In the arena, Li Zailong was shouting "Huaxia pigs" again and again.
His exceedingly arrogant expression deeply irritated everyone's nerves present.
Everyone was so angry their eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging, wishing they could insult his ancestors up to eighteen generations.
However, not a single person dared to step up and challenge him.
The opponent's strength was just too formidable, even the highly anticipated Lin Haofei couldn't withstand a single move from him, let alone them?
Seeing this, Li Zailong's arrogance became even more rampant.
With his nostrils pointed to the sky, he swept his gaze around and spoke with a tone of disdain, "Huaxia martial arts is garbage, only our Korean Taekwondo is the world's strongest martial art! You know, a bunch of East Asian disease..."
Whiz—
Smack!
Before Li Zailong could finish speaking, suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.
A moment later.
"Who the hell threw trash?"
No one reacted until they heard Li Zailong roaring furiously.
