Zhou Hang smiled and turned to the middle-aged man sitting beside him, "Mr. Park, I've always admired your Taekwondo. It'll be a pleasure to witness your skills again tomorrow."
Park Da Seong was about thirty years old, tall and burly with bushy eyebrows and curly hair. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, his expression carrying a touch of arrogance, "You flatter me, Mr. Zhou. Our Korean Taekwondo has always been a world-class martial art. It's my honor to demonstrate it for you."
"Mr. Park is too modest. You are a five-time international Taekwondo champion. How many in the world can match your skills?"
Gu Feng joined in with a laugh, playfully throwing a few punches, boasting, "The experts we challenged earlier were too weak, not even able to withstand a few moves from Mr. Park. I hope the masters in Tian Hai City won't disappoint Mr. Park."