And when the fists slammed onto his shins, Zhu Bufan's speed did not decrease at all; instead, it got even faster, ruthlessly striking his shins repeatedly.

Like this, seven or eight punches in a row, each punch hitting the flesh on Zhu Feilong's shins.

Ah!!

With a scream, Zhu Feilong felt as if his legs were about to burst open, the pain was intense, and he flew backward unsteadily, heavily crashing to the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped in shock.

Not only Zhang Yadong, but also Zhang Wei, and even Zhang Feng were wide-eyed; Zhu Bufan's speed and skill were truly astonishing.

So fast, so domineering!

"Is this… could this be the lost Inch Fist?"

Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly tightened, exclaiming in disbelief.

His eyes widened, Zhang Feng never expected this long-lost Fist Technique to reappear, and to be perfectly executed by Zhu Bufan with fierce intensity.

"Since you know about Inch Fist! It shows that you are indeed a Huaxia person!"

Zhu Bufan glanced at him indifferently and said lightly, "Inch Fist is one of the origins of Chinese Martial Arts. Seeing your surprised expression, you must have thought it was lost, right?"

"Indeed! I thought it no longer existed! When I used to watch TV, I believed it only existed in legends, never expecting to witness it today!"

Zhang Feng said somewhat emotionally.

The reason he learned Korea's Taekwondo was greatly linked to an incident from his childhood.

In elementary school, he saw a little girl being robbed and was about to step in to help, but the little girl, who seemed only five or six years old, unexpectedly used Taekwondo skills to make several young men kneel and beg for mercy.

At that moment, Zhang Feng's heart underwent a huge change.

Previously, he loved Chinese Martial Arts, but after seeing the skills of that little girl, he became insanely fascinated with Taekwondo.

"Although your Inch Fist is very powerful! I still believe that Taekwondo is the true king of Martial Arts, and Chinese Martial Arts still can't compare to it! Today, I will let you see the real power of Taekwondo!"

Zhang Feng said with great confidence.

Just now, although he saw Zhu Bufan's Inch Fist, it did not affect Zhang Feng's love and confidence in Taekwondo; on the contrary, he felt this was the best time to prove that his choice back then was correct.

He wanted all present to think that his initial choice of Taekwondo was very wise.

"Our ancestors' skills, you refuse to learn, instead you're obsessed with that damned Taekwondo, it seems your thinking not only needs correcting but your body too needs a lesson!"

Zhu Bufan's voice suddenly turned cold.

In Zhu Bufan's view, Chinese Martial Arts had not declined, but nowadays most youths were enamored with Korea's Taekwondo, leading to its fall.

If this continued, it would only degrade the status of Chinese Martial Arts even further; to awaken these youths obsessed with Taekwondo, one had to demonstrate the prowess of Chinese Martial Arts and completely change their perspective!

Today! Let me, Zhu Bufan, show all these youngsters the real Chinese Martial Arts, the meaning of 'There is always someone better'!

Seeing Zhu Bufan's expression turn cold, Zhang Feng also clenched his fists tightly, which creaked crisply, then, his feet suddenly stamped, readying himself in an attacking stance.

In an instant, both men's eyes turned somewhat stern, and the whole scene tensed up profoundly.

"Ha!"

Zhang Feng shouted loudly, his feet thrusting forward.

Taekwondo emphasizes inner strength and vocal shouts.

Standing still, Zhang Feng occasionally shouted a few times to boost his morale and battle spirit.

However, witnessing this, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but laugh: "Dude, are you tired? Let's get on with it… don't waste time!"

Immediately, Zhu Bufan provocatively hooked his finger.

Hearing this, the surrounding students couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Feng, who had been brewing fierce fighting intent, hearing these words, instantly felt deeply embarrassed and infuriated.

Then, the next second, he roared loudly, charging towards Zhu Bufan like a ferocious tiger.

Compared to the speed of Zhu Feilong just now, it was unimaginably faster, and the momentum was even more steady and fierce.

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

In just an instant, Zhang Feng had rushed over, but Zhu Bufan still stood in his original spot, with a calm smile on his face, completely unmoved.

Seeing this, everyone thought Zhu Bufan was frightened.

But just as Zhang Feng was less than half a meter away, Zhu Bufan made his move.

If he didn't move, he stayed still, but when he did move, it was like a fierce tiger!

Zhu Bufan's speed was also unimaginably fast, suddenly throwing a punch.

Seeing the punch coming, Zhang Feng subconsciously tried to block.

But! The force of Zhu Bufan's punch was simply too great, shockingly powerful. Zhang Feng's very robust body couldn't withstand such a punch, and instead of blocking it, Zhu Bufan's fist broke through like splitting bamboo, sweeping away his defense.

Directly landing a punch onto his chest.

Immediately, a dull sound was heard.

With one punch, Zhang Feng first felt as if his chest was about to explode, and then, he was sent flying backwards.

Bang!

With a huge thud, Zhang Feng flew back through the air and heavily crashed to the ground, sliding a meter or two on the ground before his body stabilized.

His mouth and nose were already split open, blood flowing copiously.

One move! One second!

With just one move, Zhang Feng was knocked out! And what's more, Zhang Feng lost so miserably that he didn't even have a chance to retaliate!

"This… is too formidable!"

"This guy is too terrifying! Just one move! And he made Zhang Feng, who had practiced Taekwondo for so many years, fly away!"

The surrounding students, witnessing this scene, were somewhat boiling with excitement and utterly shocked.

Humiliation! Shame!

At this moment, Zhang Feng felt utterly disgraced!

You should know, the Taekwondo skills he admired and relied on the most were defeated by the opponent with just one move.

And it was such a humiliating defeat, not even leaving him any chance to fight back, a complete crushing failure.

This gap made Zhang Feng feel extremely humiliated, wishing he could just find a crack to crawl into!

"Pfft!"

As he just stood up, Zhang Feng felt a surge at his chest and immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Although the amount of blood wasn't too much, it dyed his entire garment red.

At this moment, Zhang Feng couldn't help but be shocked!

Just now, he hadn't felt any pain, but now it felt as if his chest was about to explode.

Could this be… Inner Strength!

"Damn! Kid, you dare to beat our Brother Feng so badly! We won't let you go!"

Seeing the miserable state Zhang Feng was beaten into by Zhu Bufan, the other young Taekwondo members were extremely enraged, clenching their fists, wishing they could rush over and fight Zhu Bufan desperately.

"What are you doing! He is my man, who dares to touch him?"

Just then, a very pleasant and commanding voice sounded.

Jiang Xinying quickly walked over, speaking very dominantly.

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