Chapter 199: Our China

At this moment, several team members from the Martial Arts Hall went onto the ring and carried the injured Ma Tiansheng down.

Ye Bufan said to Han Shuai, "Don't talk for now, go carry him over, I'll treat him."

Han Shuai glared fiercely at Cao Xiaowan, then went over and said a few words to the team members there, and soon several people carried Ma Tiansheng in front of Ye Bufan.

The leading team member looked at the unbelievably young Ye Bufan and said with some doubt, "Han Shuai, will this work? Should we send him to the hospital immediately if it doesn't?"

Han Shuai said, "Trust my brother, he is the best doctor. He healed my injury yesterday."

The person said half-believingly, "Alright then, if it doesn't work, don't force it, we'll send him to the hospital immediately."

Cao Xiaowan indeed curled her lips in disdain: "Putting on an act, not sending such a serious injury to the hospital, do you really think you're a miracle doctor?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Bufan had already stepped forward, grabbed Ma Tiansheng's arm, pulled and pushed, and with a click, he had already reconnected the broken arm.

His Divine Sense was like a 360-degree X-ray perspective with no blind spots, clearly seeing the broken bone, so this connection was seamless, almost perfectly flawless.

Everyone else was startled; they had never seen such fast bone setting.

Cao Xiaowan shouted, "What are you doing? It's not your arm that's broken, even if you're putting on an act, please be serious, okay?"

But at this moment, Ma Tiansheng, who had been in pain, suddenly stood up, his face calm, and looked at his arm in astonishment, saying, "It's healed, my arm is really healed.

Little brother, your Medical skill is truly miraculous."

He moved it gently; not only did the recently broken arm no longer hurt, but even slight movement had no effect.

Ye Bufan said, "I've reconnected the broken bone. Don't exert force for three days. After three days, you can return to normal, and after half a month, you can resume training."

Ma Tiansheng said, "Little brother, thank you so much."

Han Shuai glared fiercely at Cao Xiaowan: "See? This is Medical skill, this is our Chinese Medicine."

Cao Xiaowan's expression froze, then she pouted and said, "What's so great about it? Even if the Medical skill is good, it's useless; sooner or later, his arm and leg will still be broken by others."

Qin Chuchu said unhappily, "Chu Chu, what's wrong with you? Can you say less?"

Although the two of them were the best of friends before, today she was still extremely dissatisfied with Cao Xiaowan's performance.

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"Do I even need to say it? Just watch later."

Cao Xiaowan pouted and turned her head to look at the stage.

On the ring, Geng Ziyu was now standing opposite Tulam. Facing the person who had injured his compatriot, he showed no mercy.

He stepped forward with his left foot, and his right fist slammed towards Tulam's face, as fast as lightning.

As the saying goes, T'ai Chi Ch'uan does not leave the house for ten years, and Baguazhang kills people in one year.

But from the perspective of modern combat, Baguazhang is more practical than T'ai Chi Ch'uan.

But that also depends on who the opponent is. Tulam came out of an underground boxing arena, having experienced dozens or hundreds of life-and-death battles, and his combat experience was far beyond what he could compare to.

The two only fought a few rounds, and Ye Bufan's heart sank to the bottom again.

For ordinary people, Geng Ziyu was already very strong, but he was still too far from the threshold of a Martial Artist; he had not Cultivated internal Qi at all.

Without internal Qi, he was completely inferior to Tulam in terms of strength, speed, and combat skills.

Although the cheering around them was thunderous, Geng Ziyu's strength was ultimately insufficient. After only five moves, he was kicked hard on the calf by Tulam.

With a crack, his calf bone had completely turned into a V-shape.

"Ah…"

Geng Ziyu let out a miserable cry, falling to the ground with a pale face. Fortunately, this was not an underground boxing arena, not a life-and-death struggle, and Tulam did not make a further killing move, merely standing by with a sneer.

He surveyed the audience below, extended a downward middle finger, and sneered, "You Chinese people are too weak. Fighting you is no fun at all. It seems the title of 'Sick Man of East Asia' is not undeserved!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Sudden applause rang out, clapped by Kanu, accompanied by Cao Xiaowan standing beside him.

Han Shuai immediately became furious: "Are you a Chinese or not? If you weren't a woman, I'd beat you to death."

Even Qin Chuchu and An Yimo looked at Cao Xiaowan with cold eyes, simply unable to believe that their best friend was such a person.

Their compatriot was injured, and she was applauding for the other side. Wasn't this clearly a traitor?

Cao Xiaowan shouted defiantly, "Why are you yelling at me? If you're so capable, get on the ring! You're useless yourself, yet you blame others."

"You wait, today I'll show you what Chinese Kung Fu is."

At this moment, Geng Ziyu had been carried off the ring. Although the other team members of the Martial Arts Hall were enraged, they also knew that

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they were not even as good as their own curator, so how could they fight him?

Han Shuai strode onto the ring and went directly opposite Tulam.

He assumed the starting stance of True Martial Divine Fist and shouted loudly, "Bastard, come on!"

Tulam looked at him disdainfully, not putting him in his eyes at all, and sneered, "Trash like you, I can beat as many as there are."

Han Shuai didn't waste words. He moved his feet to come in front of Tulam and punched him in the chest.

He had only practiced his True Martial Divine Fist for a few hours. It lacked Ma Tiansheng's agility and Geng Ziyu's ferocity. It looked ordinary, not much different from a punch thrown by a regular person.

So Tulam didn't pay it any mind. He raised his hand and gently pushed outwards, intending to deflect his fist.

But he never expected that Han Shuai's punch was as heavy as a thousand pounds. His seemingly thick and strong arm could not move it at all.

"My God…"

Tulam's expression instantly changed drastically, realizing he had met a master. But by then, it was too late to dodge. Han Shuai's fist slammed into his chest with a boom.

This punch was incredibly powerful and heavy. Han Shuai, in his extreme anger, used ten tenths of his strength. With a crack, his sternum fractured, and Tulam's 200-plus-pound body flew up abruptly, actually being knocked off the ring with one punch.

The entire venue fell silent. No one expected Han Shuai, who had just joined the Martial Dao Hall, to be so powerful.

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause.

"Well done! This is our Chinese Kung Fu…"

"Good hit! Let them see the might of our Chinese men…"

The entire Martial Dao Hall was boiling, only Kanu, the few black men, and Cao Xiaowan stood there silently.

Kanu's expression changed drastically. He had originally thought that Tulam alone could sweep the entire Martial Arts Hall today, but he was unexpectedly knocked off the ring with one punch.

After a moment of silence, Cao Xiaowan said unhappily, "Damn it, he hit so hard! Don't you know that sparring should involve holding back? Don't you know that our China is a land of etiquette?"

"That's our China, it has nothing to do with you."

Ye Bufan had just reconnected Geng Ziyu's broken leg. He looked up and said to her coldly, "When our compatriot was injured, why didn't you say they should have held back?

I just said that our China has always been like this: friends are greeted with good wine, and jackals are met with hunting rifles.

We will not be polite to our enemies, and we will certainly not hold back against those who injure us."