Goddess Rescue System

"President Ma also lost?"

"My God, why is that Dongying person so strong?"

"After losing three games in a row, is Huaxia Wushu really inferior to Taekwondo and Karate?"

The moment Ma Yinghui was knocked into the air, the self-confidence of the guests in the stadium was also knocked to pieces.

Ma Yinghui flew more than ten meters before smashing it down, and it happened to hit the table where Li Feng was.

With a "click", the table made of solid wood was smashed to pieces by Ma Yinghui, and the top plate fell to the ground with a "click" sound.

The soup splashed all the guests around.

"what!"

Xiao Lingya exclaimed and hurriedly plunged into Li Feng's arms.

Li Feng hooked his mouth, hugged her and waved his right hand to block the soup splashing here.

"puff"

In the mess, Ma Yinghui opened his mouth and spit out blood!

"dad!"

"Master!"

Ma Jiaji and a group of seniors exclaimed and rushed here together.

"SS grade... he is SS grade!"

Ma Yinghui looked at the sky with both eyes, and murmured in a dull eyes.

Wada Torataro shot him out with only one move and interrupted several of his meridians. Even if he recovers his injuries, his realm will drop a lot.

This time he lost his wife and broke down again, and lost his head!

"what?!"

Ma Jiaji and others were horrified.

They were still wondering why they were both at the S+ level, but the master was defeated so easily.

It turns out that Torataro Wada is SS level! This is a battle of crushing at a higher level!

"Tsk tusk, Chairman Ma, I heard that you are also a master of the same name as me, why are you so vulnerable? It seems that the rumors are unbelievable."

On the high platform, Hetian Torataro turned his back with his hands, looked condescendingly at Ma Yinghui in the distance, and said mockingly.

"You...puff!"

In shame, Ma Yinghui spit out blood again!

"Chairman Ma, don't you want to be so excited, I just kept your hands, if you lose too much blood and die, am I going to get into a murder lawsuit? You don't want to harm me!"

Wada Torataro continued to ridicule.

"Hetian-jun, I think your worry is not unreasonable."

"Chairman Ma is also a well-known hero. He must have the desire to die when he suffers such humiliation."

"What's more, he knows that Ma's martial arts hall will be ruined after today, and it must be meaningless to live."

Li Zaihe also shook his head and mocked.

"If I were him, I would hit myself to death."

Wada Torataro laughed loudly.

"Me too, just don't know if President Ma has such courage."

Li Zaihe mocked.

When the two sang and got together, their mocking power was doubled, and it was really possible to commit suicide at this time when they were thin-skinned.

However, Ma Yinghui is an old fried dough stick, and he knows the truth that it is impossible to commit suicide if you leave the green hills without worrying about firewood. Suicide is impossible in this life.

You can only pretend that you can't hear the two farting on the sidelines, and maintain your final dignity.

Seeing Ma Yinghui not speaking, Hetian Torataro coldly snorted: "It is now 3:0, and there are still seven games to be played. President Ma, don't let the guests here disappointed."

"Don't deceive people too much!" Ma Yinghui adjusted his breath and said angrily.

Even if he failed, who else can play in the Majia Wuguan?

"This is what we said in advance, you can at least let us make a 6:0."

"Otherwise, afterwards, you went outside and announced that you had a 6:3 fight with us. Who should we talk to to make sense?"

Wada Torataro said mockingly.

Li Zaihe smiled and said: "Hetian Jun, you misunderstood what President Ma meant. The last game was President Ma's selection. This time it's our turn."

Wada Torataro patted his forehead and said annoyedly: "Look at my mind, how can I forget about this? Okay, since we choose people, then... Nakata-kun, leave this to you."

"Hi!" Nakata Jiro separated the crowd and walked slowly onto the platform.

"Then... President Ma, it's up to you to choose someone next." Wada Torataro said with a smile.

Ma Yinghui's face sank without saying a word.

"Dad, let me play this game!" Ma Jiaji offered to fight.

He is the only master of the Majia martial arts hall. When his father and eldest brother are defeated, he is the only one who can rise to the top.

"No, Jiayu and I are both injured. You can't get hurt anymore." Ma Yinghui exhaled and said with an ugly face.

Ma Jiaji was not convinced: "But..."

"It's nothing, we surrender this time!" Ma Yinghui shouted loudly.

There was an uproar in the room!

Ma Yinghui conceded once in the first game and had to give up again in the fourth game.

This made the guests who felt their self-esteem hurt more and more.

If it weren't for Ma Yinghui's prestige in Chinatown, there would definitely be guests yelling.

"If you want to admit defeat, you can, as long as you publicly admit that Huaxia Wushu is inferior to Dongying Karate and Goryeo Taekwondo, I will allow you to admit defeat."

Torotaro Wada had long anticipated that Ma Yinghui would surrender, and immediately put forward the conditions.

As soon as these words were made, the anger of the guests on the scene could no longer be suppressed: "Can't admit defeat!"

"Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, how can Dongying Karate and Goryeo Taekwondo compare?"

"President Ma, you must never agree to him, this is a shame, a shame!"

"Anyone from Huaxia is not qualified to say such things, President Ma, you must never be Huaxia's sinner!"

"You are teaching me how to do things?!" Ma Yinghui was holding fire in his heart, listening to the chatter of the guests around him, his anger became more intense, and immediately let out a loud roar.

The place was quiet, but everyone was filled with anger.

If Ma Yinghui's answer can't satisfy them, then they don't care about Ma Yinghui's prestige, so they just swear!

Under the attention of everyone, Ma Yinghui stood up with the help of Ma Jiaji, and said proudly, "Chinese martial arts are profound and profound. I can't beat you. It only shows that my academic skills are not good. What does it have to do with Chinese martial arts?"

Hetian Tortaro's pupils shrank, and he said coldly: "Baga! You won't cry without seeing the coffin!"

"Hahaha." Ma Yinghui looked up to the sky and laughed. The laughter affected the wound and made him cough quickly.

After a while, Ma Yinghui smoothed his breath, and then said: "Wada Totaro, Li Zaihe, don't you just want to take the opportunity to humiliate our Chinese martial arts? Go ahead and dream of your horse's spring and autumn!"

"Although I am not a pure warrior, Ma Yinghui, my knees are still hard! Do you want me to kneel? Impossible!"

"Good! President Ma said well!"

"Huaxia people want to have this kind of courage!"

Ma Yinghui's answer turned out to be full of colors, and the frustrations in everyone's hearts disappeared a lot.

"Want to stand and don't want to kneel? Yes, then continue to fight. If you dare not continue to fight, swallow these words back for me!" Wada Torataro sneered, Cheng Zhu was holding it.

"There are so many Chinese people present, don't any one have the courage to come up?" Li Zaihe scanned the audience and mocked: "The rumors are true. The Chinese people are all fools..."

"I come!"

Li Feng let out a loud shout and stood up.

The audience is silent!