is not, very large. No matter how you train it, you can't have such a great power."

Yang Shanhui's eyes were a little solemn.

"So, I suspect that this foreigner may not be an ordinary person. No matter how powerful our martial arts skills are, it is useless to face his huge power. If you want to go up, you may have to lose it. Then our faces will be even worse."

Zu Jingkai was so angry that he shivered: "What should I do? I just watched him shit and pee on our heads?"

This feeling reminded Zu Jingkai of the Anti-Japanese War decades ago.

It's definitely a huge humiliation!

Yang Shanhui opened his mouth and was about to say something, a voice full of disdain suddenly rang out.

"Yuxi, I'll just say that it's just a group of children playing house. There's nothing to watch at all. Let's go."

The owner of this voice seemed to have no intention of deliberately suppressing it, echoing in the huge gymnasium, almost everyone could hear it.

Of course, it also includes Roscher on the stage.

With the others, Roscher looked at the place where the sound came.

There was a young man and a woman sitting there, behind them, two bodyguards standing, looking very stylish.

Ye Xing had also seen these two people, the pair of powerful warriors and men who had just arrived in Donghai City and met at the airport, Zhu Lichen and Kong Yuxi.

Luo Shurcher's cold eyes fell on Zhu Lichen and said coldly: "Chinese stupid pig, what did you say? A child plays house? Since you think I am weak, then come down and fight me, and see if I don't beat you to a real pig's head!"

"Young master, this guy is actually disrespectful to you, I'll kill him!" One of the bodyguards was about to take action immediately.

Zhu Lichen raised his hand to stop him and said, "It's just an ordinary person, and it's not enough to let us take action."

"I'm not qualified? Hahaha!" Roscherch suddenly laughed, "What? You self-righteous Chinese trash, you can't compare your skills with me, so you started to compete with your mouth skills? But it's normal. I heard that there is a kind of person in your Chinese called keyboard warriors, who are the kind of people who have great skills in mouths!"

"Haha, in my eyes, you are just an ant, and you don't even have the qualifications to let me take action." Zhu Lichen sneered, "But besides me, there are many hidden masters in our China. You are qualified to fight with them, such as... that person!"
Chapter completed!
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