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James saw that Ye Chen should fight, and the corner of his mouth lifted up, "Good, a man."

He took out a chain and wrapped it around his waist, then locked it and threw the other end at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen knew that his opponent was going to fight him at the distance of the chain.

James was smart, chains tethering two people seemed fair, but this determined that the two people had to melee.

The Chinese martial art was about small, quick spirits.

It was obvious that the other party had done their homework on the Chinese kung fu as well.

Ye Chen received the other end of the iron cable and fixed it.

James nodded his head and said, "There is only one winner in our duel, just beat the other down."

"Good!"

As soon as Ye Chen's voice trailed off, James suddenly pushed.

Only the cable was taut, and Ye Chen's body flew towards the other side uncontrollably.

Almost at the same time James swung his fist and smashed it directly at Ye Chen.

With this move, James didn't know how many opponents he had spiked.

The hearts of everyone were shocked when they saw this scene.

Even some timid girls closed their eyes.

Seeing that James's fist was about to hit Ye Chen, suddenly Ye Chen's body leaned backwards.

James's fist smashed into the air against Ye Chen's face.

Ye Chen's body came around behind James and kicked James directly on his calf.

James's body stumbled and was about to fall but was directly dragged back by Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's body soared into the air and his knee knocked directly into James's jaw.

Bang!

James fell straight to the ground on his back.

The scene was silent.

Everyone was shocked by the exciting fight that had just taken place.

This wasn't a movie, but a real fight between Ye Chen and a fighting expert.

James was just about to stand up, but Ye Chen's foot was already on his neck.

"Take it or leave it?" Ye Chen's voice resounded like thunder throughout the arena.

At this time, James' live broadcast had gone crazy.

"Oh my god, James has actually been knocked out."

"Just now, was that the Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Chinese kung fu is too powerful, bull."

"James doesn't have a fighting chance against this Chinese guy!"

James tried to struggle to his feet, but Yatsuo's foot stepped on his neck, and the strong feeling of suffocation made him feel the fear of death even.

"I obey! Obey!" James even admitted it.

Only then did Ye Chen lifted his foot.

He coldly said, "Remember, the Chinese kung fu is not something that anyone can insult."

There was thunderous applause.

The crowd of onlookers were boiling with blood.

Zhang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, his face ecstatic.

Ye Chen had won, this was definitely a hotspot to hype up.

In particular, Ye Chen's movements just now were even more handsome than the filmed special effects.

He was increasingly glad of his decision.

Ye Chen people were real kung fu, which could be compared to those little fresh meat.

Ye Xi looked at Ye Chen with admiration in her eyes.

Even her aromatic heart was thumping.

People who practiced martial arts loved heroes the most.

Ye Xi was the same.

Ye Chen had already defended the honor of the Chinese martial arts more than once, and in Ye Chen's heart she was her own big hero.

James stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Chen.

"Mr. Ye, I have challenged the martial arts of many countries and the only thing I admire is the Chinese martial arts, thank you for letting me know the charm of the Chinese martial arts."

Ye Chen smiled faintly, "Chinese kung fu is profound, I only know a little bit of it."

"Mr. Ye? You must be a master of Wing Chun, may I learn from you?" James was excited.

But Ye Chen shook his head, "I'm not qualified to be a master yet, I'm an amateur, I'm actually just a ticky-tacky little brother."

"What? Tickle Little Brother?"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, James was dumbfounded.

God, a ticky-tacky little brother was that powerful, how strong must a true master be.

James's live broadcast platform, the viewers of M were all silly as well.

"Oh my god, such a powerful kung fu is actually a ticking little brother."

"I heard that any kid in China is a martial arts master surprisingly it's true."

"China is too strong, so there are experts everywhere."

Ye Chen casually put on a show for the martial arts of China.

The first day was nothing more than an opening ceremony and there was no filming assignment.

But this unexpected situation also drew a lot of discussion from netizens.

"On the set of 'Ip Man', Ye Chen spiked fighting experts."

"Ye Chen educates foreigners on what Chinese kung fu is!"

Coming out of the set, Elsie smiled, "Yeh Chen, is it okay if I ride with you?"

"Okay just give me a five-star rating." Ye Chen smiled.

Sitting in the car, Ye Xi was very grateful.

"Ye Chen, thank you."

All these years, because of some black sheep, China's martial arts had been tainted by the media.

It had almost become a consensus that China's kung fu was flashy and that all of China's kung fu was fake.

What's most annoying is that no one has ever come forward in the face of doubt.

Ye Chen had stepped forward at the trough of Chinese kung fu to defend the dignity of Chinese martial arts time and time again.

"Haha, it's nothing, this world only has the most convincing fists, if you are afraid of them, the other side will know how powerful you are."

A traffic light appeared ahead, and Ye Chen stepped on the brakes and stopped.

At that moment, a delivery boy rushed over in time to run through the red light.

At the corner, a car suddenly sprang out, and that delivery boy couldn't dodge it and could only swerve.

Bang!

As a result, that delivery boy's scooter directly hit Ye Chen's car.

Ye Chen was speechless.

I'm so unlucky, I'm waiting for a red light, but I can also get hit.

Ye Chen opened the car door and saw the delivery boy who had crawled up from the ground.

The front of his car had been cut out by the delivery boy's motorcycle in a huge path.

At this time, many melon eaters gathered around.

"This delivery boy is too unlucky, this car seems to be very expensive."

"This car seems to be a Cullinan, it's worth tens of millions."

"I go, then this delivery boy is miserable."

The delivery boy got up from the ground and was confused when he heard the comments of the people around him.

He had actually hit a multi-million dollar car.

Suddenly, his legs gave out and he sat on the ground again.

His wife is sick and paralyzed in bed, and his daughter has to go to kindergarten, relying on the money he makes from delivery to sustain his livelihood.

Now he's hit a car worth millions of dollars, and he can't even afford to pay for it.

When Ye Chen got out of the car, he saw Little Brother bawling outside.

"Little brother, will you stop crying for now?" Ye Chen was speechless.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, your car is so expensive, I can't afford to pay for it! What am I going to do, I can't go to jail, I have a family to feed."

The little brother cried as he read to himself.

Ye Chen was speechless: "Alright, I don't need you to pay for it."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Little Brother's cries outside came to an abrupt end.

"You said you don't need me to compensate?"

Ye Chen nodded, "Let's say, you fix your car and I'll fix mine is okay."

"You're serious?" The delivery boy looked at Ye Chen incredulously.

Over the years, he had seen a lot of news, the delivery boy, the delivery boy crashing the luxury car and dumping his family.

Unexpectedly, things fell on his own head.

And what surprised him was that the other party didn't even need him to pay for it.