Chapter 77 One Foot!

The applause lasted for nearly half a minute before slowly stopping. The host also shouted for a long time because of excitement. Finally, he drank two sips of water to moisten his throat and continued to host.

"This game is very exciting. Pan Hongsheng, a student of the Chinese team, directly won the final victory of the game with only one round of attacks. The dazzling nine hundred hundred backspin will be the biggest gain of this competition!" The host's words no longer have a serious nationality distinction, and there are no boundaries for the enthusiasm for taekwondo.

"Next is the second game. The representative of the Chinese side is..." The host took out the filling report, couldn't help exclaiming, and stood up in disbelief.

"The representative of China is still Pan Hongsheng. He fought twice in a row. The first round of the battle has defeated the South Korean team's Kim Jinhao. Can he continue to end the game with the icing on the cake?" The host said with a red face.

When filling in the form, China directly filled in what Pan Hongsheng said twice. They could be sure that Pan Hongsheng could not lose in the first round. This is true. At this moment, no matter who is facing Pan Hongsheng, they will feel great pressure. The mythical action in the stunt alone makes everyone afraid.

In fact, the current score can confirm the victory of the Chinese team. The score of 11-8 is only 11-10 even if Pan Hongsheng loses, but because of the previous action, everyone is waiting for Pan Hongsheng to create a more jaw-dropping result.

Similarly, the South Korean team seems to be ready to do something in the last game, and will not meet such a strong enemy in the next session.

"Captain Cui, if it really doesn't work, forget it. Now this guy is too popular. If he encounters any accident, it is likely..." A member of the South Korean team said with a worried face.

"It doesn't matter. You can't see it even if you do some tampers. This guy is a strong enemy. We must eradicate him in this session. Do you want to be suppressed like Yang Yajie and lose for two years without any suspense?" Cui Zheng'an squinted and said, and then slowly walked towards the field.

"South Korean vice captain Cui Zheng'an is on the stage. How will another competition start? The game begins!" The host shouted again to announce the start of the game.

In fact, even he didn't have any hope for the South Korean team, but his professional ethics told him that for this game with no prize or only for Pan Hongsheng, the most important thing is to explain as much as possible.

On the court, Pan Hongsheng watched Cui Zheng'an pass by and his face immediately moved, and then squinted and smiled with a cold light in his eyes.

He has seen the other party's problem.

For a martial artist, even for taekwondo, the most important thing is the root. That's why ordinary martial arts start from the horse step, and only when the root is stable can the game be invincible, and there is an obvious problem with Cui Zheng'an in front of him.

Pan Hongsheng can feel from afar that when he is walking, his left foot is slightly larger than the area of his right foot. This slight difference can't be seen if Pan Hongsheng usually, but what he is playing now is blackening, so he looks at it very carefully. This slight difference directly makes him understand it. It's tricky.

Obviously, Cui Zheng'an's right leg must have something like a steel plate, otherwise his legs could not be so unbalanced. Thinking of this, Pan Hongsheng immediately thought of another problem.

According to Yang Yajie's strength, if he is overshadowed by the opponent in the game, his strength is unlikely to be low. At least ordinary players can't have that strength, so if there is no mistake, Yang Yajie was a vicious player in the game with him before.

"Let me ask you something first." Pan Hongsheng narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Ask." Cui Zheng'an's Mandarin was quite standard, and he looked at Pan Hongsheng warily and said.

"Was Yang Yajie's last battle with you?"

Cui Zheng'an did not reply, but Pan Hongsheng obviously saw that the other party's pupils were obviously shrinking, and there was a sneer on his face.

"Come on!" Pan Hongsheng roared, and then rushed directly without waiting for Cui Zheng'an's reaction. When he was nearly five or six meters away from the other party, he directly took a back flip and then kicked Cui Zheng'an's chest with his legs straight.

Triangle inverted hook! It's a very difficult taekwondo stunt!

Everyone stared at Pan Hongsheng on the court. Everyone wanted to see a more amazing scene, but Cui Zheng'an's face on the court changed. He raised his right leg and directly removed the other party's strength with the back pendulum.

"Sure enough!" A trace of cold light flashed flashed in Pan Hongsheng's eyes. He had noticed the two separate steel plates of the opponent's right leg knee and the oncoming bone. His right leg was on the ground. Pan Hongsheng's left leg swept directly to the other party's facade, and then his left leg gently continued with his right leg. After four consecutive kicks, he directly rotated for a week and a 360-legged whirlwind!

Tiandao butterfly legs! The most ornamental moves of all taekwondo stunts, four consecutive kicks and the last week of whirlwind kicks, once again make the whole field hot.

"Who the hell is this Brother Pan!" Li Linqing's such a taciturn boy couldn't help standing up. Pan Hongsheng's performance really blinked. He dared to say that no one in the whole field could do the two movements of Jiubai Houxuan and Tiandao Butterfly Leg.

"Brother Pan is what I call. You boy can only call his name." Zhang Bowen squinted and said that he didn't see whether the other party had clamped the steel plate. It seemed that he had forgotten yesterday's aggrievedness because of Pan Hongsheng's dazzling performance today.

But it's a pity that he will not forget Pan Hongsheng, who must be rewarded.

The hot mood under the stage was on the verge of madness under the help of the host. Everyone couldn't wait to rush to the venue to watch Pan Hongsheng's game at close range. At this time, Cui Zheng'an finally felt the pressure.

It is not only the pressure from Pan Hongsheng, but also from the eyes of the outside world.

A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. Cui Zheng'an roared and rushed to Pan Hongsheng. At the same time, a sharp whip leg on his right leg was directly directed at Pan Hongsheng's shoulder. The position he locked and hit was not that the ribs could jump away vertically, nor could his head give way, but to the shoulder with the lowest score. Kick it!

In the eyes of outsiders, this kick seems to be very unlevel, but only Pan Hongsheng understands the problem.

I'm afraid that this foot can't be avoided and can only resist, and if there is no steel plate, it is not a big problem to resist this foot, but if there is a steel plate, even if Zhang Bowen's arm can't move in a short time.

"There is an old saying in China that the tree attracts the wind." Cui Zheng'an, who seemed to have felt Pan Hongsheng, said softly to Pan Hongsheng with a sneer and fierceness in his eyes. It seemed that he had seen the stunned expression of Pan Hongsheng covering his shoulder and falling to the ground.

"There is also an old saying that evil has evil retribution." Cui Zheng'an, who suddenly heard Pan Hongsheng's voice in his ear, was stunned for a moment and looked at his feet scratching from Pan Hongsheng's body in disbelief. The whole pores were creepy. He subconsciously hid forward, but there was nothing he could do.

"Bang!" The huge voice sounded with Pan Hongsheng, who suddenly appeared behind Cui Zheng'an. The next moment, Cui Zheng'an lay on the ground in disbelief, staring and twitching, and blood oozing from his mouth and ears. The screams and chaos of the crowd in front of him gradually dissipated.

One foot!