"It seems that without giving you all a beating, your skins get itchy. Last time I inflicted serious injuries on one of you, this time I'm going to leave you all seriously hurt. No need for idle chatter, come at me together," Wei Jiawu said arrogantly as he pointed at Liu Wentao and Yang Guang. His contempt for these people was boundless; with their meager skills, they still dared to trouble him. It seemed he had to teach them a harsh lesson or they would not realize his might. It was necessary to knock them down for good, or else they would keep bothering him whenever they had the chance. Best to completely flatten them in one go.
This time I won't hold back, I'll bring them all down.
"Knock them all down, let them know the might of our National Arts Association."
"Their Taekwondo, how could it possibly match our National Arts?"
"They dare to trouble us, let's knock them down first!"
"What's Taekwondo compared to National Arts? We'll show them what real combat prowess is."
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