"Who are you?"
Jiang Yuan Yilang turned around and looked at Wan Yunting, who had stepped forward.
Niu Qiuling, Li Shuyun, Zhang Tonghe, and the others were also surprised that Wan Yunting would step out at this moment. He curved his lips upwards and smiled, saying to Jiang Yuan Yilang, "You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I'll make you leave through this door horizontally!"
"Baka, you're courting death..."
Sansaka Kenichi shouted angrily and charged directly at Wan Yunting, attacking without hesitation.
"Ah..."
In the next second, Sansaka Kenichi was sent flying backwards and crashed heavily onto the ground, stunning everyone present. They watched Wan Yunting place his left foot down and say with a light chuckle, "That's all."
"Holy crap, how did he kick just now?"
"Too fast, I couldn't see it..."
The disciples and apprentices of the Xingyi Quan martial arts school erupted, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Wan Yunting, completely unable to see how he had kicked Sansaka Kenichi away.
Holding his chest, Sansaka Kenichi was helped up, his face bewildered and looking at Wan Yunting in disbelief. He himself didn't know how the other party had kicked him away.
Making a strong impact on everyone from the start, Jiang Yuan Yilang's expression changed. The speed of Wan Yunting's kick shocked him. His gaze became serious, and he began to re-examine Wan Yunting.
"Hey, let's make a bet, dare you?"
Wan Yunting looked at Jiang Yuan Yilang and smiled, "I'll fight you. If I lose, I'll admit that our Chinese martial arts are inferior to yours!"
"But if I win, you get out of Chinatown, and this martial arts school stays. How about that?"
As soon as he said this, everyone present exchanged glances and began to murmur. They were surprised that Wan Yunting would stand up for Xingyi Quan.
Sonnai Shouta and Sansaka Kenichi, along with the others, looked at Jiang Yuan Yilang. With the way the other party had deterred everyone with his first move, this Chinese man was definitely not ordinary. Thus, Jiang Yuan Yilang began to hesitate.
"What? Scared now?"
Seeing Jiang Yuan Yilang's grim expression, relying only on his eyes to intimidate and remaining silent, Wan Yunting chuckled, "Didn't you say our Chinese martial arts are outdated? Why are you afraid to accept my challenge now?"
"Could it be that your island nation's Bushido spirit has degenerated?"
"Baka, I'll fight you..."
A green belt karate expert stepped forward, but Jiang Yuan Yilang stopped him, waving him back.
"I accept your challenge!"
Jiang Yuan Yilang stepped forward. Although he knew the young Chinese man in front of him was not simple, as an island nation's person, he absolutely could not back down when challenged. This was their island nation's Bushido spirit.
"Very good."
Wan Yunting immediately cracked his fingers with a pop, then shook his neck. Looking at Jiang Yuan Yilang in front of him, he grinned mischievously, "It's actually very simple. If you can take one punch from me, I'll consider myself defeated!"
"Too arrogant..."
Faced with Wan Yunting's boastful words, the karate practitioners shouted in anger.
Even the people from the Xingyi Quan martial arts school felt that Wan Yunting was too boastful.
"Shuyun, who is he?"
Although Zhang Tonghe felt that this young man was not simple, he was too careless to be so arrogant.
Li Shuyun shook her head slightly and said, "He's my dad's friend."
"Oh."
Zhang Tonghe said nothing more and sat down. Yue Jiawei, sitting on the chair, although his breath was very weak, had already recovered a lot. He was looking at Wan Yunting, unsure what to say.
"Go, go..."
On the other hand, Niu Qiuling did not think Wan Yunting was being arrogant or bragging. After all, he could move freely while facing over a hundred people alone. What's more, dealing with an island nation's person?
Wan Yunting flicked his right fist, which was clenched, and smiled at Jiang Yuan Yilang in front of him, "Hey, are you ready?"
Facing this boastful Chinese young man, Jiang Yuan Yilang's eyes widened, spitting fire. He had also assumed an attacking posture, ready to teach this young man a profound lesson.
"Then I'll start."
Seeing Jiang Yuan Yilang assume his stance, Wan Yunting smiled slightly. He stopped wasting words, his expression immediately turned serious, and the Qi in his dantian surged powerfully, condensing onto his right fist.
As Wan Yunting's eyes widened, he forcefully stomped his left foot. The floor beneath him cracked. Wan Yunting shot forward like a sprung arrow, his right fist, condensed with internal Qi, smashing fiercely towards Jiang Yuan Yilang...
The speed was so fast that Jiang Yuan Yilang's face changed drastically. He quickly retreated several large steps. Facing Wan Yunting's swift punch, Jiang Yuan Yilang reflexively made a defensive move. He quickly raised his hands crossed to protect his chest, intending to block Wan Yunting's punch...
Crack...!
The crisp sound of bone breaking reached the ears of everyone present. To their stunned astonishment, Jiang Yuan Yilang's left forearm deformed, and he was sent flying backwards like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall four meters away with a bang, and then falling heavily to the ground. His hands and forearms lay on the ground in a horrifying state.
"Ah..."
Jiang Yuan Yilang was in extreme pain. He couldn't feel the pain of his broken hands, but his chest felt as if it had been hit by a truck. The intense pain made him cry out in agony...
Instantly, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone's expressions were dumbfounded, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked...
"Ichiro-kun..."
The first to react were the karate practitioners, who immediately rushed towards Jiang Yuan Yilang. Seeing his broken hands and forearms, sweat beads as large as beans dripped down his face as he moaned softly, making Sansaka Kenichi and Sonnai Shouta unable to believe that he had been beaten into such a pathetic state by one punch. This was truly terrifying...
"Holy crap, this, this is too awesome..."
The numerous disciples and apprentices of Xingyi Quan also recovered from their shock. Seeing Jiang Yuan Yilang's tragic state, everyone was deeply shaken.
Especially Yue Jiawei and Zhang Tonghe. Even Li Shuyun's pretty face was stunned, her eyes fixed on Wan Yunting.
Although she had briefly sparred with him on the lawn at home before, seeing him beat Jiang Yuan Yilang so badly with one punch now made Li Shuyun feel extremely shocked.
This guy was even more powerful than her master...
"Baka, I'll kill you..."
The karate practitioners were furious and rushed forward to attack Wan Yunting.
"What do you think you're doing..."
The many disciples of Xingyi Quan reacted and stepped forward to protect Wan Yunting, confronting and clashing with the karate practitioners.
"Baka, all of you come back..."
Sansaka Kenichi shouted angrily at these fools, "Quickly help Ichiro-kun to the hospital..."
Watching Jiang Yuan Yilang being helped up, his hands and forearms dangling uselessly, Wan Yunting pushed aside the Xingyi Quan disciples and walked out, saying, "Don't forget our bet!"
Jiang Yuan Yilang's face was pale. At this moment, his eyes towards Wan Yunting showed fear. He nodded weakly, unable to speak.
"Let's go..."
Sansaka Kenichi and the others helped Jiang Yuan Yilang up, said no more, and left with a group of people in disgrace.
"Get lost..."
The many disciples of Xingyi Quan urged them out...
Wan Yunting turned around and looked at Yue Jiawei sitting on the chair at the entrance of the front hall, and Zhang Tonghe with his old face stunned. Li Shuyun's eyes were also fixed on him.
Only Niu Qiuling was used to it, "You're too ruthless."