It must be the pressure, the overwhelming presence!
Lin Feng must be a superior master; otherwise, he wouldn’t have exerted such pressure on . No wonder he said he had collected those three knives—I didn’t believe him at all back then, but now it seems likely to be true. If Lin Feng really dealt with those three individuals, what kind of person must Lin Feng be? I haven’t heard that the top three are Chinese; all the nas are foreign. Could it be that Lin Feng exists beyond the realm of these rankings?
Good heavens! Lin Feng is so young, yet he has achieved so much. I started training hard from a young age and have always been seen as a genius among geniuses, yet I’ve only been loitering around the ***. Being in the world’s top hundred is enough to boast about, but compared to Lin Feng, I’m truly nothing. Didn’t you see that he was just playing around during our sparring just now? That’s the gap!
"Stand up." Lin Feng extended his right hand to Wang ng, who was lying on the ground. He could feel that this person wasn’t bad—there was no need to be so stiff, so he extended his hand in a friendly gesture.
"Thank you." Wang ng looked at Lin Feng’s outstretched hand in surprise. He truly hadn’t expected Lin Feng to make such a move and was deeply moved by Lin Feng’s generosity. Such high-level masters like Lin Feng are extrely rare. If it were soone else, how could they have helped him up instead of beating him to a cripple? Since Lin Feng had let bygones be bygones, there was no need for him to keep up any act—being helped up by a master was no big deal.
"Can you tell why?" Wang ng looked at Lin Feng, his mind incessantly questioning why Lin Feng didn’t strike him more severely. If it were soone else facing today’s scenario, they would have given him a severe beating and would even have inflicted more serious harm. But with Lin Feng, he didn’t sustain a single injury. He really wanted to know what Lin Feng was thinking.
"Isn’t it just a friendly match? It’s rely for fun." Lin Feng obviously knew what Wang Ming was getting at and answered casually. Indeed, he hadn’t been serious just now and was truly just having fun.
"For fun?" Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Wang ng realized that Lin Feng had indeed just been toying with him. Otherwise, with Lin Feng’s skill, he likely wouldn’t have lasted a single round. If this isn’t playing, what is? Although it didn’t sound pleasant to hear, it was the truth—an unchangeable fact!
"Let tell you another fact—being a bodyguard for soone as a special forces soldier isn’t that impressive. The most impressive people don’t bother with such things!" Lin Feng glanced at Wang ng, said these words, and then turned to walk back to where Ding Wan’er was, leaving Wang ng standing there dumbfounded.
Hearing Lin Feng’s words was like an awakening from a dream. Wang ng was utterly stunned. No wonder he always felt like he was making no progress. Has he been bogged down by his role as a bodyguard? Should he continue to muddle through life in this way?
All that echoed in Wang ng’s mind were Lin Feng’s words. Indeed, he had never heard of anyone impressive being soone’s bodyguard. Why had he agreed to Shen Tian’s request to take care of his daughter? According to Lin Feng, if he wanted to pursue higher levels of progress, he must devote himself entirely to the pursuit of Martial Arts excellence, without any distractions.
Was he really content to live this way? Definitely not. There was a ti when he idolized Quinn, aiming to enter the world’s top hundred. Only when his progress slowed did he stop striving so hard. There was even a ti when he was so exhausted that he didn’t want to keep fighting. That was when Shen Tian approached him, and he ended up in this dazzling world, gradually losing his way. But this wasn’t what he truly wanted; what he wanted the most was to beco as powerful as Quinn!
Lin Feng, Lin Feng is such a powerful figure!
I must make him my target, the driving force to improve myself!
When Lin Feng returned to his school’s Yingbo Exchange Group, the students imdiately surrounded him, all of them brimming with excitent. Teacher Lin was beyond impressive, effortlessly defeating the black belt ninth dan instructor from the other side. How could Teacher Lin be so incredible? Had they known earlier that Yingbo University had such a formidable teacher, the Yingbo Taekwondo Association would have been famous within China long ago.
"Teacher Lin, please be our coach!"
"Teacher Lin, you are incredible; you have to be our coach!"
"With Teacher Lin as our coach, we will definitely beco very strong."
"Teacher Lin, how did you practice those advanced moves? So cool!"
"We strongly request that Teacher Lin be our coach."
...
The ten students who ca for the Taekwondo exchange were Yingbo University’s best practitioners. After witnessing such a stirring event, all of them were now adamantly requesting Lin Feng to be their coach. Where else could they find such a coach? He probably didn’t exist anywhere else in China—a young, handso man who could defeat a black belt ninth dan instructor with such ease. Such an individual was too exceptional. Today, no matter what, they would make Teacher Lin the coach of the school’s Taekwondo Association.
The excited students kept talking to Lin Feng, begging him to beco their coach. If that happened, their Taekwondo skills would undoubtedly undergo a revolutionary change. From the first day they learned Taekwondo, they dread of becoming Taekwondo masters. Today, they finally encountered an opportunity to realize their dreams, and they couldn’t let this golden chance slip by. They would not rest until they convinced Teacher Lin to be their Taekwondo coach!
"I really don’t have ti to teach you guys..." Lin Feng looked at the students, feeling quite helpless. He already had classes with Leng i, leaving him with almost no spare ti, and on top of that, there were various other matters to deal with. He had already missed many French classes; he simply had no energy left to teach Taekwondo.
As soon as these ten Taekwondo students heard Lin Feng say this, they imdiately beca dissatisfied. Teacher Lin was pushing them away, looking for excuses to avoid being their coach—how could this be acceptable!
"Teacher Lin, we won’t take up much of your ti."
"Exactly, all our training is during extracurricular ti."
"We can change the ti to whenever it’s convenient for you, Teacher Lin."
"We really hope that Teacher Lin can beco our coach."
...
This group of students insisted on begging Lin Feng to be their coach because they truly didn’t want to miss this opportunity. They had never imagined encountering soone as outstanding as Teacher Lin before. If they had known earlier how formidable Teacher Lin was and had him as our coach, the Taekwondo Association at Yingbo University would definitely beco exceptionally strong. We might even go to competitions—what a joyful thing that would be! To realize this series of dreams, they could only plead with Teacher Lin to beco their coach, as only Teacher Lin could help them achieve their ideals.
Therefore, they were determined to do everything possible to make Teacher Lin their coach. He just said he had no ti, right? In that case, they would do everything possible to accommodate his schedule. In short, as long as Teacher Lin beca their coach, they could work with any ti constraints!
With this in mind, the crowd surrounded Lin Feng even tighter, not letting him leave, and ten mouths kept pleading with him...
Ding Wan’er was also taken aback by this scene. It was not common to see a group of students begging a teacher like this. However, seeing that these students were pleading with Lin Feng to such an extent only underscored how desperately they wanted him to be their coach. What high honor this must be for a teacher!
Nonetheless, she shook her head, knowing that Lin Feng truly didn’t have the ti, and it seed like he was always very busy. Often he wouldn’t even drop her off or pick her up from work, which she had gotten used to. Now asking him to teach these students Taekwondo, it would likely be even harder to see Lin Feng. But with the students pleading like this, rejecting them would seem too cold-hearted, and that wouldn’t be good either. It was better to think of a way to get Lin Feng to agree, at least then they wouldn’t be surrounded by a crowd unable to do anything.
"Lin Feng, if it really doesn’t work out, just agree to their request," Ding Wan’er spoke on behalf of the students because Lin Feng was truly more than qualified to be the Taekwondo coach. Moreover, if he were to beco the coach of the school’s Taekwondo Association, without a doubt, Lin Feng would make it thrive. If there was another competition like this in the future, they wouldn’t have to face such embarrassnt again.
"Yeah, Lin Feng, just agree to them," Leng i added, echoing Ding Wan’er. Seeing the sincerity and excitent in the students crowding around Lin Feng, she was moved as well. She understood the joy a student feels when finding a great teacher. If Lin Feng could agree, it would be best to consent to their request.
"You both are aware of my situation. I truly don’t have any spare ti. I might not even be able to give them one lesson a week—that really won’t work! If it really doesn’t work out, let’s do it this way: I won’t be the coach, but occasionally, when I have ti, I will co and give so guidance." Lin Feng was adamant about not having the ti to be a Taekwondo coach, but he compromised by suggesting he could provide guidance when available. This was entirely up to his discretion—if he truly had no obligations, he could drop by, but committing to being the official coach was out of the question.
"Fellow students, let’s just do as Teacher Lin suggested. He really doesn’t have the ti," Ding Wan’er said upon hearing Lin Feng’s compromise. She took the initiative to smooth things over, hoping that this would be the end of the matter. After all, the competition was over, so there was no need to linger here.
"Alright then!"
"We understand."
"Teacher Lin, please be sure to co and guide us whenever you’re free!"
"Teacher Lin..."
...
The group of students, hearing Dean Ding say this, already knew this was the best outco possible. Although they didn’t succeed in making Lin Feng their official coach, having him as a friendly advisor to the Taekwondo Association wasn’t bad either. Although the guidance opportunities would be few, they would still be far better than none at all!
Having settled the matter, Ding Wan’er led the Yingbo Exchange Group out of the venue ahead of ti.
But what everyone failed to notice was Shen Yao, standing in a corner of the venue, her gaze fixed on Lin Feng and unmoved until he disappeared from sight.
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