Wang Yong merely clapped his hands, toppling the old man. However, he didn't pursue his advantage and instead stood still, speaking indifferently, "I only practice one of the most obscure forms of Chinese Kung Fu. Even I can't be defeated by you, it seems this representative of Taekwondo is not much to speak of! If Taekwondo wants to challenge Chinese Kung Fu, it still needs a lot more practice."
Han Junxi was so dazed by the loud sound that even his teeth loosened a bit. It took him a while to come to his senses. With a wave of his hand, a few equally unsteady people rushed forward, propping up the dazed, scrawny old man, and retreated in disarray.
Choi Kimyin's face was ashen, clearly suffering from the shock of the recent loud sound. She glanced at the nonchalant Wang Yong on the stage, sneered, and turned to leave without a word. The group behind her hurriedly followed suit.
