"This is too weak!"
"Truly disappointing!"
The students from Japan's country wore expressions of mockery!
The students from Great Xia present were all bewildered!
Back then, Tang He's swift moves when he defeated the Sanda Club master at the graduation party had showcased his extraordinary strength!
But who could have imagined he would be so easily defeated by Matsumoto Ichiro?
"Don't celebrate too soon!"
Tang He, enraged, performed a cartwheel to get back on his feet!
He had practiced martial arts for many years, and his foundation was solid!
Merely performing that cartwheel was something an ordinary person couldn't do!
Following that, he launched a fierce assault on Matsumoto Ichiro!
No matter what, he had to defeat his opponent today!
Not for anything else, but to prove himself!
After all, he had just confidently told Chen Nan that not only could he bring honor to Traditional Chinese Medicine, but so could he!
If he were to be defeated today!
How could he possibly establish himself in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department in the future?
"Fall down for me!"
With a roar, Tang He threw a punch at Matsumoto Ichiro!
But Matsumoto Ichiro was incredibly fast. He kicked Tang He in the chest, directly sending him off the ring!
At this moment!
The Sanda Club fell silent!
Although all the Great Xia students hoped Tang He would win!
Anyone could see that the gap between him and Matsumoto Ichiro was truly immense!
"I once thought your country's martial arts were formidable. Now it seems like mere fancy footwork!" Matsumoto Ichiro said with disdain. "If I had known, I wouldn't have come here as an exchange student!"
"Tang He does not represent our country's martial arts!"
The president of the Sanda Club, named Hou Zhen, had trained at the Shaolin Temple in his youth, possessing formidable hard-body skills. After joining Tsinghua, he became a member of the Sanda Club!
Matsumoto Ichiro smirked. "Then can you represent your country's martial arts?"
"Great Xia's martial arts have a long and rich history with countless schools. While I may not be able to represent our entire country's martial arts, defeating you is more than enough!"
Hou Zhen leaped onto the ring!
In his twenties, he was bald, his body covered in muscular physique, giving off an aura of immense strength!
Matsumoto Ichiro declared arrogantly, "Karate is the strongest martial art in the world!"
"You're like a frog in a well!" Hou Zhen replied indifferently. "Our nation has been passed down for thousands of years, with a long and civilized history. Which of the martial arts that have survived to this day have not been tempered and witnessed by time?"
"As for this karate you speak of, how many years of history does it even have?"
"Since you look down on our country's martial arts, I will let you experience the power of Shaolin Kung Fu!" With that, he stomped his right foot hard on the ground!
The entire person shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, his right hand forming a dragon's claw!
It was none other than the Dragon Claw Hand from the Shaolin Temple's seventy-two unique skills!
"How dare you belittle our country's martial arts! Senior Hou Zhen will surely beat you black and blue!"
"That's right! Senior Hou Zhen lived in the Shaolin Temple for many years!"
The students of Tsinghua spoke one after another!
They all believed Hou Zhen would win!
After all, his mere presence was terrifying, something Tang He couldn't compare to at all!
A flicker of surprise crossed Matsumoto Ichiro's eyes, as if he hadn't expected his opponent to be this strong!
Without further thought, he attacked decisively!
Bang bang bang bang!
Muffled impacts echoed non-stop. The two exchanged over a dozen blows in an instant!
Although Hou Zhen's Dragon Claw Hand was extraordinary, Matsumoto Ichiro's speed was incredibly fast, and he blocked every attack!
Then he found a flaw in Hou Zhen's defense and rammed his shoulder heavily into Hou Zhen's chest!
This sent Hou Zhen staggering back several meters, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth!
"Shaolin Kung Fu? It's not that impressive! Far worse than what's depicted in movies!" Matsumoto Ichiro said with contempt. "Is there anyone else who can fight?"
"If not, your Sanda Club members can all come at once!"
He spoke with a nonchalant tone, completely disregarding the members of the Sanda Club.
The exchange students from Japan wore playful smiles on their faces.
"I've said for a long time that Great Xia's martial arts are all show and no substance. Yet, Mr. Matsumoto insisted on coming to verify, wasn't that a waste of time?"
"Thousands of years of inheritance, and it amounts to this!"
Some disciples of the Sanda Club were furious. "Damn it, do you really think we're easy to bully?"
"Son of a bitch, have you forgotten you're a defeated nation?"
"Damn scoundrels, coming here to provoke us when they're the losers!"
"I never imagined someone from a defeated nation would be so arrogant, shouting on our territory!"
"Our ancestors drove back your ancestors with Mauser rifles and made them raise the white flag. How could we be afraid of you today?"
"Do you think Great Xia has no one?"
"Beat them!"
A group of Sanda Club members began to shed their clothes, preparing to take the stage and teach Matsumoto Ichiro a lesson!
Victory and defeat are common in warfare!
They knew this in their hearts like the back of their hands!
But they could not tolerate the arrogant faces of these Japanese people who seemed to be living quite well.
But at this very moment!
Chen Nan's voice rang out. "Don't fall for these Japanese people's trap!"
Swish swish swish!
Everyone turned to look at Chen Nan.
Chen Nan said, "Our country is known as a land of etiquette. If we gang up on these eunuchs from Japan today, we will definitely fall into their scheme. They might slander us internationally!"
"As the saying goes, if a dog bites you, you shouldn't bite it back, right?"
"If we truly do that, what's the difference between us and a dog?"
Upon hearing this, everyone felt that what Chen Nan said made sense, and their anger subsided somewhat!
"Junior Brother Chen speaks wisely!"
"These people are utterly corrupt, deliberately provoking us!"
Matsumoto Ichiro said in a low voice, "Chen Nan, do you have the guts to fight me?"
"Go to hell!" Chen Nan retorted. "Do you really think you're that strong? If that's the case, why don't you go challenge the Shaolin Temple? Why come to a campus Sanda Club?"
"You're clearly afraid to go to Shaolin and are trying to find a sense of accomplishment at the Sanda Club!"
"Do you really think I don't know your dirty little thoughts?"
"Your country's despicable tactics are completely ineffective against us!"
"You are clearly bullies who pick on the weak and fear the strong, that's why you came to the Sanda Club!"
"Bah!"
"You're a bunch of pathetic losers who can't play fair!"
The crowd erupted in bursts of laughter.
Indeed, not only was Junior Brother Chen a prodigy in the medical field, but his insults were also so sharp and cunning!
"However, since our Huaxia is a land of etiquette, and you wish to fight, then I shall humor you!" With that, Chen Nan strode towards the ring!
"Chen Nan, are you crazy?" Tang He roared. "You can't even defeat me, how can you possibly be a match for this tortoise son? I advise you not to make a fool of yourself!"
Many students from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department looked grave!
After all, they had personally witnessed Tang He knock Chen Nan flying with a single punch before.
Chen Nan's lips curled into a dismissive smile. "He's just a pathetic loser. I can defeat him with just one finger!"