"Damn it, this bastard is just insanely arrogant!"
"Humiliation! This is blatant humiliation!"
"Ah, shit, I’m going to kill you!"
"Go to hell, you Xia Country trash!"
"Teacher Liew, please let up there! I want to crush every single one of his bones with my own hands!"
Seeing this, the Taekwondo experts were all furious, the veins on their foreheads throbbing with rage.
"He’s... he’s so powerful..." The Xia Country students in the corner stared with wide eyes, feeling an exhilarating sense of vindication.
"I forbid you from losing to that bastard again! If you do, I’ll have my brother fire you all!" Kim Sooeun’s expression turned ugly as she glared fiercely at the hall manager and Liew Zhilong. The two n looked equally aggrieved, their cheeks puffing out repeatedly.
On the floor lay He Zhixun, whom Lin Fan had kicked into a bloody ss. Even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. He had suffered comminuted fractures all over his body; he looked less like a man and more like a pile of mangled flesh. Even if he survived, he would be wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. Clearly, Lin Fan was simply using the sa thods they had used against Fang Mang, intentionally striking a vicious blow to return the favor.
"Pei Jun, Quan Songyong, you’re with !" Liew Zhilong took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot and his gaze turning savage. They couldn’t let Lin Fan act so arrogantly any longer. Otherwise, even a victory would feel utterly humiliating.
Following his low growl, two powerful, muscular male students responded with a shout and walked grimly to Liew Zhilong’s side. They were the strongest fighters in the hall, ranked first and second. They were both Mid Ming Jin experts, second only to Liew Zhilong, who was at the peak of Late Ming Jin.
"I’ll say it again: all of you, co at at once. Don’t waste my ti," Lin Fan said indifferently. He then mimicked He Zhixun’s earlier gesture, beckoning them with his hand as if calling a dog.
"Ah, shit!"
"Die! Just die!"
This ti, Kim Sooeun and the others couldn’t manage a smile. Instead, their faces contorted as they shrieked and roared. Liew Zhilong and his two students glanced at each other, then all laughed in fury.
"Hold on. You should rest." Master Yang stepped forward with his hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head at Lin Fan. "You can’t handle what’s coming next, so don’t throw your life away for nothing."
"Not bad," he added. "You’ve played a small part, but don’t push your luck."
"Let the three of us handle this personally, lest you throw away this perfect opportunity," Master Song and Master Jiang added, exchanging a look as they stepped forward and spoke in a slow, deliberate manner.
Clearly, they had no intention of letting Lin Fan continue to steal the lilight. Otherwise, wouldn’t their trip have been in vain? Seeing Lin Fan win so easily also made them think the Goryeo opponents were too weak. This was a surefire victory; how could they let Lin Fan hog all the glory?
"Right, right! Lin Fan, that’s enough! Co back! Master Song and the others have a better chance of winning!" Fatty Chu, his eyes burning with excitent, also shouted loudly.
"Fatty, what are you doing? Do you have so little faith in your brother-in-law?" Xia Bingbing shot him an exasperated glare.
"Hmph, Master Yang and the others are just worried Lin Fan will be at a disadvantage. That’s why they kindly offered to step in," Fatty Chu complained sourly, looking rather displeased.
"...If you insist on going, then be my guest." At that, Lin Fan, who had been silent for a mont, simply nodded and retreated to stand beside Xia Bingbing and Fatty Chu. He had originally wanted to finish things quickly in one fell swoop. But since these three were so eager to steal the spotlight, he figured he might as well let them suffer a bit.
"Old Song, Old Jiang, I’ll go first!" Seeing his chance, Master Yang’s eyes glead with pride as he shouted.
"Alright, Old Yang! Don’t worry, we’re here to back you up!" Master Song and Master Jiang nodded. They exchanged a mocking smile, both assuming Lin Fan had genuinely chickened out.
"Quan Songyong, you take him on!" Liew Zhilong ordered, glancing at Master Yang’s thick hands before turning his head.
"Leave it to ! I’ll make him concede defeat, body and soul! Haha!" Quan Songyong stepped forward, his square, buzz-cut head held high. He looked like a majestic gorilla.
"Boy, let show you the power of the Iron Sand Palm I’ve spent decades training!"
Master Yang was slightly shorter and slimr than Quan Songyong. As they drew closer, his presence was clearly suppressed. Sensing the subtle shift in the onlookers’ gazes, Master Yang’s face flushed with sha, and a fire of indignation ignited in his heart.
BOOM!
With a fierce roar, he took the initiative, swinging his pair of iron-like palms toward Quan Songyong’s chest! The powerful palm strike landed with a dull thud, as if it had struck a wall of copper and iron!
PFFT!
Master Yang’s expression changed drastically. He looked up at Quan Songyong, who hadn’t moved an inch and wore a savage grin. The rebound sent a shockwave through Master Yang’s body, and he recoiled as if he’d seen a ghost, spitting a mouthful of blood.
"Impossible... This is impossible! How could my decades of power fail to break through your protective energy?!" Master Yang muttered in disbelief. Ignoring the surging turmoil within him, he instinctively channeled power into his palms, trying desperately to push Quan Songyong’s massive fra. However, no matter how red his face beca from straining with all his might, his opponent remained as immovable as a mountain!
"Do you know why?" The next mont, Quan Songyong sneered down at him and spoke in a low voice. "Because today, I’m wearing a special titanium alloy vest. It’s both flexible and hard. I was saving it to win the championship, but you get to be the first to try it out. Haha!"
Before Master Yang, whose face had changed color, could respond, Quan Songyong grabbed the back of his collar, lifting him like a baby chick. He swung his arms high and slamd him brutally onto the ground!
CRACK!
A crisp snap echoed from Master Yang’s spine. His entire body looked as if it had been snapped in two! He scread, spitting blood as he rolled on the floor, wailing in agony.
"Pathetic! Utterly pathetic!" Quan Songyong sneered, giving a thumbs-down gesture toward the ground, his square face filled with arrogance.
Seeing Quan Songyong raise his foot to stomp on Master Yang’s neck, clearly intending to deliver a killing blow, Lin Fan’s eyes flickered, and he was about to move. But just then, Master Song rushed forward first. "You insolent whelp! Don’t get too cocky!" he let out in a booming roar.
BANG!
Master Song’s knees sank as he dropped into a horse stance. With a downward block of his arms, he intercepted Quan Songyong’s attack.
anwhile, Master Yang, his face a mask of pain, desperately scrambled and crawled back behind Master Jiang. He was so ashad and furious that he couldn’t bear to face the crowd, burying his face in his arms. His heart filled with regret and hatred; he wanted to slap himself. If only I’d known the remaining opponents were all experts, I wouldn’t have rushed out to take the lead. It would have been so much better to let Lin Fan wear them down first before I stepped in to claim the glory!
"This... this... ugh!" Seeing this, Fatty Chu’s face went from pale to red as he stomped his feet in anger.
"Didn’t you think my Lin Fan couldn’t handle it? You even had the nerve to say he was overreaching and would ruin our advantage?" Xia Bingbing didn’t let up, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Fatty Chu shrank back, too embarrassed to say a word. A few steps away, Master Jiang gave a cold smile, but his eyes betrayed a hint of humiliation and anger. Lying on the ground, Master Yang gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, overco with sha and indignation.
"He wasn’t careless; he took a huge loss," Lin Fan said calmly, shaking his head. "That big gorilla is only a Mid Ming Jin expert. He shouldn’t have such strong defensive capabilities." He had also seen it. In terms of pure martial arts skill, Quan Songyong was no match for Master Yang. The only reason he could withstand those two palm strikes was because of more than just his protective energy. He had to be wearing sothing that could dissipate the force.
So... they’re cheating again?
At that thought, Lin Fan walked over and crouched beside Master Yang, then pressed down on the broken part of his spine.
"You! What are you doing?! Don’t touch ! Get away!" Master Yang twisted his head to glare at Lin Fan, shouting viciously. His injury was severe. Without imdiate treatnt, the best-case scenario was paralysis for life; the worst was death.
CRACK!
Lin Fan said nothing. With a sharp press of his fingertips, he forcibly set the dislocated bone back into place.
"Hiss... You... you know dical Skill?" Master Jiang’s eyes darkened, and he was about to stop Lin Fan. But he paused when he saw Master Yang’s eyes fly open in shock, sucking in a sharp breath. The unbearable pain had lessened significantly after Lin Fan’s touch.
"Fine. I won’t touch you. Prepare to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, then," Lin Fan said, his eyes turning cold. He stood up, wiping his fingertips with a hint of disgust. I try to help the guy, and he bites like a rabid dog? An ungrateful bastard like him deserves to be taught a lesson!
"No, no, no! Don’t stop! I was wrong, I was wrong! Mr. Lin, please, you’re a man of great character! You have to save !" Realizing he had misjudged Lin Fan, Master Yang’s face burned with sha. He forced a smile that was uglier than a grimace and began to beg in a low, subservient tone.
"Your injuries aren’t critical. We’ll talk after this is over," Lin Fan replied with a glance, no longer bothering to ddle.
He turned his attention back to the fight.
At that mont, Master Song was holding a steady horse stance, his face flushed as he endured Quan Songyong’s frenzied assault. The latter was punching and kicking wildly but couldn’t even touch Master Song. Instead, he was left panting and drenched in sweat, looking like an exhausted fool.
"Hmph! See that? This is true defense! My Song family’s ancestral Golden Bell Shield technique is the perfect counter to a brute like you!" Master Song bood, his eyes brimming with confidence.
"Pei Jun, switch with Quan Songyong!" At this sight, Kim Sooeun and the others’ expressions soured as they shouted angrily.
Standing at the front, Liew Zhilong also sensed sothing was wrong. The sneer on his face gradually vanished. He frowned, glancing at the eager Pei Jun. His gaze lingered on the face of the ring on Pei Jun’s hand.
"Yes! Let be the one to crack Song’s turtle shell!" Pei Jun’s lips curled upwards. He bowed deeply, secretly curling his fingers.
SIZZLE!
Instantly, from the top of the seemingly plain, large black iron ring, a faint arc of azure electricity quietly crackled to life.
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