While walking on the road, a military vehicle suddenly stopped not far in front of Ye Qingfeng.
Soon, a middle-aged man got out of the car and ran directly towards Ye Qingfeng.
"Instructor Ye! I finally found you, that’s great!"
The middle-aged man exclaid excitedly.
Upon seeing this person, Zhong Ming also respectfully gave a military salute.
This person was none other than Military Commander Xiao from the East Sea Military District.
"What do you want with ?"
Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly, sowhat displeased.
He currently had no interest in getting involved with the military.
Tonight, he still planned to take down the Ghost Hand Gang and couldn’t be bothered with military matters.
But this issue was very important to him and even more so to their Martial Arts Association, so he gritted his teeth and said:
"Here’s the thing, recently our military district’s subordinate units organized a Sino-Korean martial arts exchange event, and today just happens to be the day of the finals. To be honest, the opponents from Korea are very strong, and we might not be able to beat them. Mainly, the Korean side has been very arrogant, claiming that Huaxia martial arts have already declined and that they are the true keepers of Huaxia martial arts’ essence, saying that our current Huaxia is unworthy of being called Huaxia martial arts."
As Military Commander Xiao spoke, his tone beca more agitated. Being a soldier, his patriotic emotions were strong, and naturally, he couldn’t stand Koreans insulting his country like that.
Ye Qingfeng gently shook his head; he lacked any patriotic feelings and had no interest in such matters.
"Winning or losing is your business, has nothing to do with , I don’t want to participate."
At this point, Zhong Ming stepped forward and said, "Instructor, let go. I’ll ensure I teach those Korean bastards a lesson."
Ye Qingfeng looked at Zhong Ming in surprise; Zhong Ming always followed his commands, yet now he wanted to compete in this match.
Seeing the instructor’s gaze, Zhong Ming also scratched his head in embarrassnt. He had once sworn in his heart to dedicate his life to the instructor, to follow all his commands, and now he had a differing opinion.
Ye Qingfeng then recalled that Zhong Ming was a forr special soldier with deeply ingrained patriotic emotions far above those of ordinary people.
Hearing the insult to his country from Korea, he certainly couldn’t accept it.
Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, "Alright, let’s go together then."
"Instructor, I’m sorry. If you decide to go, I can step back." Zhong Ming said with embarrassnt, feeling a little guilty for voicing his own opinion for the first ti.
"No worries, it won’t take much ti." Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.
Military Commander Xiao also wanted to chi in, but Ye Qingfeng said, "Don’t say anything, just take us to the competition. We’ll leave right after the match, no ti wasted."
Upon hearing this, Military Commander Xiao dared not say more, quickly invited Ye Qingfeng and Zhong Ming into the car, and headed straight for the competition venue.
When Ye Qingfeng and company arrived at the venue, they found that a considerable number of people were seated inside, with the Sino-Korean martial arts exchange drawing many spectators to witness.
After all, Huaxia and Korea, though not sworn enemies, didn’t exactly have a friendly relationship either.
These spectators clearly ca to see their national team bring glory to their country, to discipline these arrogant Korean people on their ho turf.
But evidently, they were disappointed.
Shockingly, several Huaxia team mbers who took the stage consecutively in their ho ground were all defeated by the opponent, which was truly humiliating!
Many in the audience began considering leaving, clearly seeing that Huaxia wasn’t a match for the opponent, and continuing to watch would only bring disgrace.
It was unbearably embarrassing to be beaten by Korean people on their own ground, where once so spectators were optimistic about Huaxia martial arts, they now felt disheartened.
Bang!
At this mont, a young Huaxia team mber was kicked down from the platform, leaving a Korean youth standing proudly in the ring.
With light brown hair in a Korean style, a fiery red headband tied on his head, his face showed so unnatural features yet appeared relatively well-grood.
His handso kick made several audience mbers sigh, and so girls holding banners in the front row even cheered.
Their banners were written in Korean, unintelligible to most, but it was evident these girls were cheering for the Koreans.
Many spectators felt angry, secretly cursing these girls for disregarding their country for the sake of their idols.
Sadly, their own team mbers were not up to the mark, inferior to these Koreans, leaving the audience feeling aggrieved beyond asure.
If only they practiced martial arts, they all wanted to rush up and teach those Korean people a harsh lesson, to show those little girls that Huaxia martial arts were indeed formidable too.
An energetic old man sat on the podium, looking glum; he was Yuan Shijie, chairman of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association.
At this mont, Yuan Shijie felt terribly distressed; this martial arts exchange was a complete failure, with Huaxia’s side being utterly defeated, and he watched on with imnse frustration.
The one just kicked off the stage was his disciple, yet still was no match for the Korean side.
"Chairman Yuan, it seems your Huaxia team is a bit weak; no one is a match for my disciple Li Xiangyu. I said it, your Huaxia martial arts have long been lost; our Korea is the true inheritor of Huaxia martial arts, while your current Huaxia has lost all its traditional martial arts and hence has declined."
Park Myung Jun, the chairman from Korea, said with a sly grin.
"Our Huaxia martial arts are profound and mysterious, many have grasped the true teachings, so how could they decline."
Yuan Shijie argued.
He wasn’t lying; he knew Huaxia possessed authentic martial arts, those who reached the pinnacle were recognized as Martial Artists.
Sadly, Martial Artists possessed power beyond the ordinary but didn’t appear in secular life.
Only the state and so top families had access to so Martial Artists, with more forming sects, hiding in the mountains and forests.
"Chairman Yuan, are you still deceiving yourself? I won’t argue with you; if no one from Huaxia challenges Li Xiangyu, it’s ruled that you’ve lost. You must admit in front of the press that Huaxia martial arts aren’t as good as ours in Korea!"
Park Myung Jun chuckled coldly, seeing Yuan Shijie as rely holding onto a façade.
Humph, Huaxia martial arts have long been lost, with what can they compare to us? Our Taekwondo is indeed the strongest.
Yuan Shijie felt miserable, having to publicly admit that Huaxia martial arts weren’t as good as Korea’s felt worse than being put to death.
It’s a pity, great Huaxia, with countless geniuses hidden in the secular world, to be mocked so by re Korea, Yuan Shijie thought bitterly.
At this ti, Military Commander Xiao ca over with Ye Qingfeng and others, approaching Yuan Shijie and saying, "Old Yuan, this is Ye Qingfeng, Mr. Ye, whom I ntioned last ti."
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