The applause lasted for nearly half a minute before slowly stopping. The host shouted for a long time because of excitement. Finally, he drank two sips of water to moisten his throat and continued to host.

"This game was very exciting. Pan Hongsheng, a Chinese team, won the final victory of the game with only one round of attacks. The dazzling nine-billion-degree spin will be the biggest gain of this game!" The host's words no longer contain serious nationality distinctions, and there is no national boundary for his passion for Taekwondo.

"Next, the second game, the representative of China is..." The host took out the report form, couldn't help but exclaim, and stood up in disbelief.

"The representative of China is still a member of Pan Hongsheng. He fought twice in a row. The first round of battle has defeated Kim Jin-ho of the South Korean team. Can he continue to add icing on the cake to end the game?" The host said with a red face.

When filling out the form, the Chinese side directly filled in twice and explained what Pan Hongsheng said. They were sure that Pan Hongsheng would not lose in the first round. This is indeed the case. At this moment, no matter who faces Pan Hongsheng, they will feel huge pressure. The mythical movements in the stunt alone make everyone afraid.

In fact, the current score can confirm the victory of the Chinese team. Even if Pan Hongsheng loses 11-8, it will only be 11-10. However, due to the previous action, everyone is waiting for Pan Hongsheng to create more jaw-dropping results.

Similarly, the Korean team has a gloomy face and seems to be ready to do something in the last game, and will not encounter such a strong opponent in the next session.

"Captain Cui, if it really doesn't work, it's fine. This guy is so popular now. If he encounters any accidents, he may..." A member of the Korean team said with a worried look on his face.

"It doesn't matter. If you do some tricks, you will definitely not be able to tell. This guy is a strong enemy. We must eradicate him in this session. Do you want to be suppressed like Yang Yajie and lose for two years without any suspense?" Cui Zhengan said with his eyes narrowed, and then slowly walked towards the field.

"South Korea vice captain Choi Jung-an is on the court. What will another contest begin? The game begins!" The host shouted again to announce the start of the game.

In fact, even he doesn't have any hope for the Korean team, but professional ethics tell him that for this game where there is no bright spot or the highlight is only about Pan Hongsheng alone, the most important thing is to explain as exciting as possible.

On the field, Pan Hongsheng looked at Cui Zhengan walking by and his face immediately moved, then he squinted his eyes and smiled with a cold light in his eyes.

He had already seen the other party's problem.

For a warrior even Taekwondo, the most important thing is root. This is why ordinary martial arts start with horse stance. Only when the roots are stable will the competition be invincible. However, Cui Zhengan in front of him has obvious problems.

Pan Hongsheng could feel from a distance that when he walked, he was slightly larger than when he was on the ground with his left foot. This subtle difference would not be visible if Pan Hongsheng usually did, but now he is playing with black destruction, so he looked very carefully. This subtle difference directly made him understand the tricks.

Obviously, Cui Zhengan must have something like steel plate on his right leg, otherwise his legs would not be so unbalanced. When he thought of this, Pan Hongsheng immediately thought of another problem.

According to Yang Yajie's strength, if the opponent is so slutted in the game, his strength will not be much lower. At least ordinary players cannot have the ability to do it, so if you guess correctly, Yang Yajie was the one who was hit by him in the game before.

"I'll ask you something first." Pan Hongsheng squinted his eyes and said softly.

"Ask." Cui Zhengan's Mandarin was still standard, and he looked at Pan Hongsheng vigilantly.

"Was Yang Yajie's last battle with you?"

Cui Zhengan didn't reply, but Pan Hongsheng clearly saw that the other party's pupils shrank significantly, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face.

"Come on!" Pan Hongsheng roared, and then rushed over without waiting for Cui Zhengan to react. When he was nearly five or six meters away from the other party, he flipped the air and then kicked Cui Zhengan straight into the chest with his legs.

Triangle inverted hook! It’s a very difficult Taekwondo stunt!

Everyone stared at Pan Hongsheng on the field. Everyone wanted to see a more amazing scene, but Cui Zhengan's face changed. He raised his right leg and directly used the back swing to remove the opponent's strength.

"Sure!" A cold light flashed in Pan Hongsheng's eyes. He had already noticed the two separate steel plates of the opponent's right knee and the oncoming bone. He pointed the right leg and swept the left leg directly towards the opponent's storefront. Then he gently tapped the left leg and continued with the right leg. After four consecutive kicks, he directly turned a weekly rotation plus a 360-degree single-leg whirlwind!

Sky Knife Butterfly Legs! The most ornamental move among all Taekwondo stunts, four consecutive kicks and the last whirlwind kick, made the entire field hotter again.

"Who is this Brother Pan!" Li Linqing, a boy who was so taciturn, couldn't help but stand up. Pan Hongsheng's performance was really blinking. He dared to say that no one in the entire field could do the two actions of 900-degree backspin and Tiandao Butterfly Leg.

"Brother Pan is my name, you can only be called by your name." Zhang Bowen said with his eyes narrowed. He didn't see if the other party had pinched a steel plate. It seemed that because of Pan Hongsheng's eye-catching performance today, he had forgotten his frustration yesterday.

But it was a pity that he would never forget Pan Hongsheng, a vengeful calf.

The heat in the audience was already on the verge of madness under the host's support. Everyone wanted to rush to the venue to watch Pan Hongsheng's game close by. At this time, Cui Zhengan finally felt the pressure.

It is not only the pressure from Pan Hongsheng, but also the eyes of the outside world.

A trace of harshness flashed in his eyes. Cui Zhengan roared and rushed towards Pan Hongsheng. At the same time, a sharp whip leg on his right leg was directly whipped towards Pan Hongsheng's shoulder. The position where he locked the lock was not that the ribs could jump away from one horizontally, nor that the head could be lowered and allowed to go away, but that he kicked towards the shoulder with the lowest score!

To outsiders, this kick seems to be very poor, but only Pan Hongsheng understands the problem.

If Zhang Bowen had no choice but to resist this kick, he would probably not be able to do anything. Moreover, if there was no steel plate, it would not be a big problem to withstand this kick. But if he had to suffer this kick with a steel plate, even Zhang Bowen would probably not be able to move one arm for a short time.

"There is an old Chinese saying that the tree attracts wind." Cui Zhengan, who seemed to have felt Pan Hongsheng, had a hint of sneer and ruthlessness in his eyes, and said softly to Pan Hongsheng, as if he had seen Pan Hongsheng's astonishment expression falling to the ground while covering his shoulders.

"There is another old saying that evil will be rewarded." Cui Zhengan, who suddenly heard Pan Hongsheng's voice, was stunned for a moment, and watched his feet pass through Pan Hongsheng's body in disbelief. His entire pores became terrifying. He subconsciously hid in front of him, but he was powerless.

"Bang!" A huge sound was accompanied by Pan Hongsheng, who suddenly appeared behind Cui Zhengan. The next moment, Cui Zhengan was lying on the ground in disbelief, staring at her eyes and twitching, and blood was constantly oozing out of her mouth and ears. The screams and chaos in front of her were gradually dissipating.

One kick!


Chapter completed!