I will practice more in the United States

Chapter 127 Come back before serving food
After Li Yuanhao urged, Cui Zhongji also started to take the initiative to attack.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

With three consecutive kicks, Cui Zhongji kicked Wu Song in the legs, waist, and head.

And the speed of each kick is just right, just in the range where Wu Song can't dodge, but has time to defend.

Although this young Korean weighs a lot less than the one just now, Wu Song can feel that every kick to his body is heavier than that of the one just now, and his strength shows no sign of weakening, even Still working upwards.

If he hadn't been wearing protective gear, Wu Song would have estimated that the skin on his thighs would have begun to bleed.

Wu Song, who had been passively aggressive, finally found an opportunity. After resisting one of his kicks, he hugged his thigh directly and swept his leg with his other foot, knocking him down heavily. On the ground.

"You fouled me!"

Cui Zhongji was lying on the ground and subconsciously finished speaking in Korean before he remembered that this was not a Taekwondo competition and this behavior was not considered a foul at all.

In regular competitions, players can only attack with their feet below the ankle or with their fists for frontal attacks.

Scratching, hugging, pushing, etc. are all fouls.

So this time Wu Song also seized on the battle that he had always been accustomed to within the rules, suddenly attacked, and achieved unexpected results.

Li Yuanhao frowned slightly when he looked at his junior brother who fell to the ground. In fact, he had no intention of letting his junior brother participate in the kicking gym in the first place. Although this kind of battle with chaotic rules was helpful for his fighting consciousness, in the official competition Technically, it is harmful.

This time he fell to the ground in disgrace, which immediately angered Cui Zhongji.

If we really want to be serious, Wu Song is indeed incomparable in terms of hard power. They are stronger than him in terms of the strength of his shots, the flexibility of his dodges, and the agility of his movements. His ability to persist for so long is purely due to his combat experience. And willpower is supporting it.

"boom!"

Cui Zhongji ended the fight with a gorgeous flying 360° rotating side kick when Wu Song was stiff after he had just been kicked.

Wu Song lay on the ring panting heavily, and it was a relief for him to end it as soon as possible.

"Is there anyone else in your martial arts school?"

After seeing Wu Song's strength, the Taekwondo gym manager estimated that there was unlikely to be anyone stronger than him in this martial arts gym.

He spoke English with a pickle flavor and ran out proudly and asked.

"Of course there is someone. We also have the most capable coach, but he happens to be away right now."

"Yes, if Coach Li were here, would you still be so arrogant now?"

Wu Song, who was slumped in the chair, shook his head slightly. Other coaches didn't know it, but he knew that Li Ang had been expelled from his own martial arts gym.

If it were him, he would be unlikely to come back to help in this situation.

Several people on the opposite side looked down upon these remarks and laughed at them:
"Who doesn't tell lies? If he was strong enough, he wouldn't be hiding today."

"I asked, can a contestant who is not present be called a contestant?"

"You guys had better send a coach up quickly, otherwise I'll treat you as if you've given up."

At this moment, Yan Tianqi, who disappeared quietly at some point, also trotted over while wiping his sweat.

"We do have a coach in the martial arts gym. Because of some delays, he will be here soon."

In fact, when the first coach was at a disadvantage, he completely gave up the illusion of winning and slipped out to make a phone call. But the good news is that Li Ang is in the city, and it's not too far away from here, but the bad news is that Li Ang doesn't accept his trick.

"Director Yan, you don't have to do this moral kidnapping thing to me, right? This is the United States, who is telling you this thing?"

Li Ang, who was on the other end of the phone, was quite speechless about apologizing, showing off, and saying that Chinese martial arts could not be lost to Koreans.

As long as he resigned on his own at the beginning, if he might be free now, he would help out with a small favor. After all, Mr. Hua had guided him several times and he had used several bottles of medicinal wine.

But since it was expulsion, it meant that the human relationship between them had been severed. Although there was no enmity, it was definitely not a relationship where help could be summoned with just a phone call.

Seeing that he was about to open the video and kneeling down to him was of no use, Yan Tianqi was also as anxious as if he couldn't find the toilet.

In desperation, he suddenly thought of Li Ang's videos and live broadcasts he had watched several times. Last time, he laughed at Li Ang because he only wanted to make money.

"Master Li, I am willing to pay you the appearance fee. At most, it will only be one or two games today."

If you had said this earlier, it would have been over. It is useless to get older and it is a waste of time. Li Ang thought in his heart and asked:
"How much do you pay?"

Yan Tianqi was very happy and thought that it was really interesting, so he immediately quoted:

"Five thousand, how about five thousand dollars?"

Unexpectedly, there was no response from the other end of the phone for three or four seconds. He gritted his teeth again and added the number to ten thousand.

"For 10,000 yuan, we can play two games and we can finish them quickly. How about that?"

"Okay, I'll take it. I'll be there soon."

Li Ang was still calculating in his head. For an appearance fee of 5,000 yuan, how much would he be able to earn per hour if he could resolve the battle in five minutes? And then factoring in the gas cost of driving there, could this payment match his current worth?

Unexpectedly, within a few seconds, the price had doubled.

He knew that if he bargained more, this number could be raised further, but this would be a bit of a rip-off, but it wouldn't be a big deal.

"Honey, are you going out? But my food is coming soon."

The speaker was Katina, who was sitting opposite him with her face in her hands.

He originally planned to go home after shopping, but unexpectedly he happened to meet Katina who was also shopping, and the two of them happened to have lunch together.

Li Ang called the waiter on the side and asked:
"How long will it take for our food to be served?"

"Hello sir, it will take about twenty minutes. There are many people at noon today. I'm really sorry."

"twenty minutes."

Li Ang made an estimate in his mind, then turned to Katina and said:
"I'm going out to earn some extra money. Don't worry, I'll be back before dinner."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

In the silent martial arts hall, the Koreans glanced at the time impatiently and asked:
"How long does it take for your coach to come over? Our time is very precious."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of a sports car suddenly sounded from far to near at the door of the martial arts hall.

(End of this chapter)