Chapter 72 Master

  "Who are you?" Chu Yan interrupted Mo Xiuyao's words, at this time, the fewer words she said, the less danger there was. Because he saw a hint of playful smile in the eyes of these two people, that is to say, these two people were completely probing Mo Xiuyao with their words, they couldn't determine Mo Xiuyao's identity at all, and these two people didn't even know what the "M" in her mouth looked like.

  "It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is that the lady in your arms, she's the one we're looking for. So, you can choose to step down." The man with glasses smiled politely and nodded slightly towards Mo Xiuyao, while giving orders to Chu Yan at the same time.

  "What did you say? Say it again, I want to hear it?" The man with glasses said something that made Chu Yan very unhappy, but this was exactly what he wanted. Suddenly, Chu Yan tightly hugged Mo Xiuyao in his arms. Although there was a bit of suspicion that he was taking advantage of the situation to flirt, on the other hand, it made the two people opposite them see another side of Mo Xiuyao's image - a delicate and charming person.

  "Mrs. M, please forgive my rudeness, your manservant is really too impolite, I must teach him a lesson on your behalf." The man with the glasses said, casting a glance at the eight-bearded man beside him, who was over two meters tall and had a sinister grin spreading across his face as he smiled at Chu Yan.

  "It's my honor to introduce, the Taekwondo master of our great Republic of Korea, 6th dan black belt Park Geon-dong!" The bespectacled man said, bringing the two-meter-tall man with a mustache shaped like the Chinese character for 'eight' forward.

  "What are you two? I don't understand what you're saying, but this man is skilled in martial arts. If you want to move him, be careful. Let's go together." Mo Xiuyao naturally knew that these two people didn't recognize her, although they could call out the title "Mrs. M". However, Mo Xiuyao was very clear that among the people who recognized her, there were no such faces. But Chu Yan's hand around her waist was placed a bit too high, so the woman felt somewhat uncomfortable.

  "Thank you, Mrs. M, for reminding me, but Chinese martial arts are no match for our Korean Taekwondo, so you can rest assured. However, it's unexpected that you chose such a male servant. Your beauty and status can only be matched by the excellent men of our great Korea. Jiandong, let Mrs. M see what our Taekwondo is all about." The man with glasses spoke fluent Chinese, and his pride in his country was evident, but this way of boasting was extremely annoying to Mo Xiuyao.

  "Taekwondo?" Chu Yan looked at Park Jae-dong, who was standing in front of him and was a head taller than himself. The smile on his face became even more enchanting. He didn't have a good impression of Korea, after all, the people from this country were very self-loving, and for a large part of the time, this self-love had already exceeded the limits of being thick-skinned. Not everyone could learn the skill of being content in the midst of others' scorn.

  "Kid, Chinese martial arts are nothing compared to Taekwondo, you're waiting for death! Hah!! Crack!!" Park Jeon-dong stood in front of Chu Yan, his nostrils slightly raised, took out a thick wooden board from his pocket, held it up in front of Chu Yan, and then punched the board into smithereens!

  Park Jian Dong's action not only made Chu Yan look a bit dazed, but also made Mo Xi Yao on the side want to laugh. This Korean guy is really interesting, wherever he goes, he carries this wooden board with him, and before fighting, he performs a fist-shattering-wooden-board trick. Is this too exaggerated? Does he need to be so pretentious?

  "Boards... don't hit back." Chu Yan smiled, suddenly remembering a line from his favorite martial arts master Bruce Lee in a movie many years ago. The line was so fitting for the current situation that he couldn't help but smile as he stretched out his right index finger and gently waved it in front of Park Jae-dong before saying the classic line.

  "Hmph! Go die!!" Park Jeandong no longer continued that nonsense, and with a direct punch, he attacked Chu Yan's head. The force, speed, and lethality were all extremely high, it was clear that Park Jeandong's taekwondo skills were top-notch.

  With a flash of his body, Chu Yan dodged Park Jeong-dong's first punch attack. Then, Park Jeong-dong began his frantic punching and kicking, with front kicks, side kicks, back kicks, downward chops, hook kicks, spinning back kicks, push kicks, horizontal kicks, jump kicks, single-leg consecutive kicks, and double-leg consecutive kicks. In Mo Xi-yao's dizzying eyes, Park Jeong-dong almost perfectly demonstrated all the leg techniques of Taekwondo.

  Legs were deadly, merciless, and Pak Jeon-dong's attack was like a stormy rain that surrounded Chu Rock. This made Mo Ye-yao worry about Chu Rock's situation, but her worries didn't last long. In the mirror frame man's frequent nods, Mo Ye-yao's face transformed from concern to a smile, an expression of watching a play.

  Although she had hoped that Park Jian Dong would teach Chu Yan a lesson earlier, this idea disappeared after the two of them started fighting. After all, Mo Xiuyao was very clear about the reputation of Koreans in the world, and these two idiots' blasphemy against Chinese martial arts was really excessive. So, Mo Xiuyao hoped that Chu Yan could knock out Park Jian Dong with a quick and decisive KO.

  When Park Jian Dong's attack enveloped Chu Yan, Mo Xi Yao was a little worried that her wish would not come true. However, upon seeing Chu Yan's carefree and effortless movements amidst Park Jian Dong's attacks, this worry vanished completely. All that was left now was to wait for the moment when Chu Yan would make his move and fulfill her wish.

  "Mrs., how's that? I didn't say anything wrong, did I? Your Chinese servant had no chance of fighting back under Mr. Poong's attack. I guess in at most 10 seconds, Master Poong will knock down and disable your servant. Then we can formally discuss the cooperation between you and my master." The man with glasses was very satisfied with Poong's combat skills, this kind of one-sided match could showcase the overwhelming advantage of Taekwondo.

  "Ten seconds? I think that big guy is about to be KO'd by my boyfriend!" The bespectacled man's words made Mo Xiuyao slightly purse her lips, and as she retorted, she didn't forget to drag Chu Yan into the conversation, a small act of revenge.

  "Mrs. M, you're too blind to your servant's strength! Master Park Jae-dong is almost unbeatable in Korea, let alone in China! Chinese martial arts are just fancy moves, they can't even enter the realm of true greatness!! Believe me, within 10 seconds, Taekwondo will crush Chinese martial arts!!" The bespectacled man was full of confidence in his own people, and of course, in their Taekwondo as well.

  In the next moment, he even raised his wrist to look at the second hand on his watch moving bit by bit. Mo Xiuyao, on the other hand, was watching Chu Yan who was still strolling around leisurely under Pu Jian Dong's attack, and suddenly opened her mouth with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Had enough fun? KO him already, we have things to attend to."

  Mo Xi Yao's words made the man in the mirror frame, who was pretending to be timing, reveal a look of looking at an idiot. He had never thought that anyone could beat Park Jae Dong. "Mrs. M, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Master Park Jae Dong is invincible! He is the representative figure of Korean Taekwondo!!"

  "Bang!! Thud!!" Before the Mirror Frame Man's declarative tone could even fall, Park Jae-dong's body suddenly collapsed to the ground like a broken sack, while Chu Yan, the Chinese male servant who had never had a chance to counterattack, withdrew his whip kick with a smile on his face.

  "Alright, that's a wrap!" Chu Yan walked out of the fighting circle and approached Mo Xi Yao with a smile on his face. He turned around and stood in front of the Mirror Frame Man, saying "Hey, stop calling me 'brother' this and 'brother' that. I'm a proper big brother, and the little girl behind me is my friend. You guys should stop harassing her from now on, or else I'll make sure you're unable to have any descendants! I'll send you into the palace to serve the Emperor!"

  The glasses man was a bit dazed, his right fist clenched and raised high in mid-air, the pose he had struck earlier for Park Jeong-dong's benefit. Originally, he had thought that as soon as he struck this pose, Park would knock down that Chinese kid, and at that time, Korean Taekwondo would leave an unbeatable impression on the beauty's heart, and everything would be much easier to handle afterwards!

  But he never thought that he, a six-dan black belt master of Taekwondo who had never lost a fight before, would be knocked out by that Chinese kid with just one half-rotating whip kick, and even now, almost a minute has passed and he still can't get up from the ground!!

  How... how is this possible? How can it be like this?

  No way, Taekwondo is invincible!!!!!

  "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Chu Yan looked at the guy with a crazed look in his eyes, this idiot seemed unable to believe that Taekwondo had been defeated, muttering to himself in a near-crazy whisper, denying it, until Chu Yan reached out and slapped him three times on the face, only then did he come back to his senses.

  "Go back and eat your cold noodles, don't come to China again. There are many little rascals like me here, you won't like it. Listen, be good!" Chu Yan said as he grabbed the bespectacled man's arm and stuffed him into the car. As for the Taekwondo black belt sixth dan master Park Jae-dong, he was still dizzy, so Chu Yan had to grab his collar and throw him directly into the trunk of the car. Then, waving at the bespectacled man, the Toyota sped away from the Silver Palm Tree in a cloud of dust.

  Toyota Prado slowed down only after running out of the urban area of Nanshan City, and before entering the Nanhai Expressway, the car stopped, and Mirror Frame Man got out to open the trunk. The black-belt master Park Jae-dong slowly came to, and Chu Yan's kick almost broke his neck, but fortunately, he just fainted!

  "Ling Hua young master, what should we do?" Park Jae-dong was defeated and naturally felt extremely ashamed, but he knew his own strength compared to that man's, so instead of making excuses for his defeat, it would be better to plan the next step.

  "Whether or not she's Mrs. M, I think Yamabuki would be very interested in her!" The bespectacled man said, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light!!

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