450: C450 Kneel down and Admit Defeat

C450 Kneel down and Admit Defeat

Back at the Mo family auction in Magic City, Bixiao went to the auction wearing a black robe. Due to her financial resources, the core inheritance of the Hua family's traditional martial arts fell into Stock God Han Qiang's hands. He exchanged a Luminous Pearl and the traditional martial arts for a chalcedony.

At that time, he was in a hurry to use the chalcedony to break through to the master of traditional martial arts, so he left without saying goodbye. He was preparing to go to Magic City to find him in a few days, but he didn't expect to meet him in school. Not only did he accidentally become a member of his club, but he also became a master of traditional martial arts that grasped inner strength.

"How long has it been? Are you still human?" Bixiao muttered.

Cui Ru went over curiously. "What is big sister muttering about? What Stock God Han Qiang?"

"You don't even know about Stock God Han Qiang. He is a super mysterious legendary figure. He fought financial baron Solomon alone, and you don't even know about the legendary Stock God of Financial Eight-Power Allied Forces, who was led by Taro Iguchi?" Hou Wu said with a face full of admiration.

Miao Yanyan asked curiously, "Why haven't I heard of such a big event before?"

"That's right, Sixth Brother. That Stock God is so awesome. Why don't we have any impression of him?" The dynasty agreed.

Hou Wu sighed, "Stock God Han Qiang's appearance and disappearance are full of magic. When the domestic financial market and stock market are about to collapse, he turned the tide like a shooting star after the financial alliance was defeated. After leaving a ray of light in the sky that attracted the attention of the entire world, he mysteriously disappeared from everyone's sight. All traces of his existence were erased bit by bit. "

"You're just bragging. If what you said was true, how did you know?" Cui Ru said with a look of disbelief.

Hou Wu smiled bitterly and said, "If it wasn't for my father losing his shares and jumping off the building, he would have been persuaded by Stock God's staff to come back and suffer the rise of the stock market. Our family would have been ruined."

"F * ck! Stock God is called Han Qiang, and our boss is also called Han Qiang. They can't be the same person, right?" Shi Zhongyu exclaimed.

Bixiao stared at Han Qiang for a while and said bitterly, "It can't be wrong. He is Stock God Han Qiang, the young man I met at the auction in Magic City!"

"What!"

The people of Martial Arts Club jumped up in shock when they heard this. They looked at Han Qiang in disbelief.

Hou Wuyi said weakly, "I only know that Stock God Han Qiang is a super financial genius, but I don't know if he is an expert of traditional martial arts."

Bixiao said bitterly, "The Hua five-animal boxing he used was bought from the auction. I didn't expect him to use it in such a short period of time. The transformation from a modern expert of martial arts to an expert of traditional martial arts is just too shocking."

Han Qiang had no idea about the shock of the beauties and his brothers behind him. He slowly walked in front of Piao Sanqiang. He lifted his right foot and stomped on the ground. The flying dust was blown away by an invisible wind.

The tank and the armored car crossed the undamaged brick ground, but they were crushed by his stamp. Piao Sanqiang, Li Mingjun, and many other expert of traditional martial arts from the taekwondo club were dumbfounded.

Han Qiang said with a smile, "People who study martial arts pay attention to their words. It's hard to keep a promise. Shouldn't you fulfill your promise? Otherwise, I don't mind stepping on your legs lightly."

Piao Sanqiang's face turned green with fear. If such a vicious kick landed on his leg, it would be a crushing fracture. He wouldn't even have the chance to treat it. He would definitely be crippled for the rest of his life.

Li Mingjun and the other three master of traditional martial arts didn't look any better either. They just stood there like a stuffy gourd and didn't say a word.

The thirty over students of taekwondo club behind them saw this and stood up tacitly. They quickly stood in front of Han Qiang.

The leading university student was a big guy over 1.80 meters tall. He took off the Taekwondo uniform with the traditional martial arts golden dragon level badge on his upper body. He threw it at ___. Under his feet. He stomped on it hard and said in a low voice, "Boss, we used to be members of Martial Arts Club and other clubs. It was the five of them who forced us to join the Taekwondo club. From today onwards, I officially apply to join the Taekwondo club. Please agree. "

Han Qiang smiled indifferently, "Senior, don't make a mistake. I am just a new member of the Taekwondo club. If you want to join the club, you must get the approval of the president, Bixiao and Senior Sister."

" Right, right ~ I will go and ask now."

The big guy said as he walked quickly to Bixiao who still had a dull expression and said with a face full of smiles, "Bixiao Senior Sister, many of my fellow countrymen and I want to join the Martial Arts Club. I wonder if Senior Sister can accept it?"

Behind Bixiao, Miao Yanyan, Cui Ru and Gao Yuanyuan were speechless.

Just a few hours ago, the Martial Arts Club was still a trash who could not gather five people to participate in the club martial arts competition. They could not recruit students without a foundation in martial arts, but now... A dignified golden dragon level expert of traditional martial arts, a powerhouse who was only a step away from the master of traditional martial arts level... He took the initiative to ask for it.

Not only did he take the initiative to visit him, there were even more than thirty of them!

Most importantly, these people were the core members of the taekwondo club, which was ranked third in the school's martial arts club!

"Bixiao, Senior Sister, take us in. We also want to learn the orthodox traditional martial arts from you and Mr Qiang. We will continue to spread our national culture in the future." Another golden dragon level warrior from the taekwondo club said sincerely.2

Han Qiang walked over and waved his hand in front of Bixiao, "big sister, since these seniors want to learn the essence of the traditional martial arts, why don't you reluctantly accept them?"

Only then did Bixiao come back to her senses. She took a deep look at Han Qiang and said straightforwardly, "Since they are all from our country and want to spread the essence of the traditional martial arts in our country, of course we welcome all of you to join us."

When the 30 plus experts of the taekwondo club heard this, they finally felt relieved in their hearts. One by one, they took off their upper bodies from their taekwondo suits and threw them aside. They happily ran to Han Qiang's back and cut into a few rows.

Han Qiang smiled and moved closer. He looked at the legs of Piao Sanqiang and the others and said playfully, "Do you want to keep your promise or..."

Piao Sanqiang's face looked like he had swallowed sh * t. It was as ugly as it could be. However, when he saw Han Qiang getting closer and closer to him, he was so scared that he almost peed his pants. In the end, he had no choice but to get up. In front of everyone's eyes, he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "taekwondo club has been completely defeated. The traditional martial arts of your country is much stronger than the traditional martial arts of our country. We won't dare to cause trouble in Martial Arts Club anymore. "

"Little Jun Jun is deep in thought. Your master has fulfilled his promise. What else do you have to hesitate about?" Han Qiang said with a mocking smile.

Li Mingjun's face turned the color of pig liver. He weighed the pros and cons in his heart and still lowered his noble head to humbly fulfill his promise, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth.

When the last master of traditional martial arts from the taekwondo club fulfilled his promise, Bixiao could no longer suppress the joy in her heart and jumped up in joy.

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