Li Delong's gaze was fixed on An Zainan, who had gained some fame in Capital City's taekwondo circles. Defeating him would significantly boost his prestige.
"Kid, to be so arrogant on Chinese soil, today I must teach you a lesson," Li Delong said coldly.
"Haha, fine, I am arrogant, and you're upset. Today I'm going to prove to everyone that you Chinese are the sick men of East Asia," An Zainan laughed arrogantly.
"You're asking for it!" Li Delong yelled in anger, suddenly throwing a front kick.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, he saw a blur of a leg before his eyes.
Li Delong's expression changed; it was too late to retreat.
"Crack!"
With a dull thud, An Zainan kicked Li Delong in the airborne calf.
Thump, Li Delong lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Ah, ah! My leg!"
Li Delong covered his leg, howling in pain.
"Not worth a blow." An Zainan's lips curled in disdain as he stepped forward and placed his foot on Li Delong's head.
