The silence was deafening.
Everyone was stunned by the scene, speechless and in shock.
They numbly looked up and saw on the stage, a woman with a gentle and stunning appearance, standing fiercely in the wind.
Wearing a white casual tracksuit, with a high ponytail and a natural face, she was brimming with youth and vitality.
Clearly a charming young girl, yet looking down with the presence of soone towering over the earth!
"Master!"
Basong’s three disciples were the first to co to their senses and hurriedly ran over to help.
This exclamation awakened everyone present.
"Xia... Xia Weibao?"
Soone uncertainly asked, and everyone recognized the woman on the stage, with the sound of gasps starting from the front and spreading backward like a wave.
Wow——
"Wow, it really is Xia Weibao!"
"Oh my god, she just kicked Basong flying with one kick, I might be blind!"
"You’re not blind, I saw it too, oh my god that was aweso!"
"Aooooo, my Baby Goddess, you’ve turned supportive again, goodness..."
"Nicely kicked, beat these bastards up, it’s so satisfying!"
Finally coming to their senses, the crowd was ecstatic!
Each person lifted their heads high, chest out, as if it were them who had delivered that kick.
As Basong was helped up, he was furious and humiliated, glaring at Xia Weibao on the stage with eyes wide with rage.
To think he was kicked off the stage by a single kick, and in front of so many people, by a woman!
Never in his life had Basong faced such humiliation!
"You bitch! What are you doing!"
As Basong’s angry words left his mouth, several bottles of water instantly flew through the air towards him.
"Screw you, you bastard!"
"Is my goddess soone you can insult?"
Basong and the others quickly dodged.
Looking at Basong and his disciples jumping around like monkeys, Xia Weibao sneered disdainfully.
"Sick Man of East Asia? Then compared to even the Sick Man of East Asia, what are you, trash, waste, coward, cowardly fool, disabled person, brainless?
Sorry, this little girl doesn’t know many insults, not sure if these words are enough to describe Mr. Basong’s level. If not, I can check a dictionary.
Don’t worry, with thousands of years of history, Huaxia has a deep heritage, we can surely find words to describe your uselessness, unlike your country A, with only a couple hundred years of history, there’s barely anything to have a look at."
With her sarcastic remarks, laughter erupted from the crowd.
Basong’s face turned dark, "Don’t be too arrogant!"
"Master, I’ll deal with her!"
One of the disciples angrily jumped up from below.
With large blocks of muscle, he looked like a giant.
The slender Xia Weibao seed less than a third his size...
Lu Huashan’s heart was in her throat, what to do.
This guy looks really strong, can Baby handle him.
Although that kick just now was cool, it’s very likely Xia Weibao took advantage by surprise for a sneak attack.
Lu Huashan was so anxious she was pacing around, quickly calling her brother.
"Hello, brother, Baby is up there fighting in a match, what do we do." Her voice was almost on the verge of tears.
Xia Weibao’s waist was not even as thick as the other’s thigh, what if she got injured, what would they do.
Lu Hualiang was in a eting, and upon hearing this, he rubbed his temples, a bit headache.
He knew this would happen, his own wife’s guarantee wasn’t worth even a penny.
"Tell her to be careful, just land a couple of punches, don’t be reckless to the point of mortal danger."
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