Chapter 28: This slap in the face will hurt

The people of the country T in the hall were so impressed by Makawi's power that they started cheering before the fight even started.

Although the brothers He Hui and He Yao had full confidence in Meng Hao, they couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Coach Qiao moved closer to Meng Hao and whispered, "Brother Meng, be careful! Although... I was wrong before, Brother Meng is indeed a master, at least much better than me, but..."

"This T country guy has fierce punches and kicks, and he has a flexible body. In addition, he has the home advantage. Just the shouting and cheering of the T country guys in the hall can make people feel irritated! So..."

"Brother Meng, you must not underestimate the enemy. If you feel something is wrong, just admit defeat. Even if it's a bit embarrassing, at least you don't have to break an arm like me, which won't heal for months!"

He sighed repeatedly as he spoke.

Meng Hao wanted to spit in his face again.

I don't know which side this guy is on. From beginning to end, he has been encouraging the enemy and destroying his own prestige.

It would have been fine before, but now I saw him slap Morta and send him flying, and he still said this.

Fortunately, this is Meng Hao. If it were someone else, they would have lost even though they could have won just based on your words.

"Since Mr. Meng has issued a challenge, I will make the first move!" said Makawi.

Just now, Meng Hao easily knocked Morta back five or six meters. Although Makavei thought that he might not lose to Meng Hao if he attacked with all his strength, he still did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

"Okay, I haven't seen the Southern T Fist yet, so today I'll be able to broaden my horizons!" Meng Hao replied with a smile.

Makave nodded, and suddenly let out a loud shout, like a thunderclap that exploded out of nowhere. The timid ones in the hall were frightened to the point of going limp all over.

But Meng Hao was not affected by his shout at all. Seeing his punch coming towards him, Meng Hao slightly turned sideways and dodged.

Meng Hao himself had never learned any martial arts, and the "Starry Sky Body Cleansing Technique" could not provide any fighting skills.

But Meng Hao had mastered the elementary algorithms of "The Divine Calculation of Heaven", and he could easily see the flaws in any martial arts that was performed in front of him.

With his strength and speed, he could easily knock Makave away with just one punch to the weak spot.

However, this was the first time Meng Hao fought against a master, and this master was from Country T, and he used the internationally famous Southern T Fist.

Meng Hao was determined to see how powerful Nan T's fist was, so Makawi's fists were whistling and his legs were flying . Meng Hao never fought back, but just moved back and forth among the fists and legs.

He handled the situation with ease and nonchalantly, but to outsiders, it seemed as if he was a small boat in the stormy sea that could capsize at any time.

Coach Joe became more and more worried and couldn't help clenching his fists until his palms were sweaty.

Even He Hui and He Yao felt less and less optimistic the more they looked at the situation.

The people of Country T in the hall relaxed one by one, admiring the performance of their country's invincible warrior Makawi while discussing in low voices.

"This kid was boasting a lot before, and I thought he was really capable. I didn't expect that he couldn't even withstand a single move from Makawi!"

"Of course, our Southern T Fist is world-renowned, and Makawi has practiced the Southern T Fist to perfection. This kid is so young, how could he be Makawi's opponent!"

"Although Southern T-Boxing is world-renowned, Chinese martial arts are more famous than Southern T-Boxing in the world. Besides, this guy just threw Morta onto the stage with ease. I feel like it won't be easy for Makawi to win!"

"What do you mean by easy or not? We've been fighting for quite some time, and this guy can't even fight back one move. I bet the fight will be over within ten moves!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I think too. I always feel that the Han kid didn't use his strength to throw Morta onto the stage, but used some magic!"

"That's not certain! Doesn't our country T also have black magic? If this Han kid used similar evil magic, it's no wonder Morta couldn't resist it!"

"But this kid keeps dodging and not confronting us head-on. No matter how powerful Makave's punch is, it will be useless if he can't hit him!"

"How about we all shout together and see if this kid can stop hiding!"

"Okay, one, two, three, let's shout together in Chinese!"

The T country people in the hall became more and more depressed as they watched, and they all couldn't help shouting.

Even Makawi roared , "Did you hear the shouting from below? If you have the guts, just take my punch, okay?"

His words were actually a bit harsh but weak.

He had already thrown more than thirty punches and kicked more than twenty times, but he hadn't even touched the corner of Meng Hao's clothes.

In addition, Meng Hao looked relaxed, with even a slight smile on his lips. He knew that once Meng Hao fought back, he would be able to attack his vital points directly.

Therefore, he deliberately emphasized "take my real punch", hoping to gain some advantage with his ferocious iron fist.

How could Meng Hao not know what he was thinking? He laughed and said, "It's okay for me to take your punch, but I'm afraid you can't bear it! Anyway, I've seen enough of Nan T's boxing, so let's stop fighting!"

Before he finished his words, he suddenly raised his palm and lightly slapped Makave.

Seeing that his palm was not fast enough, Makave was overjoyed and raised his fist, punching him with all his strength.

With a "puff" sound, fists and palms collided.

Makavei only felt a huge force surging, and his entire tall and strong body was involuntarily thrown sideways , passing through several round tables under the rostrum, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

sitting at the round tables were so frightened that they jumped up and screamed.

The clamor and cheering that had urged Meng Hao to take Makawi's punch also fell silent in an instant.

Looking again, Makawi did not fall down, but stood firmly on the ground, but his face was pale and his body was trembling, as if he would collapse to the ground at any time.

"Dad, are you okay ?"

Morta ran over and asked in surprise.

Makaveh kept his mouth shut and did not answer.

Meng Hao sighed softly and said, "He attacked with all his strength, but I knocked him back with one palm. Although I showed mercy, he has internal injuries. Don't talk to him now, otherwise he will spit blood from his mouth and be even more seriously injured!"

Everyone looked at Meng Hao in shock. It was hard for them to believe that what Meng Hao said was true.

Where on earth did this freak come from? How is it possible that he has reached such a level at such a young age?

Makave is a well-known hero in his country T. He is simply invincible in country T. How could he be injured by a light palm from a Han kid like you ?

The key point is that you just said you were dodging and didn't dare to take Makawi's punch, but then you just lightly slapped me.

You don't want to slap someone in the face like this, right?

It will hurt to be slapped in the face like this!

"You kid...you you you ...did you use some kind of magic?"

Morta shouted with a flushed face.

All the people of Country T looked at Meng Hao.

Even Coach Qiao was doubtful and couldn't believe that what had just happened was something that Meng Hao could achieve with his true strength.

Meng Hao was too lazy to explain and just shook his head.

Motar took a step forward and wanted to ask again, but Makawi finally recovered and quickly scolded him, "Shut up, I'm a real Han Chinese martial artist, don't embarrass yourself here if you don't know how to do it!"

Morta shut up immediately.

The whole hall fell into deathly silence.

Oh, Heaven and Earth, how can the people of T country survive in Han country from now on !

People say that the Han Kingdom is vast and rich in resources and is home to many talented people. I didn’t believe it before, but I have to believe it now!

Just such an inconspicuous brat, young, thin and weak, was able to seriously injure the invincible hero of their country T with just a single blow. If another real master who was famous in the country Han came along, wouldn't all the people of their country T have to kneel down and surrender?

It's so horrible and humiliating.

Don’t think about it anymore, just take a shower and go to bed.