Chapter 88: One Move Is Enough!

The stocky dwarf strained to rise again, but Wu Feng had already wrenched one of his arms down hard and planted a foot on his face, pinning him there with crushing force.

He could not get up at all.

Master Wu Feng gave a cold laugh. “What is that move of yours, little fat one? The Eight Extremes Fist? Splitting Mountain Palm? Heh, the names are flashy enough. But what use are they? Let me tell you, this is taekwondo—the reason it is the most popular combat art today. This is real martial arts. And listen carefully: from now on, none of you from the Chinese Martial Arts Club had better appear before our taekwondo members. You’re an eyesore. Flowery moves and empty tricks do not deserve to be called martial arts.”

“Ahhh! Senior Wu Feng is so cool!”

“My God, he’s too handsome. I want to have his babies!”

“I have no regrets joining taekwondo in this life!”

The whole venue rang with the cheers of the taekwondo club members.

Shrill.

Utterly shrill.

Those cries of theirs finally provoked Ling Qiu, just a little.

Truly, from the beginning, he had not intended to take this seriously.

Because, in his view, this was nothing more than a childish squabble between students.

Moments ago, when he casually kicked Zhang Qiang, it had been his way of telling them to have some self-awareness and end this pointless struggle quickly.

He still had to go back and keep studying his rag doll.

Even up until a few seconds ago, he had not stepped in to help the little fat one because he had thought this was merely an absurd quarrel among students, not worth getting too serious about.

But now, Ling Qiu was finally angry.

To be honest, call him immature if you like, call him hot-blooded if you like—he had never imagined that a Chinese person could look down on the legacy of their ancestors to this extent.

“Let him go.”

Ling Qiu spoke, and his voice sank.

The faint smile that had once remained on his face was gone without a trace.

“Oh?”

Wu Feng could not help but laugh, turning to look at him with mockery in his eyes. “What, can’t stand watching anymore?”

Ling Qiu took two unhurried steps forward and stopped in front of Wu Feng. Between them was barely a yard.

A trace of killing intent, so slight it could scarcely be detected, entered Ling Qiu’s gaze.

“I’ll say it one last time: let him go.”

Hm?!!!

At that instant, Wu Feng’s heart suddenly jolted.

Because he had accidentally met Ling Qiu’s eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly felt as though a bottomless abyss were staring back at him.

Though he did not want to admit it, a fierce voice in his heart kept shouting: Let go, now!

And yet, he still chose to face him head-on.

Because he could not afford to lose face.

And because his own overwhelming confidence told him that even if Ling Qiu did have some skill, he could never possibly be his match.

“If he admits with his own mouth that Chinese kung fu is inferior to taekwondo, then I’ll let him go!”

Wu Feng barked coldly, his voice hard and unyielding.

“Very well.”

Ling Qiu replied lightly, and then, suddenly, he shot forward like lightning.

With a single raise of his hand, he pinned Wu Feng’s face with precise force and slammed him straight down into the floor.

Heavy. Violent.

Bang!

A dull, thunderous crash.

Wu Feng’s entire body was smashed to the ground by Ling Qiu as if he were nothing more than trash.

Under the tremendous impact, Wu Feng actually bounced once against the floor.

Then Ling Qiu lifted one foot and stomped down hard.

Bang!

He was driven brutally back into the ground.

That foot landed, neither more nor less, on the leg Wu Feng had just used to trample the little fat one.

Crack, crack, crack!

A horrifying series of sharp snaps.

In the slightly hushed room, it sounded especially clear.

“Aaaahhh!!!”

Wu Feng let out a piercing scream that stabbed painfully into everyone’s eardrums.

And from start to finish, Ling Qiu had used only one hand and one foot.

His other hand had remained in his pocket the entire time, never even taken out.

Now, with one foot planted on Wu Feng’s shattered leg, Ling Qiu looked down at him from above.

“If you have the nerve, repeat what you just said.”

The words were spoken very slowly, very calmly, yet each one struck like a blow.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After a full five seconds, the students watching from all around finally showed expressions of utter shock and disbelief.

My... my God...

Wha... what is going on?!

Senior Wu Feng... actually... actually lost?!

No, no...

Not just lost...

He was utterly crushed.

And what is more...

Is Senior Wu Feng going to be beaten to death?!

Everyone felt their scalps tingle.

They even thought they might be hallucinating.

Just now... it seemed as though they had seen Senior Wu Feng smashed to the floor by Ling Qiu as if he were trash in a bucket.

And he had even bounced once.

Although there had been a mat beneath him...

What kind of force would it take to slam someone down and make them bounce back up like that?!

“Puh-wahhh!!”

At that moment, amid his screams, Senior Wu Feng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Aah!”

“Oh no!”

The students all shrank back in terror.

Someone was going to die!

A few timid ones nearly fled like startled birds scattering from a tree.

But Ling Qiu merely said indifferently, “I know my limits. He won’t die. At most, he’ll suffer some internal injuries.”

As he spoke, he turned his head and gave a calm sweep of his eyes across every member of the taekwondo club.

“Of course, I can kill him too. That depends on how much more he wants to insult Chinese kung fu.”

Seeing that gaze, seeing that presence, every person who had just mocked Ling Qiu flinched hard, as though they had come face-to-face with an ancestor. They all lowered their heads, curled in on themselves, and could not even straighten up.

And at that moment...

Liu Donghai also instinctively dropped his head. His mind was a complete mess.

This... this Ling Qiu is ruthless...

Honestly, he was a little frightened now.

He suddenly realized that he might have, for the first time in his life, provoked someone he should never have provoked.

And Cheng Youyou, who had been watching Ling Qiu closely all this while, had gone a little pale as well.

She was stunned. Countless emotions surged and tangled within her: shock, astonishment, disbelief, and even a trace of fear.

She suddenly felt that the way she had been “opening” Ling Qiu before might have been completely wrong.

It was as if Ling Qiu were a game called GTA V, and she had been trying to open him with a Nokia brick phone.

“Ah-shee-bah!”

At that moment, a tremendously burly man suddenly stood up from the back of the crowd and strode toward the ring. Opening his mouth, he cursed at Ling Qiu viciously, “A-shee-bah, obedient glass ball, United Arab Emirates, smida!”

That furious string of birdlike abuse drew everyone’s attention.

And the man himself...

The glittering black belt around his waist nearly blinded the crowd.

Master Park Dao Si!

It was Master Park Dao Si!

The black-belt master invited from Korea—a truly top-tier taekwondo expert!