Chapter 22

Choi Jung-won, looking at the fleeting ferocity on Wang Zhong's face, felt as if he were being targeted by a tiger. Suddenly, Choi Jung-won felt a twinge of unease and a hint of regret about his provocation of the Hong Kong martial arts community. Perhaps he had been a bit rash.

When he left Korea, his teacher, Kim Jap-pan, had repeatedly warned him not to provoke the Hong Kong martial arts world. In the heat of the moment, Choi Jung-won had forgotten his teacher's teachings.

However, Choi Jung-won was now in a difficult position. If he backed down before the fight, he would not only disgrace his teacher, Kim Jap-pan, but also become a disgrace to Korean Taekwondo. It could even directly impact the promotion and development of Taekwondo worldwide!

If it really came to that, even as a member of the Choi family and a disciple of Grandmaster Kim Jap-pan, the most likely candidate to achieve the 9th Dan in Taekwondo, he would be mercilessly abandoned!

Ma San watched the live broadcast on TV, his fists clenched so tightly that they creaked. Seeing Choi Jung-won's arrogant expression, Ma San wished he could punch him to death.

"Master, I will head to the Kowloon Stadium immediately and wash away the disgrace of the Hong Kong martial arts world with his blood!"

"Don't rush! Wang Zhong will take action!"

Kung Yutian, the patriarch of the Hong Kong martial arts world, watched the TV calmly. The phone in the living room kept ringing, but Kung Yutian did not let anyone answer it. He knew that these were requests to join the fight. The Hong Kong martial arts community could not tolerate being provoked in their own backyard!

"Kim Jap-pan has a good disciple, but he will soon be defeated in Hong Kong. If Wang Zhong shows any mercy, you know what to do!"

Kung Yutian's face was stern as he said this. At this moment, he was no longer the kind and wise old man, but the leader of the Hong Kong martial arts world!

"Yes, I know what to do!"

Ma San's eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty light. He picked up the hat hanging on the wall and disappeared into the night.

"I hope you won't disappoint me!"

After saying this, Kung Yutian slumped back into his old rocking chair, looking like an ordinary old man. He hummed a tune to himself, as if entertaining himself. It was unclear whether he was talking about Wang Zhong or Ma San.

Just as Choi Jung-won finished introducing himself, Zeng Xinwei entered with a document.

"Sign it, life and death are predestined!"

Wang Zhong took the document and signed his name without hesitation, then threw the contract to Choi Jung-won with a look of disdain.

"If you dare not sign, just say that Korean Taekwondo is garbage and that it is inferior to Chinese martial arts!"

Choi Jung-won, seeing the words "life and death are predestined" on the contract, felt a chill run through him. His face turned pale. Although he had fought many matches, he had never been in a life-or-death bout.

The thought of possibly being killed on the spot made him feel a sense of fear!

He instinctively wanted to cancel the match, but he could never say that Korean Taekwondo was inferior to Chinese martial arts!

Korea is a country with a particularly strong sense of self-esteem, even to the point of being distorted.

Due to the lack of history, resources, and culture, they place a high value on Taekwondo, which is considered a national treasure!

The World Taekwondo Federation, under the promotion of Korean Taekwondo, has seen significant development worldwide!

If he said those words in this situation, it would cause irreparable damage to Korean Taekwondo!

I will not be defeated! I am an 8th Dan black belt in Korean Taekwondo, and long live the Korean nation!

A struggle appeared on Choi Jung-won's face, but in the end, his eyes showed determination and a glimmer of hope.

He signed his name on the life-and-death document and pressed his fingerprint.

Zeng Xinwei collected the signed document and left with the athletes and judges.

In the vast stadium, only Wang Zhong and Choi Jung-won remained!

This was a life-or-death fight for honor!

Only one person would leave the stadium alive!

The loser would lose his life!

The brutality of the fight even surpassed underground black boxing!

But no one came forward to criticize it. Both men and women were glued to the screen!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Whether they were Hong Kong martial artists or ordinary Hong Kong citizens, these three words burst from their hearts.

Choi Jung-won, overwhelmed by the疯狂的气氛, looked at Wang Zhong with a manic expression.

But Wang Zhong stood there calmly, showing no signs of being in a life-or-death fight!

A martial artist's strength lies not in his power and technique, but in his mind!

Wang Zhong's mind was exceptionally calm, like a deep pool. Everything around him left a reflection on the surface of the pool, but nothing could make it ripple.

Choi Jung-won could not endure the intense atmosphere and was the first to make a move.

His leg was fast and fierce, capable of breaking a wooden board with a single kick!

But a sneer of disdain rose on Wang Zhong's lips. A martial artist whose mind is shaken can never become a true master!

Wang Zhong also moved!

He paid no attention to Choi Jung-won's kick and took a half-step forward with his left leg.

Choi Jung-won's heart skipped a beat. Wang Zhong's half-step gave him the feeling of a vast distance. He even had the illusion that no distance could stop Wang Zhong's half-step!

Wang Zhong clenched his right hand into a fist, launching it from his midsection. The movement was short, but the force was fierce, like an arrow piercing the heart, like a mountain collapsing!

No defense, no evasion, just one strike—this is Xingyi!

Bang!

Wang Zhong's half-step punch arrived before Choi Jung-won could react. The fist struck Choi Jung-won's chest and abdomen with great force!

A powerful force surged through Choi Jung-won's body, shattering his internal organs and bones. A fist-sized hole appeared on his back, and blood and bone fragments spurted out like a fountain!

"My master will not let you off!"

Blood and shattered organs blocked Choi Jung-won's airway, making him only able to make a hoarse sound. But Wang Zhong read his lips and his eyes.

"I'm waiting!"

Wang Zhong took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his hands, as if killing Choi Jung-won with one punch was a routine matter.

"The half-step punch is a signature move of the Xingyi master Guo Yunshen from the Republic of China era. Few martial artists could avoid Guo's punch at the time. Master Wang's punch is powerful and intimidating, truly worthy of being a disciple of the martial god Sun Lutang!"

Zeng Xinwei was not frightened by the bloody scene but was instead excited, waving his fists.

Little Martial God!

Little Martial God!

Little Martial God!

No one knew who shouted "Little Martial God" first, but soon the entire stadium joined in.

Little Martial God!

Little Martial God!

Little Martial God!

Zeng Xinwei was taken aback for a moment, then joined the audience in shouting "Little Martial God."

Little Martial God!

Little Martial God!

Little Martial God!

The contestants and judges also joined in, and Wang Zhong's name as the Little Martial God was well-deserved!

Ma San, hidden in the crowd with a hat, showed a conflicted expression. Finally, he seemed to let go of something and joined in the shouting.

As the shouts continued, Ma San's expression became increasingly relaxed, and his gaze on Wang Zhong softened.

Kung Yutian stood up from his rocking chair, excited. He silently gazed at the distant east, thinking that if this young man did not die, he would surely inherit the mantle of the martial god!

The martial arts masters of Hong Kong looked at the scene with complex expressions. The name of the martial god reminded them of the era of heroes!

Tiger Head Lesser Guardian, the First Hand in the World, the martial god Sun Lutang was a legend!

He integrated the three major internal martial arts and created the Sun-style Tai Chi. Even if Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan were reborn, they would not be his match. Sun Lutang truly deserved the title of the greatest martial artist!

But Sun Lutang was also a nightmare!

Because no martial artist could surpass that great mountain in their lifetime!

Just when everyone thought that with the passage of time, they could forget him, Hong Kong gave birth to a Little Martial God!

He was also from the Sun school!

He was also brilliant!

Living in the same era as such a martial artist was fortunate. But it was also unfortunate!

The era of Bruce Lee has passed,

The next era will belong to Wang Zhong!

Jin Tang, watching the live broadcast, was emotionally moved. Although Jin Tang was not a martial artist, he had the spirit of a martial artist. Seizing the moment before his passion faded, Jin Tang wrote two large characters with a brush.

Martial God!