Wang Le let out a muffled groan and fell backward to the floor, clutching his neck. For a moment, he could barely breathe.
And Soto wasn't done. After elbowing Wang Le to the floor, he stood over him, looking down.
His eyes were full of unmistakable provocation.
The China Team players were instantly enraged when they saw this and hurried over.
Zhang Yu, who was usually so stoic, reacted the most.
He strode toward Wang Le. Once he reached them, he put both hands into it and shoved Soto directly in the chest.
Zhang Yu might have been on the lean side, but he was no weakling. And this time, he held nothing back—he used all his strength.
Soto, meanwhile, thought China had the upper hand and wouldn't want to get too physical with the Philippines, so he wasn't on guard.
He never expected Zhang Yu to charge in and shove him hard in the chest with both hands.
The blow sent Soto flying backward. He crashed to the floor.
He even took the Philippines' guard, Ravena, down with him.
Soto was furious. He got straight back up and went after Zhang Yu.
At the same time, several other Filipino players came over to back Soto up and go after Zhang Yu.
They were also yelling abuse in Filipino.
Facing five opponents alone, Zhang Yu wasn't afraid in the slightest. Fury blazed in his eyes.
He didn't say a word, but if anyone dared to lay a hand on him, he'd take them on.
Meanwhile, the other China players gathered on either side of Zhang Yu.
"You damn flying monkeys! Did you come here to kill someone or what?"
"Quit your damn talking. If you want to fight, then fight. You think I'm scared of you?"
"Go on, then! Try