"What is this Chinese martial arts? It's all bullshit, didn't it still lose to our Han family head? The most powerful martial art in this world is Taekwondo!"
All the Koreans erupted with the most enthusiastic cheers, their voices loud, their excitement evident.
"What are you talking about? A bunch of self-deceiving fools? Can't you see your so-called Han family head is being brutally beaten by our side?"
"Exactly, you bunch of Koreans are truly deluded, calling black white. How dare you boast after such a rigged match!"
The Chinese people in the arena couldn't take it anymore, even resorting to threats of violence, as the situation was truly infuriating.
Han Jun revealed a smug smile, "Kid, what do you say now?"
Mu Feng said with a chuckle, "Just as everyone said, you are indeed deceiving yourselves!"
"The referee has already made the call, what else do you have to say? Do you think the referee is biased?"
He displayed peak shamelessness, his annoying expression truly deserving of a beating.
The referee said with a condescending smirk, "It's understandable for young people to be competitive, but I've already made my decision, the outcome is settled. Continuing to dwell on it will only make you seem petty, or to put it bluntly, narrow-minded!"
Mu Feng almost burst out laughing, arguing logically, "I truly didn't expect such blatant foul play. Didn't you just see how I beat your boss?"
The referee chuckled, "Young man, don't you understand the rules of combat? You didn't even throw a punch, and our master wasn't injured. The movements he made were signature Taekwondo techniques, using force to deflect force. Falling down was merely to neutralize your power!"
Mu Feng no longer wanted to argue with him, as you can't wake someone who is pretending to be asleep.
These people were clearly determined to get under his skin. If he continued to argue with them, it would only lower his own intelligence.
He stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Alright, alright, if you win, you win. Justice lies in the hearts of the people. I can't be bothered to associate with such low-intelligence beings!"
With that, Mu Feng waved his sleeve and prepared to leave the arena.
"This kid is truly disgraceful, so unable to accept defeat? He's leaving right after losing? This is the quality of you Chinese people!"
"Expose him, let all martial arts enthusiasts around the world see the faces of these Chinese weaklings!"
Many Koreans rushed down from the stands, some even thrusting their phone cameras directly into Mu Feng's face.
Mu Feng paid them no mind, and departed with a flick of his sleeve.
Han Jun's smile widened. Having gained the upper hand, he strode forward and blocked Mu Feng's path.
"Wait, you're planning to leave just like that after losing the match?" he insisted.
More Koreans gathered, surrounding Mu Feng three layers deep, five layers thick.
It could be said that not even a mosquito could have flown out at that moment.
Mu Feng shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, "What else do you require? Esteemed Taekwondo Master?"
Han Jun relished the title. He spoke with an air of superiority, "It's good that you know I'm a master. Shouldn't we honor our bet? You haven't forgotten what we wagered, have you?"
Mu Feng chuckled, "How do I not remember what I bet with you? Don't spout nonsense here!"
Soon, Han Jun pulled out a prepared voice recorder and waved it in front of Mu Feng, "See? We had a conversation outside the arena!"
"I came directly to the arena, did we have a conversation?"
Mu Feng realized this guy was full of schemes, one trap after another, waiting for him to fall in.
With such a rigged referee, even if he crippled Han Jun, he wouldn't win the match.
This competition was destined to be dirty and unfair.
"The truly self-deceiving one is you. Listen closely!"
Han Jun had clearly prepared for this. The voice recorder was already connected to the arena's sound system via Bluetooth.
Next was the content of the recording.
"In my opinion, all of you Koreans are trash. Everyone will be trampled under my feet!"
Mu Feng's voice surprisingly emanated from the speakers.
Mu Feng chuckled, understanding that his voice had been altered through technical means.
"Young man, don't be too arrogant. A newborn calf doesn't fear a tiger, but being too sharp isn't good. Korea never fears any challenge!"
In the recording, Han Jun sounded righteous and dignified, his voice exuding justice, inspiring awe in the listeners.
"Very well, in that case, why don't we make a bet? If I win, you will hand over your Korean Taekwondo combat manuals!"
"What are you saying? How can we give our Korean combat techniques to you? Absolutely not!" The Han Jun in the recording had transformed into an envoy of justice.
On the other hand, Mu Feng appeared as a formidable villain, enraging all the Koreans present.
"If you're afraid to bet, just say so, don't waste everyone's time. You Koreans are indeed weaklings!"
With the release of this recording, the Koreans became furious, clenching their fists, ready to attack en masse.
Han Jun was incredibly excited by the crowd's reaction.
After all, even a master could be defeated by a chaotic barrage. No matter how strong Mu Feng was, could he possibly stand against so many people?
To put it mildly, a single spit could drown him.
Han Jun gestured and whispered, "Everyone, please continue listening to the recording!"
"Okay, since you've put your words out there, I'll bet with you. But what if you lose?"
"I will never lose, so there must be stakes!"
The Han Jun in the recording stated righteously, "If you lose, I want nothing. I only ask that you kneel before me and apologize to all Koreans!"
Mu Feng inwardly praised the cunning. These words had indeed pushed him into an abyss of despair.
Some Chinese spectators even began to doubt if the recording was actually real, as the voice in the recording sounded exactly like Mu Feng's.
Han Jun licked his lips with a smug smile, "The evidence is right here, what else do you have to say? Now, I ask you to immediately kneel and apologize to us Koreans!"
At the same time, the unscrupulous media from Korea all turned on their cameras, continuing the live broadcast.
The audience in the livestream was also bewildered, but upon learning of Han Jun's victory, everyone was furiously typing in the comments.
Mu Feng had become the target of their ridicule.
Seeing his silence, Han Jun smiled and said, "Did you hear me? Kneel and apologize immediately. Don't tell me you Chinese weaklings are so petty?"
"Have you said enough?" Mu Feng stretched his body, his anger having reached its limit.