This unbelievable scene stunned everyone.
Putting the strange bending angle aside.
Just the strength of that kick alone was enough to send Fang Gang two to three meters up in the air. Note that Fang Gang was two meters tall and weighed over 200 pounds, just how much strength was needed to perform that kick...
Fang Gang had no idea what had happened. He only felt his stomach suddenly suffer a heavy blow, and then his stomach and intestines were in turmoil. He could not help but feel nauseous.
"Blaargh!"
He vomited midair.
Yang Dianfeng exerted his strength with one foot. Then, as if someone was pulling Fang Gang's body parallel to the ground, he moved downward.
"Ugh."
This caused another wave of exclamations.
Boom!
The ground shook. Fang Gang laid on the ground. He raised his head with difficulty. His expression changed and he vomited again.
"Ah, you're really disgusting. Did you eat too much in the afternoon?"
Yang Dianfeng said.
It was meant to be a joke but no one could bring themself to laugh.
They were still immersed in Yang Dianfeng's two waves of action.
The strength of his kick probably weighed over 100 catty.
The single foot technique was even more terrifying.
"Heavens. This Yang Qing's boyfriend, just who is he?"
Yang Dianfeng did not expect himself to defeat a Brazilian jiu-jitsu expert with less than 10% of his strength.
It felt surreal.
'Host, you don't understand. The host has the Constitution of the European Emperor. When the host receives a large amount of money, the body's abilities will increase proportionately.
'If we calculate by catty, the host's current strength is the strength of four dragons. The dragon's strength will not be explained. The host will have to experience it on his own.'
'I…'
'This explanation was too vague. Moreover, are there even dragons in this world?
'What's the scale for a strength of four dragons?'
"Ah, powerful, so powerful."
At this moment, everyone who had been watching the show applauded.
In an instant, a large number of people surrounded Yang Dianfeng.
"Master Yang, what is this kung fu of yours? I don't make much progress with Taekwondo, your kung fu is so powerful. Can you teach me?"
"Yes, master. Such a heavy person was sent flying with a kick."
"Master, are you practicing traditional martial arts?"
Most of the people that were outside had entered the dojo and started taking pictures of him from a distance.
They knew that today's incident might become viral on the internet.
They would be fools if they did not take advantage of the traffic.
"Uh, well, in terms of fighting skills, there's actually not much difference in skill. It only depends on whether you're able to properly practice the techniques.
"Please move aside."
Yang Qing muttered, "There's no difference in skill..."
'Was this something an ordinary person could say?'
Then, under everyone's stunned gazes.
Yang Dianfeng asked a student to take more than ten wooden boards.
At this moment, Fang Gang had also recovered, but when he saw Yang Dianfeng, he did not dare to underestimate him anymore.
The wooden planks were placed on the floor without any gaps between one another.
Everyone was stunned. 'Is he going to split them open?
'Though, is there anyone who can split wooden planks like this?'
One had to know, when splitting wooden planks, there should be a gap between the wooden planks.
Even if there was no gap, the lowest target had to be suspended in the air. Only then would strength be able to pass through.
In contrast, Yang Dianfeng's method of laying a three-centimeter thick wooden board on the ground would cause the strength exerted on the board to be canceled out by the ground. It would be impossible to break the wooden boards.
However, what was everyone looking at?
The wooden boards were directly placed on the ground and were more than 30 centimeters high.
"Oh my god, is he going to split the board? Is it even possible to do it this way?"
"It's impossible. Arranging it this way means that there's no space between the wooden boards. The difficulty of breaking a wooden board will increase tenfold. Not to mention the fact that there are ten wooden boards."
"Yang Dianfeng, what games are you trying to play? With that arrangement, it's impossible to split them."
Yang Dianfeng smiled as he looked at Yang Qing's beautiful face and said, "I have the strength of a bull. Do you believe me?"
Yang Qing blushed and remained silent.
"As I said just now, there is no difference when it comes to fighting skills.
"Think about it, everyone has seen the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils. Qiao Feng was able to use Taizu's long fist to immediately beat up two Shaolin Xuanzi eminent monks to a miserable state."
"And any martial arts, if placed in the hand of the five wonders, will become magical.
"Ouyang Feng, who has cultivated the nine Yin scripture, is not much stronger than before.
"This is the true meaning of what I've said. Look."
Everyone looked over and saw Yang Dianfeng pressing one finger against the wooden board.
The wooden board creaked as if it was on the verge of cracking.
He exerted some strength.
Crack.
Yang Dianfeng's finger sank deep into the wooden board.
Everyone was stunned.
'Isn't this too amazing? He only used his finger and without any momentum, he's able to pierce through the wooden planks?'
"You can take a look now."
The Taekwondo practitioners quickly moved the wooden planks away.
They saw a hole as thick as an index finger on each wooden plank.
Toward the end, when they moved all the wooden planks away, the crowd saw that an index finger-sized hole had appeared on the marble floor.
"Ah!"
Everyone exclaimed.
This was unbelievable.
'Is this possible with human strength?'
Fang Gang was shocked speechless.
"With my strength, whether I practice Taekwondo, karate, boxing, or any other kinds of other martial arts in the world. Will there be any difference?"
Everyone was silent.
"There are too many online videos nowadays, some are fake and some are real. Everyone says that Taekwondo is not good. Though, do they know that the founder of Taekwondo had defeated the top ten karate experts of Rainbow Nation before creating Taekwondo?
"For those who said that Jeetkundo is no good, it must be because they have never seen the number of people Chen Long had defeated on the streets of America.
"However, why is it that these martial arts become bad when they're in your hands?
"The reason is—"
Yang Dianfeng looked around at the crowd and was about to speak.
"The reason is that you are misleading the crowd with your lies."
A black man led the way and people dressed in various martial arts suits followed behind him.
He was the one who said that Yang Dianfeng was 'misleading the crowd with your lies' just now.
"Oh, do you want to spar?"
Yang Dianfeng said with a cold smile.
"Spar? Let's spar, but we have to follow the boxing rules," said the black man.
Yang Qing's expression immediately changed and said, "You can't. Black men have strong bodies, and there are many rules in boxing. It's very different from normal fighting. You will be at a disadvantage."
"Are you worried about me?"
Yang Dianfeng said happily, "However, I'm the martial arts expert that you spoke of."
After he put on the boxing gloves, Yang Dianfeng remained still.
Boxing was a moving art. In terms of footwork, only a few martial arts were better than boxing.
The black boxer moved left and right, as he looked for an opening in Yang Dianfeng.
Nevertheless, regardless of the direction he had moved, Yang Dianfeng would always face him.
The black boxer lost his patience and was ready to charge forward to test the waters with a jab.
He suddenly punched out.
Whoosh!
As he attacked, everyone could hear the sound of air being pierced.
At the same time, Yang Dianfeng also launched a punch in the same direction.
"Ah!"
The black boxer suddenly retreated. He felt as if his arm had been electrocuted.