Chapter 89: Translate, Translate—What Is a Surprise!

Master Park Dao-si had arrived!

At that instant, every student in the taekwondo club felt a jolt run through them, as if they had suddenly seen an angel descend into the underworld.

They felt that Master Park Dao-si was shrouded in a light that could move all living things.

Park Dao-si strode straight into the ring, looked down at Wu Feng twice, and immediately flew into a fury, his face turning blue and white by turns.

He pointed straight at Ling Qiu and unleashed another barrage of incomprehensible gibberish.

At that moment, Liu Donghai had a flash of inspiration. He quickly jumped to his feet and hurried behind Park Dao-si, then said to Ling Qiu, “Let me translate for you! Master Park Dao-si says your actions today have thoroughly enraged him! His wrath is not something a weakling with flashy, empty moves like you can bear!”

In truth, Liu Donghai was afraid.

But people like him are the sort who never shed tears until they see the coffin. He did not have much real ability, but because he had a bit of family background, he cared enormously about face.

Realizing that he was afraid of Ling Qiu, his proud self-respect suffered an unprecedented humiliation.

So he chose to seize this ray of light called Master Park Dao-si and brandish it like a feather turned into an imperial order, using it to sweep away the fear in his own heart that he was too ashamed to face.

Ling Qiu? Wasn’t he just good at fighting?

But could he beat Master Park Dao-si?

Master Park Dao-si was a famous Korean master, once undefeated in more than one hundred and thirty consecutive matches in a taekwondo circuit.

A master of that level was not merely among the best in Asia; he was a black-belt grandmaster known around the world.

Could Ling Qiu possibly be Master Park Dao-si’s match?

After just a few exchanges, Ling Qiu would probably be beaten until he was spitting out teeth and begging for mercy.

Then Park Dao-si barked another stream of nonsense at Ling Qiu.

Liu Donghai still wore the shameless expression of a collaborator saying, “The Imperial Army asked me to deliver a message to you,” and dutifully translated, even reproducing Park Dao-si’s arrogant and overbearing manner with surprising accuracy.

He pointed at Ling Qiu and said, “Master Park Dao-si says Wu Feng was right. Your so-called Chinese martial arts are nothing but a paper tiger, all flashy moves and no substance. The moment they meet a real taekwondo expert, they are nothing but trash that cannot withstand a single blow!”

“Master Park Dao-si also says your Chinese martial arts are actually just a branch of taekwondo that our Republic of Korea secretly taught you long ago, and only later did you form what you call kung fu. In truth, across all of Asia, our Republic of Korea is the great nation that first invented martial arts!”

“Master Park Dao-si says he will take you on personally. Do you dare accept? He can beat you to death and take no responsibility at all!”

The crowd erupted.

Everyone was still reeling from the shock of a moment ago, and now another bombshell had fallen.

The legendary taekwondo superman, Master Park Dao-si, was actually going to fight?

It was said that ever since Master Park Dao-si had turned to teaching, he had not fought anyone in public for many years.

At that moment, the taekwondo students who had just been frightened by Ling Qiu suddenly came back to life. No longer afraid, they flushed with excitement and shouted at the top of their lungs, “Beat him to death!”

“Master Park Dao-si! Beat him to death!”

“Let him see how powerful our taekwondo is!”

“What nonsense Chinese martial arts! Go eat crap!”

“Take revenge for Senior Wu Feng!”

Listening to those voices, Ling Qiu felt nothing but disappointment.

He looked down at Wu Feng, who was twitching now and then on the floor.

Even in this state, the so-called companions who had just been cheering him on had not a single one of them suggested sending him to the hospital.

“Zhao Dezhu,” Ling Qiu said.

Zhao Dezhu hurried over.

“Take him to the hospital,” Ling Qiu said, pointing at Wu Feng.

Zhao Dezhu understood immediately and quickly hoisted Wu Feng onto his shoulder and ran out.

Although Ling Qiu despised Wu Feng, in the end he was still a fellow countryman.

A lesson was a lesson, but it did not merit death.

However, what Ling Qiu had not expected was that his action would actually draw loud mockery from a few rabid sycophants in the crowd.

“Hahaha! I thought he was so fierce! Turns out he’s still worried something will go wrong!”

“Exactly. Look at him. He was so vicious just now that I really thought he wasn’t afraid of killing someone. And now? Didn’t he still panic and rush to have Wu Feng sent to the hospital?”

“Heh, that’s what people who study Chinese martial arts are like. Every single one of them is a soft-legged coward! Not like us—we take cold, hard resolve all the way to the end. If we’re ruthless, we’re ruthless to the end!”

Truly, their entire sense of right and wrong was shattered.

Hearing those words, Ling Qiu could hardly believe that among people of the same nation, some young people could be so cold-blooded and brainless.

Fortunately, those words were spoken only by a portion of the crowd, not all of them.

Otherwise, if all the young people were this mindless, if they could do nothing but bully their own while worshipping everything foreign, then the future of the nation would truly be doomed.

“Coward! Do you dare accept the challenge!”

At that moment, Liu Donghai translated another line with obvious relish.

The words had barely fallen when Park Dao-si had already taken his stance.

He drew a deep breath, then lifted his leg and stomped hard into the floor.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

On closer inspection, the mat under the ring had actually been crushed into a deep depression by Park Dao-si’s stomp.

“Damn!”

“Master Park Dao-si is amazing!”

“That power... this is settled!”

Although they did not understand the language, Park Dao-si understood the crowd’s cheers. He waved at Ling Qiu, signaling for him to come at him.

Ling Qiu did not rush forward. Instead, he slowly helped the short, stout man to his feet.

“Are you all right?”

The short, stout man wiped the sour fluid from the corner of his mouth. “I’m fine. Just a stomach spasm!”

“Mm. I’m planning to use the mountain-splitting palm from your Bajiquan just now. You don’t mind, do you?”

Ling Qiu said casually.

The stout man blurted out, “Of course not. But... classmate Ling Qiu... do you know that move?”

“I do.”

Ling Qiu said flatly, “I saw you use it just now.”

What?

The stout man froze. Learned it from just one look?

That move of his... he had practiced for a full year and a half, and he had only just managed to make it look somewhat similar!

Before he could think further, Ling Qiu had already taken a broad, expansive stance. With that simple opening movement alone, he seemed to draw forth a powerful and imposing pressure.

He intended to use the Bajiquan mountain-splitting palm that those people had just looked down upon to deal with this Park fellow.

At that moment, Chu Mo, who had been standing not far away without the slightest change in expression, narrowed her eyes slightly. As she looked at Ling Qiu, a flicker of something unusual flashed through her gaze.

“Die, you fool!”

Park Dao-si roared and charged at Ling Qiu.

He was like a raging bull, his momentum terrifying beyond measure.

Ling Qiu was not the least bit hurried. He slowly raised one hand.

Hum.

His breath surged; his palm formed, and he seized the moment. He needed only one strike.

Bang!

A dull, heavy impact!

The two of them crashed together violently!

The eighth update is here. As I said, I do what I promise. Hmm... though it is already nine in the morning, I kept my word, and I’m very happy.

By the way, let me once again ask my brothers for your favorites, recommendations, and tips! Starting a new book is hard, everyone knows that. I am writing this one with real seriousness. Though it has only just begun, I can already feel everyone’s support and affection!

So I will grit my teeth and keep pushing forward!

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...Well, to put it meekly, I’m going to sleep now...

Dear brothers, when I wake up, let’s keep going together...