Chapter 232: Merciless Mockery!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Step back." The middle-aged man told his son to back off. With a serious look on his face, his gaze was locked onto the Southeast Asian man as the bloodlust around him grew quickly.

"You can do it Daddy!" the little boy shouted. "Beat him up!"

"You can do it!" the Chinese people in the crowd cheered along as well. Passion and fury could be heard in their voices.

"Come!"

The Southeast Asian man lowered his body and his eyes emitted a chilling gaze. Following that, his legs propelled him forward, zipping through the distance like a snake striking out of its nest!

Just before he arrived in front of the middle-aged man, his body suddenly shifted to the side. With his sides falling towards the ground, he supported his body with both his palms, cracking his leg like a whip. It lashed through the air at the middle-aged man's face!

His speed was like a cheetah and his strength was overwhelming. Moreover, he was quick to act and ruthless.

The middle-aged man gripped his fists tightly, committing one hand to defense while the other attacked!

Bang!

The fist and leg collided, but the Southeast Asian man's other leg came in with a follow-up!

The middle-aged man was forced back a step.

By then, the Southeast Asian man pushed his advantage. Pushing on the floor with his palms, he launched himself into midair and rolled himself into a ball with elbows and knees pointing outwards. That turned him into a human's strongest attack form and shot himself forward like a wrecking ball towards the middle-aged man!

Bang!

The middle-aged man could only react to it by blocking. However, the force behind the attack constantly pushed him backward. Furthermore, the constant elbow and knee strikes caused stinging pains on his body which numbed his bones.

The next instant, the Southeast Asian man rained his attacks on him continuously like a storm, coming in waves.

His attacks were all focused on elbows and knees. A combination of high and low attacks at tricky angles forced the middle-aged man into a defensive form. Each time his elbow struck from above, his knee was already raised and aimed for the abdomen!

Such violent attacks transformed his body into a killing machine. Combined with the unceasing attacks, it was difficult to defend against.

Ye Lingchen's brows twitched, surprised by Muay Thai's techniques.

Unlike Chinese Kungfu, Muay Thai seemed more straightforward. It did not have any moves for defenses or grappling. All was boiled down to one word—Strike!

Moreover, it was not with fist or palm, but the body's strongest area as the weapon. When matched with the amazing jumping strength, it was top tier in terms of close quarter combat.

The middle-aged man's Kungfu was not bad either. Under such an assault, he managed to keep up his defenses. He kept his stance and occasionally matched moves and used the opportunity to counterattack.

However, the middle-aged man's disadvantage was clear.

The surrounding Chinese in the crowd went silent as well. Their faces turned uglier as time passed as they watched Chinese Kungfu being suppressed by Muay Thai.

"Daddy, you can do it!" Only the little boy was still cheering for him.

As for the non-Chinese, they were just watching for the action. Seeing such a fight, they were cheering loudly from the side. Quite a number of women were also staring at the Southeast Asian man with gleaming eyes.

"Is that Muay Thai? It's so amazing!"

"Chinese Kungfu is really just for show. It seemed great, but when it comes to a real fight, it can't even fight back."

"Muay Thai is suitable for fighting. If I took that elbow, I don't think I can remain standing."

"Woooooah! Get him! This is exciting!"

The next moment, the Southeast Asian man leaped into the air with both his knees flying towards the middle-aged man!

Bang!

The middle-aged man's legs buckled and flew backward, almost losing his footing.

Ye Lingchen shook his head as he knew the middle-aged man was sure to lose.

He had long realized that the middle-aged man's legs had an awkward posture in the fight. Furthermore, he rarely used his legs to attack, most likely due to some past injury. He was disadvantaged right from the beginning, rendering him to be on the defensive all the while.

That hit had reached the limits of what the middle-aged man's legs could take.

As expected, after the Southeast Asian man landed, he made another backflip and aimed a kick at the middle-aged man from the air!

Bang!

The middle-aged man immediately flew backward and landed on his butt on the ground.

By then, all his muscles were all red with several bumps on him. It was obvious they were from the earlier battle.

"Dad, are you okay?" The little boy immediately rushed over.

The middle-aged man shook his head, a glimpse of desolate look flashed through his eyes. If not for his leg's injury, he would not have embarrassed Chinese Kungfu.

"Hehe, sick man of East Asia. What trash," the Southeast Asian man spoke with insolence as he assumed a victor's pose, standing proudly in the middle of the square.

Those words immediately brought cheers from the other foreigners. Meanwhile, all the Chinese people in the vicinity had ugly expressions, yet they dared not voice out their anger.

"Hey, sick man of East Asia, I'm talking about you! If anyone has any objection, step right up!" the Southeast Asian man scoffed as he pointed at the Chinese people within the crowd.

"We are not sick men of East Asia!"

The little boy stared right at the Southeast Asian man stubbornly, showing no signs of fear.

"Kid, you don't agree?" The Southeast Asian man laughed, then with a condescending tone, "People, do you know who is China's current idol?"

"I know!" a blonde woman with blue eyes blurted. As she said that, she took out an Ipad, and on it was the photo of Wu Han.

"They are worshipping this man." The woman laughed contemptuously. "This type of man, I can fight three of them by myself! If China worships such a person, sick man of East Asia sounds right."

"Following that she even pulled out some of Wu Han's video clips, all of which were him trying to sell his sex appeal, dancing in suggestive movements.

"Hahaha, this is a guy?"

"F*ck! I thought that was a woman! Did Chinese men devolve?"

"F*ck! For a country to have this kind of idol, they really are sick men!"

"I know, this is a sissy. They are very popular in China and are liked by most Chinese women!"

"Sigh, what a waste!"

...

The unpleasant discussions and mockery came in waves, causing all the Chinese people to be red as tomatoes, at a loss for words.

"Sick man of East Asia! Sick man of East Asia! Sick man of East Asia!"

At that moment, everyone apart from the Chinese people were chanting. "Sick Man of East Asia" seemed to be tailor-made for them!

"We are not sick men of East Asia!" The little boy turned red. "China has many amazing people too. We worship Superhero Y more. It's just that he's not here today."

Only

"Pfft!"

His words immediately caused many laughs within the crowd. Some of the foreigners were laughing hard as they rocked back and forth.

"Superhero? Does China have them?"

"I've only heard of Ironman, Spiderman, and Captain America. I've never heard of any superhero in China."

"Are you dreaming? China has no superhero and Chinese Kungfu is just trash. The Sick man of East Asia just loves to daydream."

"China's superhero? Could it be a sissy? Horrible, terrifying!"

The merciless mockery caused the Chinese people to lower their heads, too ashamed to look up...