Chapter 27: Slapped and Flying Away

Both Makawi and Morta have met with Coach Joe and brothers He Hui and He Yao.

Standing between these three tall and strong men, Meng Hao was too inconspicuous.

Therefore, neither Macavi nor Morta believed that Meng Hao would be the expert they invited to fight Macavi .

He Hui had no choice but to point at Meng Hao and said, "This is the expert we invited. His last name is Meng!"

Makave and the Morta father and son were all stunned for a moment, the four eyes stared at Meng Hao, and soon they burst into laughter.

There was even a translator pointing at Meng Hao and shouting in the T language, "This tiny kid is the expert they invited. How hilarious! It seems that the Han Kingdom is really empty-handed!"

As soon as he shouted, all the T country people in the audience turned their eyes to Meng Hao, and soon their laughter almost blew the roof off.

He Hui and He Yao's faces turned red, while Coach Qiao kept shaking his head, looking extremely embarrassed.

"What the hell is going on? If I had known this, I wouldn't have come with you guys and endured this humiliation for nothing!"

Coach Joe said that he wanted to just turn around and leave, but if he really left, it would be like surrendering without a fight, which would be even more embarrassing.

So he could only stand there with his head held high, listening to the laughter of the T country people, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Okay, have you guys laughed enough?"

Meng Hao became a little impatient.

"We... haven't laughed enough. You... are actually the expert invited by He Hui and his team? It's really... too funny!"

Morta was standing next to Meng Hao. He couldn't help laughing and panting as he spoke, "Look at you... you look so weak and frail. If... you are really a master, then your Han country... is really left with no one!"

"Okay, you also know how to be fragile!"

Meng Hao raised his eyebrows in amusement, "Do you believe me? I can slap you away with one slap!"

"What did you say? Are you going to slap me away?"

Morta laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "My fellow countrymen... did you hear that? This... so-called Han expert said he would slap me away with one slap! It's too funny. I can't take it anymore. I can't breathe!"

He raised his voice and shouted twice in T country language, which made all the T countrymen in the room laugh so hard that they fell backwards, revealing their ugly appearance.

"What is this kid talking about? He wants to beat Morta away? Is he bragging or joking?"

"I'm afraid you're just bragging, but why do these bragging sounds so ridiculous to me?"

"I'm afraid this person is not here to compete, but to make people laugh, right?"

"It's possible. If he really comes here to make us laugh, and makes us all die of laughter, then he will win without fighting!"

"No, I'm almost dying of laughter!"

These people naturally spoke the language of Country T. Although Coach Qiao could not understand it, he could guess most of what they were saying.

That made Coach Joe's face turn red and he could no longer bear it.

"Can you please say less? I really regret listening to He Hui and embarrassing myself with you..."

He was unable to finish his words because suddenly, he saw Meng Hao raise his hand and gently wave it towards Morta, who was bent over with laughter.

Morta's laughter suddenly stopped, and his body flew up, waving his hands and feet in the air and screaming .

The people of T country in the hall had no idea what was happening. Seeing Morta flying through the sky like a flying horse, some of them even cheered loudly.

It was not until Morta fell onto the podium at the end of the hall with a thump and screamed "Ouch" that the unpleasant chattering of the T country dialect in the hall came to an abrupt end, and the laughter also stopped abruptly.

The party scene, which was noisy and bustling just now, suddenly fell into silence.

Coach Joe took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide, unable to make any sound.

Damn, what’s going on?

Did this skinny and frail boy Meng really slap Morta away with one slap?

He had fought with Morta before. Although Morta was no match for him, he still managed to fend off more than thirty of his moves before being defeated.

But this Meng guy just waved his hand lightly and sent Morta flying, and he flew five or six meters. How much strength did that take!

Even if he took a horse stance and used both hands to throw the strong and heavy Morta out, it would be impossible for him to throw him five or six meters at once, right?

He stood there in astonishment and disbelief, and all the T country people in the hall were going crazy.

I was laughing just now, but I ended up laughing at my own people!

Makawi was the first to come to his senses. He stood up and performed the T countryman’s clasping hands salute towards Meng Hao.

"I was mistaken. I didn't expect that you, at such a young age, are actually such a master!"

"I don't dare to call myself a master. There are many people like me in our Han country!"

Meng Hao waved his hand and responded calmly, "So it's okay for you to look down on me, but you, a T countryman, came to my Han country to show off your strength and said that all the men in our Han country can't withstand three punches from you T countrymen. That's a bit too much!"

"I never said that!"

Makawi's face was serious. "Our T country is just a small country, about the same size as a province of your Han country. No matter how arrogant I am, I dare not say anything that looks down on Han men! Mr. Meng, it's fine if you want to compete with me, but please don't accuse me of despising the Han country!"

He spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He Hui sneered and said, "You didn't say you looked down on Han men, but your son Morta did! Besides, wasn't the laughter in the hall just now looking down on us Han people?"

What he said was a direct slap in the face.

Makawi was beaten so hard that his face turned gloomy and he could hardly argue.

Sutani stepped forward and said, "Don't push your luck. Don't think that your master can defeat my master just because he is stronger. If you have the ability, let's fight with fists and feet!"

"That's right, the winner will be determined by fists and feet. Don't worry about these nonsense. It's not certain who will win or lose!"

Several T countrymen shouted at the same time, and more T countrymen followed suit.

Makave was in a difficult situation and had to bow to Meng Hao again.

"Since Mr. Meng came here specifically to challenge me, we must have a duel today!"

"But I have to make it clear first. Once I use this set of kung fu, I can't stop it. If I hurt Mr. Meng like I hurt Mr. Qiao before, Mr. Meng must not call the police and say that I intentionally hurt someone! After all, this is your Han Country, not our T Country. I really don't want to cause trouble!"

He said this sincerely and calmly, as if he really meant it in his heart.

He Hui leaned close to Meng Hao's ear and whispered, "Brother Meng, you have to be careful! This guy is a smiling tiger. He may be polite, but he will definitely be ruthless to you later! Coach Qiao didn't give his all at the beginning because he saw that he was of noble status and spoke well. As a result, he was easily suppressed by him and it is impossible for him to turn the tables!"

Meng Hao already knew Makawi's temperament very well without him having to tell him.

Moreover, he knew that Coach Joe was indeed no match for Makawi, and the so-called "not trying his best" was just a polite remark made by Coach Joe in front of the students.

So Meng Hao waved his hand to let He Hui leave, and then he raised his chin towards Makawi.

"Whether you broke Mr. Qiao's arm intentionally or not, it was indeed broken! But our Han Kingdom is a country of etiquette, and we will never be cruel to foreign guests! How about this, if you lose to me later, I won't ask you to return an arm to Mr. Qiao, as long as you promise to do one thing for me, how about it?"

"Are you so confident that you can defeat me?" Makawi narrowed his eyes.

"That's hard to say. After all, in a battle, there are always wins and losses!"

"What a winner and a loser. Well, I'll take on Mr. Meng's trick!"

Makawi laughed and jumped onto the podium. He suddenly took off the shirt he was wearing outside, revealing the double-breasted vest he was wearing inside.

His well-developed chest muscles filled up his vest, and his bulging arm muscles made people feel pressured at first sight.