Chapter 228: Relentless mockery!

Chapter 228 Relentless Taunt!
"You step back." The middle-aged man asked his child to step back, his expression calmed, staring at the Southeast Asian, and his whole body lifted madly.
"Come on, Dad!" The little boy exclaimed, "Poke him!"
"Come on! Come on!" The Chinese people on the sidelines also shouted cheers, full of anger and blood.
"Come!"
Southeast Asians are calm, their eyes are full of cold breath, then, their legs suddenly force, the whole person flickers out like a viper!
When he was about to reach the middle-aged man, he leaned to the side, leaned towards the ground, supported his body with his hands, and stretched his legs like a whip, kicking into the middle-aged man's face!
His speed is like a cheetah, his power is amazing, and his shot is decisive, extremely fierce.
Middle-aged man fists in both hands, defends with one hand, and attacks with one hand!
boom!
A punch and a kick collided, but the Southeast Asians came second leg!
The middle-aged man could not help but take a step back.
At this time, the Southeast Asians took the opportunity and slammed their hands together, all jumping into the air, their bodies curled up into a ball, their elbows and knees protruding in front, forming the most powerful attack on the human body, like a ball towards middle age. The man hit!
boom!
The middle-aged man can only block homeopathy, however, the powerful force is to keep him backing, and the attack of the elbows and knees makes his body sting and tingling.
The next moment, Southeast Asians kept attacking, just like rain hitting banana leaves, one ring after another.
He used elbows and knees to attack, and the up and down angles had to be guarded against. The elbows often fell from the top, the knees had already been raised and attacked the abdomen!
This level of attack is extremely strong, and the body is truly evolved into a killer, and it is difficult to parry with the uninterrupted attack.
Ye Lingchen frowned slightly, surprised by Muay Thai's moves.
Unlike Chinese Kung Fu, Muay Thai seems to be more straightforward. There is no such thing as the so-called capture and defense. One word is to fight!
And instead of using boxing or palms, but using the hardest part of the body as a weapon, in combination with amazing bounce and strength, it is definitely a strong presence in close combat.
The middle-aged man's time is not bad. Under this attack, he can still keep his own line of defense, stride, and occasionally up a few moves to find this opportunity to fight back.
Nevertheless, the disadvantages of middle-aged men are already obvious.
The onlookers of the Chinese people were a little silent, and their faces gradually became difficult to look at. The Chinese martial arts were actually beaten by Muay Thai.
"Dad, come on!" Only the little boy was still shouting to cheer.
As for the people in other countries, it was lively. When they saw such a fight, they continued to cheer loudly, especially many women, looking at the Southeast Asian, with eyes in the eyes.
"Is that Muay Thai? Great!"
"Chinese Kung Fu is really a flower rack. It looks terrific. It really fights. There is no room to fight back."
"Mu Muay Thai is really suitable for fighting. I don't think I can stand up when that elbow goes down."
"Hmm! Hit him, it's so exciting!"
The next moment, the Southeast Asian leaped high. In the air, he rushed forward with his knees and pressed against the middle-aged man!
boom!
The middle-aged man sank with his legs, flew backwards, and almost stood unstable.
Ye Lingchen shook his head, and the middle-aged man was about to lose.
He had long found that middle-aged man had some problems with his legs in the fight, and rarely attacked with his legs. He should have suffered a leg injury, and fell into the downwind from the beginning, leaving him in a passive beating situation.
Just that blow, obviously reached the limit that the middle-aged man could withstand his legs.
Sure enough, after the Southeast Asians landed, a backflip, one leg smashed from the sky towards the middle-aged man!
boom!
The middle-aged man's body flew upside down and sat on the ground with one butt.
At this point, his whole body of chicken had turned red, and many places were swollen, apparently due to the recent fighting.
"Dad, are you all right?" The little boy trot immediately.
The middle-aged man shook his head, and a loneliness flashed in his eyes. If it wasn't for his legs that hurt, why would Chinese Kung Fu be ashamed?
"Hehe, the sick man in East Asia is really vulnerable." Southeast Asians stood proudly in a victorious posture and said arrogantly.
This sentence immediately attracted the coquettling of other foreigners. The Chinese people around them looked ugly and dared not to speak.
"Hey, East Asian sick man, say you! Whoever disagrees, stand up!" Southeast Asians sneered with a finger around the Chinese.
"We are not sick in East Asia!"
The stubborn look of the little boy stared at Southeast Asians without any fear.
"Child, don't you say that?" The Southeast Asian laughed with a scorn, "Do you guys know who the Chinese idol is now?"
"I know!" Said a blonde foreign girl, and she drew out an IPAD while she was talking. On it was Wu Yan's photo.
"They all worship this man." The girl laughed, and the laughter was full of contempt. "This kind of man, I can hit three women, and China worships this kind of man, isn't it the East Asian sick man?"
Then, she also called up some videos of Wu Zheng, who were all showing off and dancing.
"Hahaha, is this a man?"
"I wipe! Don't you say I really think this is a woman, has the Chinese man degenerated?"
"Fuck! A country will become an idol with such a person, and it is indeed a sick man!"
"There are such beautiful men in the world, I'm very interested!"
"I know, this is a mother-in-law, which is extremely popular in China, and many Chinese girls like it!"
"Sad, sorry!"
...
Harsh discussions and taunts, wave after wave, made the Chinese people blushing and speechless.
"East Asian sick man! East Asian sick man! East Asian sick man!"
At this moment, everyone except the Chinese was shouting loudly. The East Asian sick man was just tailored for them!
"We are not sick men in East Asia!" The little boy's anxious face blushed. "We also have a lot of amazing people in China. We even adore superhero Y, but they just didn't come today."
"Oh!"
His words immediately made many people laugh out loud, and many foreigners even laughed forward and backward.
"Superhero? Does China have it?"
"I have only heard of Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Captain America. I have never heard that China has superheroes."
"Are you dreaming? There are no superheroes in China, and Chinese Kung Fu is very crap. East Asian sick men like to dream."
"A Chinese superhero, is it a gang of guns? Scary, terrible!"
The ruthless ridicule made the Chinese people hang their heads down and couldn't lift them up at all ...
(End of this chapter)