"Since you’re in such a hurry, Lin Feng, let’s have a good ti then. Rember my na, Wang ng." Wang ng leapt onto the stage and rushed at Lin Feng without so much as a greeting. ’I’ll let you provoke here, now I’ll show you my skill. Using Taekwondo to fight with , isn’t that clearly underestimating ? I’ll see how powerful you really are to be blowing such hot air,’ Wang ng thought to himself as he instantly sped up, throwing a punch that whistled through the air towards Lin Feng.
To the spectators, Wang ng’s sudden acceleration seed too fast to react to, and his punch carried a world-shattering might, as if intending to send Lin Feng flying. Faint-hearted spectators even closed their eyes unconsciously, for no one could dodge such a punch. Everyone could imagine that if this punch truly hit Lin Feng, it would not only send him flying but also cause serious injury.
Seeing Wang ng’s punch, Lin Feng didn’t think twice before delivering a Roundhouse Kick, not taking Wang ng’s straight punch seriously at all.
Wang ng almost laughed when he saw Lin Feng actually using a Taekwondo move against him, and it was the most ti-consuming and flashy one – the Roundhouse Kick. ’This Lin Feng is really weak if he is using such a move to counter my punch.’ Wang ng thought, ’Before he even finishes spinning in the air, I’ll definitely land a hit on him and send him flying. Since he’s courting death, I can’t help it. I’ll give him a bloody lesson to spare him from boasting in the future!’
The audience, witnessing Lin Feng turning around, quickly realized he might be using the Roundhouse Kick from Taekwondo against Wang ng, causing their eyes to widen even more. Those familiar with Taekwondo knew that the move took too long to get off the ground, making it unsuitable for real combat and typically used in demonstrations. They thought Lin Feng was surely inexperienced in actual combat, as he had likely been bluffing all along, and now that the fight had started, everything beca clear!
It was too late to think further; in an instant, Wang ng had closed in on Lin Feng with unstoppable montum, his fist whooshing as it aid a heavy punch towards Lin Feng’s back.
However, just as Wang ng’s fist was about to hit Lin Feng’s back, he suddenly realized that Lin Feng’s leg had completed the Roundhouse Kick and was swinging towards his face!
What! How could his foot be so fast? Just a mont ago when the punch was thrown, he was still at Lin Feng’s waist, and in the blink of an eye, the foot was already hurtling towards him. Could this still be humanly possible? Known for its speed, his own punch was nicknad Thunder Fist. Over a little more than one-ter distance, it took rely a fraction of a second. In such a short ti, it should be impossible to complete such a complex move. Even he couldn’t achieve such speed, so what was going on here? How could his speed exceed the limits?
In such a situation, he couldn’t continue the attack; if he did, he would end up with both him and Lin Feng getting hurt. It was better to dodge. With that thought, Wang ng sharply turned his head to the side and shifted his body to avoid Lin Feng’s lightning-fast Roundhouse Kick. But then he noticed sothing strange – Lin Feng’s leg seed to extend and contract like a spring, staying consistently close to his head no matter how much he tried to dodge, getting closer and closer to his face.
With a "bang!", Lin Feng’s foot landed squarely on Wang ng’s neck, making it impossible for Wang ng to counter now due to the lack of ti, leaving him at Lin Feng’s rcy. The kick was solid, causing Wang ng’s sight to suddenly darken.
"Whoosh," to everyone’s amazent, Wang ng was kicked into the air by Lin Feng, flying several ters before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Clang!" Wang ng hit the floor of the competition area headfirst, nearly losing consciousness as his head buzzed. After shaking his head vigorously, Wang ng slowly propped himself up on his hands and then staggered to his feet, looking at Lin Feng. His mind filled with mixed emotions, he didn’t know what to say!
He had just discovered that Lin Feng’s speed was weirdly fast, and he had had no choice but to dodge in all directions, retreating backwards. But surprisingly, he was still kicked and sent flying by Lin Feng’s spring-like leg. What kind of person was Lin Feng? No ordinary person could do such things, especially not increase their speed to such an eerie level. He definitely was no ordinary person!
Could it be that Lin Feng was a master? Impossible! He was so young; how much could he have possibly learned, how skilled could he be, and moreover, he was an English teacher, so he couldn’t possibly be a master! It must have been so special technique Lin Feng used to gain the upper hand and kick him flying, it had to be that, it had to be...
Seeing Wang ng kicked flying by Lin Feng, the entire venue fell silent; no one could believe what they had just seen was real. Lin Feng had just used a Roundhouse Kick – how could such a move send Wang ng flying...
But as everyone saw Wang ng propping himself up with his hands and wobbling to his feet, they realized that it was all true, and a thunderous applause filled the arena!
"That was beautiful!"
"Perfect form!"
"Excellent timing!"
"Beautiful! Beautiful!"
...
The audience all felt that Lin Feng’s kick was simply too beautiful; it must have been the special forces soldier deliberately cooperating with the foreign language teacher for a performance. Otherwise, how could it be so perfect? It was even beyond the standards of a Taekwondo textbook, and they had never seen anyone execute movents with such precision. This foreign language teacher really is a Taekwondo master!
Hearing the audience praising Lin Feng, Wang ng’s face could no longer hold its composure, as this was a major loss of face. He hadn’t even touched Lin Feng yet, but he had been kicked out. Moreover, by the sound of it, they seed to think Lin Feng’s movents were very standard. What was going on? He never imagined that he would suffer such a defeat at the hands of such a young man!
No, this was unacceptable! He had to regain his dignity and beat Lin Feng so hard that he would be left searching for his teeth. This ti he would be careful, and would absolutely not let Lin Feng kick him again. He wanted to see what Lin Feng could do to him without Taekwondo. Let him stick to Taekwondo—all he needed to do was get up close and then everything would be within his world. No matter how fast Lin Feng’s legs were, they’d be useless then. It would be the world of the fists, and he refused to believe that his Thunder Fist couldn’t handle this kid. Next ti, he had to take Lin Feng down in one move to show him the clear difference between Taekwondo and Sanda.
With determination, Wang ng glared at Lin Feng, his teeth clenched, and swiftly he rushed towards Lin Feng again. But this ti, he was fast to approach and fast to stop, halting just before getting close to Lin Feng. His intention was to bait Lin Feng into making a move, then to capitalize on Lin Feng’s opening to take him down.
However, reality played another joke on Wang ng. Just as he had co to a stop, he suddenly realized that Lin Feng had moved, startling Wang ng. How did he move? He hadn’t seen Lin Feng’s legs clearly, and in a blink of an eye, Lin Feng was right in front of him. Danger! Realizing sothing was amiss, Wang ng quickly tried to protect his head and dodge away.
But Lin Feng’s kick gave him no chance to react, with an even more beautiful and standard roundhouse kick landing precisely on Wang ng’s face. To the outsiders, it seed that Wang ng had stopped just to set up for Lin Feng’s kick.
"Bang!" Without surprise, Wang ng was kicked flying by Lin Feng again, his body spinning several ters before once more landing heavily on the floor.
"Clang!"
This ti, the fall left Wang ng a bit dazed, his head spinning from the heavy impact; he couldn’t control his body in mid-air and found himself utterly immobilized...
It took a little while for Wang ng to shake his head clear and get up from the floor, his face full of disbelief as he looked at Lin Feng. He hadn’t sensed anything before the kick hit; could those even be human legs, so fast that one couldn’t react at all? Moreover, had he not stopped, Lin Feng’s kick probably wouldn’t have hit him. What was going on? Could Lin Feng possibly predict the future, knowing exactly what would happen and be ready with a spinning kick waiting for him? Otherwise, how could it be possible to get hit by a spinning kick—that was simply impossible.
Lin Feng had kicked him twice—once with a back spinning kick and once with a spinning kick—both executed with the most standard Taekwondo movents to send him flying. This was a complete insult to him, a special forces soldier. If it got out that he’d been kicked flying twice by a young man using Taekwondo techniques, he really wouldn’t have the face to stay in the special forces community!
No, he had to take Lin Feng down today by any ans! As a special forces soldier ranked among the top hundred in the world, it would be better to die than to be defeated by a university foreign language teacher! The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Wang ng’s face flushed red, and he charged at Lin Feng once more, looking as though he intended to tear Lin Feng apart. It was the only way to vent the fury in his heart—by beating Lin Feng to a severe, bloody injury.
...
"Bang!"
Without suspense, Wang ng was kicked away by Lin Feng yet again, this ti with an even more splendid aerial split kick!
"Clang", Wang ng once again landed on the cold, hard floor, his mind truly unable to accept being knocked down by Lin Feng...
"Beautiful! So beautiful!"
"That move was aweso!"
"This performance is really too good, so much better than learning the standards from TV!"
"So impressive!"
The people around couldn’t hold back their admiration any longer because Lin Feng’s Taekwondo moves were just too cool. They couldn’t help but praise him. However, it looked like the special forces soldier was just there to make up the numbers, specifically assisting Lin Feng in performing such a realistic and difficult move. Was this still a competition? It was clearly a performance!
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