Chapter 178: 178. The fate of the loser!

“Young girl, you’re too naive. Do you really believe such nonsense?”

“The Four War Gods are all Hua Jing Grandmasters. This pretty boy? He’d be lucky to block a single one of their moves!”

Master Yang huffed indignantly and turned his head away abruptly. Master Song snickered, his face cold as he retorted. Master Jiang’s eyes bulged, his chastising tone growing aggressive.

“Sister Bingbing, have you lost your mind? What kind of potion has Lin Fan fed you!” Fatty Chu’s face turned crimson, his nose practically crooked with rage as the slightly improved impression he had of Lin Fan instantly vanished without a trace.

“Can’t you at least think before you brag? The Imperial Capital’s Four War Gods are esteemed figures. You think you can take down all four of them by yourself?”

Fatty Chu was utterly furious, determined to expose Lin Fan in front of Xia Bingbing. After shouting at Lin Fan, he immediately pulled out his smartphone.

“Hmph, you didn’t expect this, did you? I have the Hector War God Zhang Ao’s WeChat! I’m going to tell him right now that someone is trampling on the dignity of the Four War Gods!”

Ignoring the puzzled looks on Lin Fan’s and Xia Bingbing’s faces, Fatty Chu immediately started a video call.

Seeing this, Kim Sooeun crossed her arms, clearly pleased. “Haha, Lin Fan, you finally can’t keep up the act, can you?” she asked, a mocking glint in her eyes.

Nearby, the hall manager and Deputy Head Liew Zhilong exchanged smiles. The other Taekwondo experts in the hall, along with the students, also laughed and shook their heads. The fame of the Imperial Capital’s Four War Gods was legendary, even to them.

Forget a mere pretty boy like Lin Fan; even Deputy Head Liew Zhilong and the other masters wouldn’t stand a chance against them. Even Jiang Taizhong, the top Taekwondo practitioner in Goryeo, probably wouldn’t dare to take on all four at once!

“Hey, Fatty Chu, what’s up?”

Just then, his video call request was accepted, and the smartphone screen immediately displayed the bruised and swollen face of a man.

Fatty Chu froze, his mouth gaping open in shock. “Hiss… Brother Zhang, what happened to you?”

In the entire Imperial Capital, who could possibly leave the leader of the Four War Gods in such a sorry state?

“It’s nothing, I just sparred with Huang Liu and the others,” Zhang Ao’s expression flickered for a moment before he shook his head nonchalantly. “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. We still have training to do.”

“Wait, don’t hang up! Brother Zhang, do you recognize this guy? He’s lying, claiming he just took down all four of you!” Fatty Chu said in a panic, quickly pointing the front-facing camera at Lin Fan.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… their eyes met.

Lin Fan let out a wry smile and gave a slight nod as a greeting.

On the other side of the screen, Zhang Ao’s body jerked, his eyes widening as if he had seen a ghost.

Damn it, who was it? Who leaked this classified information? This will utterly disgrace the Imperial Capital’s Four War Gods!

“Brother Zhang, hey, Brother Zhang, what’s wrong?”

Seeing that Lin Fan showed no sign of panic and instead appeared quite composed, Fatty Chu grew dissatisfied and quickly turned the camera back to himself.

“Uh… Fatty, what are you talking about? My signal is bad over here, gotta hang up!”

CLICK!

The next moment, Zhang Ao forced a stiff smile on the screen. Before Fatty Chu could say another word, he ended the call as if his pants were on fire.

What the hell! What just happened? Is this the same haughty Hector War God who looked down on everyone?

Fatty Chu stared, his eyes wide with disbelief. The nearby Master Yang and the other two were equally dumbfounded. Even Liew Zhilong and his group, standing opposite them, looked on with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

No one was a fool. For the leader of the Four War Gods, Zhang Ao, to appear so flustered could only mean one thing.

This man named Lin Fan was not as simple as he looked.

“Heh, so much for the so-called leader of the Four War Gods. I think he’s just a fame-seeking fraud!” Kim Sooeun scoffed, turning her head away dismissively. Watching them turn on each other was incredibly satisfying.

“What are you so arrogant about!” Fatty Chu’s face flushed. He lowered his phone and shouted at Kim Sooeun, unwilling to back down. “I’m telling you, it’s only because Brother Zhang has a special status and can’t intervene! Otherwise, he could wipe out your crappy gym in minutes!”

“Cut the crap. Are you going to fight or not?” Deputy Head Liew Zhilong stepped forward, his expression grim. “Don’t say we’re ganging up on you. No matter how many of you step up, we’ll take you all on.”

“However, if you lose this time, you’ll not only have to kneel outside our Taekwondo Gym for a full day and night, shouting ’Taekwondo is number one in the world,’ but you’ll also have to leave her behind!” he added, pointing a finger at Xia Bingbing with a malicious sneer.

“Do you dare take the bet? If not, just surrender now and spare yourselves the pain!”

“Hmph, what’s there to be afraid of? The three of us are more than enough for a bunch of small fries like you, even if you all attack at once,” Master Yang stepped forward, responding coolly with his head held high and his hands clasped behind his back.

“Kid, you talk a big game. Do you dare join us?” Master Song asked, turning his head to look at Lin Fan deliberately.

“That’s right. Even in a four-on-four battle of attrition, you can just be a filler. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose. If you’ve got the guts, then come on!” Master Jiang added with a sinister smirk.

The three masters exchanged a look, nodding in tacit agreement.

They had long since grown tired of seeing this pretty boy, Lin Fan, attracting so much attention and even slightly overshadowing their own renown as martial arts masters. Hmph, if they didn’t teach him a lesson, his ego would only grow more inflated!

“Fine. I’m short on time, so I’ll go first,” Lin Fan said with an indifferent expression, nodding noncommittally amidst the strange stares.

He then gave Xia Bingbing a reassuring glance and stepped forward to face Kim Sooeun and the others.

“Come on. I don’t mind if you all attack at once.”

What? Still talking big at a time like this?

“Teacher Liew, let me teach him a lesson!”

His words sent an uproar through the Taekwondo Gym. A tall Daxia male student could no longer hold back. With a loud shout, he strode out from the crowd without waiting for Liew Zhilong’s permission and glared at Lin Fan, craning his neck.

“Why is a Daxia person like you mixed up with this lot?” Lin Fan asked, frowning slightly.

“What, so I should be like you and just run my mouth?” the student sneered, his lip twitching with disdain. “In this world, strength is what matters. What’s wrong with me learning from them to become stronger? You, on the other hand, should open your eyes and see what real power looks like!”

After his roar, the man spread his arms, lowered his knees, and, like a raging bull, bellowed as he charged toward Lin Fan.

“Third Miss, Fang Mang is one of our gym’s top students. His strength ranks in the top ten,” the hall manager whispered to Kim Sooeun.

“Very good. One Fang Mang is enough to handle someone like Lin Fan. Let the Daxia people tear each other apart. The fiercer, the better,” Kim Sooeun replied, her lips curling into a vicious smile.

SLAP!

The next moment, a crisp slap echoed through the hall. The furiously advancing Fang Mang let out a miserable scream and was sent flying backward, spewing blood.

THUD!

His large, burly body crashed heavily at Kim Sooeun’s feet, causing her to lose her composure, shriek, and jump out of the way.

The vast gym fell into a dead silence, broken only by Fang Mang, who was clutching his head, twitching and wailing in pain.

“So handsome! He’s truly worthy of being the man I, Xia Bingbing, chose!” Xia Bingbing’s eyes lit up as she pumped her fist in triumph.

Nearby, Fatty Chu’s jaw hung open, completely dazed. Even the three masters, who had been sneering just moments before, sobered up and exchanged bewildered glances.

Who could have thought Lin Fan would win so easily? With just a casual slap, he had sent Fang Mang, a practitioner at the peak of the Dark Energy realm, flying.

Damn it! If we had known he was such a pushover, we should have gone first! What a huge mistake. We just handed Lin Fan a golden opportunity to show off!

As Master Yang and the others were silently kicking themselves, the Taekwondo experts on the other side snapped out of their shock, their expressions turning to a mixture of fury and alarm.

WHOOSH!

They all rushed forward and started punching and kicking the downed Fang Mang.

“Waste! How could you lose to that Daxia person, Lin Fan!”

“Damn it! We never should have accepted you as a student! You’re a disgrace to Goryeo’s Taekwondo!”

The group shouted, showing no mercy in their blows. Within moments, Fang Mang was bruised and bleeding from his mouth and nose, wailing and begging for mercy.

“Throw this trash out,” commanded a cold voice from the railing on the second floor. Jiang Taizhong stood with his hands behind his back, his face a grim mask. “And don’t ever let him set foot in the Extreme Speed Taekwondo Gym again!”

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