Chinese Martial Arts teach you how to live!

"Uh-huh!"

Zhu Bufan nodded slightly, looking quite nonchalant.

He glanced over Zhang Feng and found that although the man had some arrogance, his overall quality was significantly higher than Zhang Yadong and others, and he didn't come across as a dimwitted leader.

Therefore, Zhu Bufan didn't immediately take action.

Had it been someone else, Zhu Bufan would have slapped them away long ago.

Seeing that Zhang Feng wasn't too angered, Zhang Yadong felt very displeased and really wanted to tell Zhang Feng, "Damn, stop the bullshit, just kill this brat already!"

However, he didn't dare to say that in front of Zhang Feng; if he dared, he would surely be crippled.

"I see you've got courage and talent, but since you hit my cousin, today I must ask for Bufan's guidance!"

The moment the words fell, Zhang Feng slightly twisted his arms, and suddenly his whole body made a cracking noise.

"Guidance?"

Zhu Bufan couldn't help but sneer, saying: "You think your Taekwondo is worthy to offer guidance to my Chinese Martial Arts?"

"Chinese Martial Arts?"

Zhang Feng slightly frowned, shook his head, and said: "Chinese Martial Arts have long declined. Nowadays, Taekwondo is all the rage across Huaxia. As a Martial Arts enthusiast, I believe Taekwondo is the Martial Arts I should pursue! Not Chinese Martial Arts!"

During his speech, Zhang Feng took a step forward, his aura a bit fierce as he said: "Today's Chinese Martial Arts can't really make it onto the big stage, not to mention throughout Huaxia, even in Asia, Taekwondo is top-notch. It's the age of Taekwondo's popularity!"

His eyes also showed a strong intent to fight, "In my view, Chinese Martial Arts are simply not worth mentioning, Taekwondo is the so-called true king of Martial Arts!"

"Is the Martial Arts of Korea so widely admired too?"

Zhu Bufan's eyes narrowed slightly, not expecting that the Martial Arts of Korea would be so worshipped by many young people now.

While Chinese Martial Arts have become a declined product.

Zhu Bufan couldn't help feeling very pained. It seems that Chinese Martial Arts have long since lost their former glory.

To revitalize Chinese Martial Arts, it seems necessary to make a name internationally!

At this thought, Zhu Bufan had a bold idea; since Chinese Martial Arts are in decline, why not open a Martial Arts school now? Take this opportunity to make Chinese Martial Arts flourish once again.

The key point is that by establishing a Martial Arts school, I can create my own legitimate force.

In these peaceful times, if you want to establish your power, you must be recognized by those above, and opening a Martial Arts school is the best choice!

Not only can one gain official endorsement, but one can also make Chinese Martial Arts internationally renowned and build personal fame.

With this in mind, Zhu Bufan's heart held a plan. His lips slightly curled, and he gestured for Zhang Feng and the others to come at him, saying: "Come on! Don't waste my time! Today, I will let you witness what true Chinese Martial Arts are!"

Hearing this, all the Taekwondo members present were enraged to the extreme.

So arrogant, way too arrogant!

Especially Zhang Feng, who was also quite irritated. In his eyes, Taekwondo was the greatest Martial Arts, and from a young age, he immensely admired this kind of Martial Arts, believing it to be the number one in Asia.

But as far as he was concerned, Chinese Martial Arts weren't even worth mentioning.

In Zhang Feng's eyes, his Taekwondo martial arts were already quite formidable. Among his peers, he could say that he was an invincible presence.

But Zhu Bufan in front of him was showing such contempt, even suggesting that everyone should attack together.

This made Zhang Feng feel a great disrespect, and instantly, he clenched his fists tight, and his knuckles crackled with a snapping sound.

Then, with his arms pulling back sharply and his feet stomping hard on the ground, his presence was as overwhelming as a raging torrent.

Although this was a basic Taekwondo move, it was obvious on Zhang Feng that he had already mastered it fully.

"Feng Bro, let me be the one to teach this arrogant kid a lesson first!"

Just then, a strong-looking young man walked out from behind Zhang Feng, speaking disdainfully to Zhu Bufan.

This young man was Zhang Feng's junior brother and an extremely skilled Taekwondo practitioner. Although he was slightly inferior to Zhang Feng, his skills were quite remarkable.

It could be said that in the Taekwondo Hall, apart from Zhang Feng and his master, this young man was the most formidable.

Seeing this young man approach Zhu Bufan, Zhang Wei gritted his teeth, stepped in front of Zhu Bufan, and firmly declared, "If you want to teach Yang Bro a lesson, you'll have to get past me first!"

"F*ck! Quite the temper, huh? If you don't get out of the way, I'll kill you!"

Seeing the suddenly emerging Zhang Wei, Zhang Yadong was immediately infuriated and roared.

Especially seeing Zhang Wei, who wasn't scared at all and stood in front of Zhu Bufan, Zhang Yadong was even more annoyed.

"Zhang Wei, I appreciate your sentiment, but you're no match for them. Step aside!"

Zhu Bufan smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and pulled him to the side.

Although Zhu Bufan was touched by Zhang Wei's willingness to stand up for him at this moment, he was well aware of Zhang Wei's combat abilities. Any of the opponents could easily overpower him.

Of course, Zhu Bufan wouldn't just stand by and watch Zhang Wei get beaten up for his sake.

However, Zhu Bufan made up his mind that when he had free time later, he would teach Zhang Wei some martial arts. After all, he was a loyal younger brother, and at the very least, Bufan wanted him to have some skills to avoid being bullied.

Hearing this, although Zhang Wei really wanted to support Zhu Bufan, he knew that his martial arts were indeed inferior to others. Not only would he cause trouble for Zhu Bufan, but he might also distract Zhu Bufan by forcing him to protect him.

Thinking this, Zhang Wei wisely stepped aside.

"Kid, today I will be the one to teach you a lesson!"

Zhu Feilong standing before him let out a cold shout, his feet stomped violently, and like a cheetah, he rushed forward.

The essence of Taekwondo is speed, precision, and ferocity!

This Zhu Feilong clearly had a grasp of these principles. As he charged at Zhu Bufan, everyone thought he would throw a punch, but suddenly, he lifted his foot and delivered a sideways kick, aiming straight for Zhu Bufan's head.

As his foot was about to strike Zhu Bufan's forehead, his right fist also fiercely smashed forward.

The speed was extremely fast, and he had both offense and defense covered.

One could say, facing such an onslaught, most people would definitely be kicked and sent flying directly.

However, Zhu Feilong's speed, fast as it may be, was still no match for Zhu Bufan.

Just as his foot was about to make contact, Zhu Bufan swiftly leaned to the side, easily dodging the attack, and then suddenly appeared on his right side.

With a teasing smile to Zhu Feilong, before he could react, Zhu Bufan's hand shot out, grabbing his ankle, and his other hand formed a fist, delivering a powerful strike to his shin.

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