Zheng Yong's heart was furious and tried his best. His legs were like hot wheels, flying up and down the ring, and his moves were not separated from Su Weifeng. Zheng Yong's leg techniques became faster and faster, and the students in the audience gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

“Three Hundred and Sixty Degrees…”

"Down-splitting..."

"Another rear spin."

“Five Hundred Four…”

"Damn, I can't tell what kind of leg skills it is."

"No, it's too fast, this is not a leg."

"Let's fly up."

"Why haven't that man moved yet? Did he fail to hit the wrong move?"

"What sound? Why did I hear the sound of a blacksmith? Did I have hallucinations?"

......

The students in the audience were shocked by the battle between the two. Su Weifeng was fine, but he stood there and did not move. The students did not think he was very strong. However, Zheng Yongke was different. With such a big physique, he should have been a bulky tank type, but now he was like a clever assassin, with two steel bar-like thighs flying up and down, and he was really about to fly.

Su Weifeng was still smiling and looked at Zheng Yong calmly. He didn't move a step at all. His hands were flying up and down, like two white butterflies, blocking all Zheng Yong's attacks and injecting true energy into his hands. With such a fierce attack, Su Weifeng only felt a little bit of the recoil force and sighed in his heart. This is the difference between an internal martial artist and an external martial artist.

Zheng Yong's speed gradually slowed down. It was his limit just now. He believed that with the kind of explosion just now, he would be fine to get the top three Taekwondo in school. However, this man was already smiling at him. The more he looked at his smile, the more evil he became, as if he was a devil's smile.

Moreover, every kick I felt like I was kicking on a steel pipe. I was just in an explosion state and gritted my teeth and stood up. In addition, I was excited, so this pain was still tolerant, but now it was not possible. My speed was slow, and my pain was becoming more and more obvious.

The audience also discovered this. Zheng Yong seemed to be unable to keep up with his physical strength and his movements were getting slower and slower. If this continues, it won't take long before he will have to stop.

As everyone expected, Zheng Yong finally staggered, took a few steps back, and fell on the ring with a bang.

The students were puzzled by what happened.

"Win, Su Weifeng won." Xia Bing shouted excitedly, but he still had the image of an iceberg goddess.

"What did I see? The iceberg melted and the goddess became more beautiful."

"That boy is so lucky. It seems that he is already with the beautiful lady Xia. It would be great if I could be with the beautiful lady Xia. I would be willing to live ten years less."

......

"Is this the difference between internal martial artists and external martial artists? They can't break Su Weifeng's defense at all. Moreover, Su Weifeng hasn't attacked yet. I didn't expect that he is so strong. Will I be so strong if I practice internal strength in the future?" Xiaoqing said to himself in a low voice, suddenly full of confidence in the future.

"It's too strong, he didn't move. He was beaten and exhausted Zheng Yong." A student shouted.

"That's not a beating. Didn't you hear the sound of slapping? It's like a pile driving. He was guarding against every step of Zheng Yong." Someone who understands it understood what's going on.

"Really, it seems I heard it too. How is this possible? How did the little arms and calves fight against Zheng Yong's thighs? They are not injured yet."

"How could it be defeated? How could it be? That's a black belt of more than 200 kilograms, it's just a human and a beast." Shen Zhou was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"Hohoohoho, is braised or raw? Why not give you some horseradish, it must be exciting enough." The boy with eyes smiled and looked at the basketball boy.

"Yes, I'll buy you wine. How can I have no alcohol when I eat delicious food?" someone said next to me.

"I will start a live broadcast. Today, I will definitely be popular. All the big eaters will stand aside. Let's eat basketball raw. Brother, I have a premonition, you want to be popular." A student next to me said excitedly.

Everyone around was smiling at the basketball boy. The basketball boy wanted to slap himself. Why did I owe my mouth so much? I laughed dryly and cried. Fortunately, someone shouted in front of me, attracting everyone's attention again.

Zheng Yong tried hard to stand up in the ring, but as soon as he stood up, he fell down again. There was a heart-wrenching pain on his feet and legs, and his face was covered with sweat. Not only was he tired, but he also felt pain.

At this time, someone in the front row noticed that since Taekwondo is generally not wearing shoes, Zheng Yong's two big feet were swollen like two big steamed buns, and there was blood on his snow-white trousers. Su Weifeng's body was not injured, and there was no place for bleeding. There was only one explanation. Zheng Yong's calf was injured and still bleeding, but he didn't know what was going on.

Zheng Yong gritted his teeth tightly at this moment. He didn't try hard to stand up just now, but he didn't succeed. Then he knew that his calf was probably injured, and the bones were cracked at the end. He looked at Su Weifeng in fear. Who is this? Could it be that there was a steel pipe hidden in his hand? It was obviously impossible.

What Zheng Yong regrets the most now is that he promised Wang Zhengtai to deal with Su Weifeng. He didn't make any money and even put his legs on him. He was originally going to hurt Su Weifeng's leg, but his legs were broken. Thinking about it, Su Weifeng didn't attack, but was just defending. If this was an attack, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured with one move. The eyes of Su Weifeng were even more afraid.

"How is it, did I win?" Su Weifeng looked at Zheng Yong with a smile and said.

"I lost." Zheng Yong lowered his head and gritted his teeth and whispered. Today, this man was so disappointed.

Zheng Yong's two friends came on stage and carried Zheng Yong down. Zheng Yong couldn't stand up even if he wanted to stand. They wanted to take Zheng Yong to the hospital, but Zheng Yong stopped them. He also wanted to see what the result was later. Whether Wang Zhengtai could deal with this kid, or Wang Zhengtai had the same fate as himself. If that seemed good, his face would not be lost.

"Boy, you're not bad, but don't think that Zheng Yong can beat me if he hits me." Wang Zheng walked to the ring with a gloomy face.

"Wang Zhengtai has appeared. It is said that he practiced Taekwondo at the age of eight. He learned it from a foreign master and has learned the true teachings of the master." A student said.

"What are eight years old, four years old? It is said that he had surrendered wild boars with bare hands." Another student said.

"It's true. I heard that even a tiger dare not provoke easily. If you say that, Wang Zheng is so capable of hitting a tiger." A girl exclaimed.

"Wow, then this kid is really dead. Can he be as powerful as a tiger?" the girl continued.

"How could I beat a tiger? I think it was a lie and blown out." A boy said disdainfully, obviously not interested in this Wang Zheng.

"I have a brother who is from Wang Zhengtai's school. I heard that he had really kicked several people's legs. They were all true and quite cruel." A boy lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"So fierce, but it's too ruthless."

"You don't know that he is the young master of the Wang family, not an ordinary person, and it will be useless to break others' legs." A male student snorted coldly, obviously very angry with this kind of rich second-generation family.
Chapter completed!