Chapter 183: 182, everyone gets a slap!

“Hahaha, Pei Jun, you’re just a useless waste, only capable of such despicable tricks. I, Quan Songyong, am the top student!”

Quan Songyong tilted his neck and stepped in front of Lin Fan. He glanced at Pei Jun in the corner, who was curled into a ball like a drowned rat, completely stripped of his usual dashing demeanor that attracted everyone’s attention. Quan Songyong was ecstatic, his mouth stretching into a crazed laugh.

Without any warning, his small eyes flashed with a cunning sneer, and he suddenly charged at Lin Fan, attempting a surprise attack while his attention was divided!

BANG!

The next moment, Lin Fan didn’t even turn his head and simply threw a casual punch behind him. Before the pale-faced Quan Songyong could be sent flying, Lin Fan’s fist morphed into a claw, viciously tearing off not only Quan Songyong’s jacket but also the vest underneath!

“What’s this? A turtle shell?”

CLANG!

Lin Fan tossed aside the ripped white Taekwondo uniform and examined the shimmering titanium alloy vest. He then shook his head and threw it to the ground, where it landed with a distinct metallic clang.

The vast gym fell dead silent, only to erupt into an intense uproar once again.

Cheating, it was cheating again? Shameless, absolutely bottom-of-the-barrel shamelessness!

“Is there anything real about you Goryeo people? Everyone gets plastic surgery, you steal our Xia Country’s cultural traditions, and now you even use cheats in a damn duel!” Fatty Chu cursed furiously as he jumped up and down. Amid his rage, he also felt a surge of exhilaration, as if he had finally vented all his pent-up frustration.

“The previous match doesn’t count! You Goryeo people cheated openly, you don’t deserve to be called Martial Artists!”

“Trash, a bunch of trash! And here I thought my decades of Iron Sand Palm training had gone to waste! Turns out you were just wearing a turtle shell!” Master Jiang snorted, his face cold and grim.

Master Yang slapped his own thigh in frustration, his face contorted with fury.

Kim Sooeun and the hall manager’s faces turned pale and flushed by turns. They were being cursed to their faces but couldn’t utter a word in rebuttal. The Taekwondo students who had been so arrogant moments before now hung their heads in shame, nearly burying them in their crotches.

“No, I didn’t cheat! I just wore a slightly thicker vest, what’s wrong with that!”

At that moment, Quan Songyong, who had been sent flying, shouted desperately from the floor where he lay, unable to get up. He coughed up blood as he yelled, his small eyes filled with panic and unease.

However, it was obvious no one in the crowd believed him. His former admirers now stared at him with looks of utter disgust.

“Cheating… so it was all cheating. One of them secretly uses a high-voltage pulse generator, and the other wears a metal vest…” In a corner, a group of Xia Country students looked at each other as understanding dawned. They looked down at the white training uniforms they wore, suddenly feeling nauseated.

“Liew Zhilong, we quit! Refund our tuition fees!” the crowd roared, tearing off their uniforms and slamming them to the ground, their faces filled with righteous indignation.

“So what if we cheated?”

The next moment, a tall figure leaped down from the second floor.

THUD! The expressionless Jiang Taizhong landed firmly on the ground, his arms crossed. He coldly surveyed the Xia Country students and asked indifferently.

Things can’t be allowed to get any worse. The only way to contain this is to silence them all so that not a single word leaks out!

“The victor is crowned king, the loser branded a bandit. That’s an old saying from your Xia Country. Don’t you understand such a simple principle?” Jiang Taizhong’s lips curled into a sinister smirk, and a chilling killing intent began to gleam in his narrow eyes. “Lock the doors! Don’t let a single one of them escape!”

CLANG!

At his command, the main doors of the gym slammed shut, cutting off all sight from the outside world. Immediately, the humiliated and infuriated Taekwondo experts cast aside all restraint. With howls of rage, they swarmed toward Xia Bingbing, Fatty Chu, and the others.

“Finally dropping the act? Trying to win with numbers?”

As chaos erupted, Lin Fan flashed to Xia Bingbing’s side, giving her a reassuring look.

SLAP!

A female student snuck up behind Xia Bingbing, a vicious grin on her face as she swung a fist at the back of her head. Before the punch could land, Lin Fan sent her flying with a single slap, making her scream and spit blood.

“What the hell are you all standing around for? Fight back! Hit them hard!” Lin Fan yelled at the dumbfounded Master Jiang and Fatty Chu, then casually flicked a silver needle at the unconscious Master Song on the ground.

SWISH!

Instantly, Master Song, who had been knocked out by the electric shock, convulsed and slowly opened his eyes.

“Damn it! That bastard Pei Jun used high-voltage electricity to break my Golden Bell Shield! What a despicable, shameless Goryeo dog!” Master Song was dazed for a moment before jolting to his senses. He quickly scrambled up, assumed a horse stance, and circulated his energy, all while cursing and fending off the attacking Taekwondo experts with a flurry of punches.

“You protect Fatty Chu. Don’t let anyone get near him,” Lin Fan said to the astonished Master Jiang, his gaze darkening.

Before Master Jiang could respond, Lin Fan took a step and instantly appeared in the corner of the room. There, a recovered Pei Jun and Quan Songyong were sneering as they advanced on the retreating Xia Country students.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

With a casual flick of his hand, Lin Fan sent out flashes of silver light, which instantly pierced the throats of Quan Songyong and his cronies, leaving behind gaping, bloody holes.

THUD! THUD!

One after another, the tall figures collapsed to the ground, their faces etched with unwillingness to accept their fate. The sight made the Xia Country students turn pale, and they exchanged looks of utter shock.

“Go over there. You’ll be safe,” Lin Fan said quickly, meeting the students’ gazes of awe and reverence. He then turned his eyes to Liew Zhilong and Jiang Taizhong.

As their eyes met, both men broke into ferocious smiles and charged toward him.

“Kill him! Beat that bastard to death!” Seeing this, Kim Sooeun, who had been pulled to safety on the second floor by the hall manager, shrieked viciously.

SLAP!

The next moment, Liew Zhilong, who was the first to reach Lin Fan, was sent flying high into the air by a casual slap.

THUD!

The towering figure, screaming and vomiting blood, landed heavily at the feet of Kim Sooeun and the hall manager. His head then tilted to the side—he had been killed by that single slap.

“Ah… ahhh!” Kim Sooeun screamed in horror and collapsed to the floor in a heap, not daring to show her face again.

“Not bad, kid. I admit I underestimated you… but this is where it ends,” Jiang Taizhong said, pulling his gaze back from the scene on the second floor, his handsome, porcelain-white cheeks twitching.

To be able to send Liew Zhilong, a man at the peak of the Righteous Energy realm, flying with a single slap… this young man from Xia Country, Lin Fan, must be above the Qi Condensation realm! I was careless, far too careless. I misjudged his strength when I heard him roar earlier. If I hadn’t, I would have dealt with this trouble myself long ago, and things never would have escalated to this point.

“Mr. Jiang, he killed Pei Jun and Quan Songyong! Let us avenge them!” dozens of Taekwondo experts roared, their eyes bloodshot as they charged at Lin Fan, filled with a crazed desire to kill.

“All of you, stand down! You are no match for him!” Jiang Taizhong commanded sharply, a nerve twitching at the corner of his eye.

But it was too late.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

With an emotionless expression, Lin Fan moved like the wind. As if swatting flies, he slapped each attacker away, killing them as they hit the ground.

“Enough! You can go to hell!” Jiang Taizhong’s pupils shrank violently, his lungs nearly exploding with rage. In just a few seconds, Lin Fan had killed almost all of his best students.

These were the rising stars of Goryeo Taekwondo! They could have dominated international tournaments, won prestigious awards, and brought glory to their nation. But now, they were like flies hitting an electric zapper, dead in an instant, their deaths silent and utterly worthless.

With a furious roar, Jiang Taizhong’s eyes became completely bloodshot. He stomped his foot, shaking the ground beneath him. “Kid, allow me to show you the true power of a Goryeo Taekwondo Grandmaster of the Qi Condensation realm!”

CRACK! CRACK!

Leaving a pair of deep footprints in the floor, Jiang Taizhong leaped into the air like a great bird, raising his leg for a devastating kick. He descended like a thunderbolt from the heavens, aiming directly for the spot between Lin Fan’s eyebrows.

“Is this all you’ve got? And you dare to run amok in the Daxia Imperial City?” Lin Fan’s lips curled into a mocking smirk as he watched the dark shadow descend upon him. He simply flicked his finger.

SWISH!

A silver needle shot through the air, aimed directly at Jiang Taizhong’s groin.

Immediately, Jiang Taizhong’s expression changed dramatically, and he let out a soul-tearing scream. With a muffled BANG, the silver needle, charged with immense Qi Force, exploded in his groin. It was like a hand grenade had gone off in his pants.

“Ah… ah, shit! It’s gone! My treasure is gone!”

THUD!

Jiang Taizhong dropped from the sky like a crashing plane. He landed on his rear, clutching his bloody, mutilated groin and writhing on the ground, letting out howls of despair and fury.

Holy shit, he’s so fierce, so badass! Even Jiang Taizhong himself was no match for a single move from Lin Fan?

“See? That’s my man’s real strength. You guys just wouldn’t believe me, hmph!” Xia Bingbing wrinkled her pretty nose and rolled her eyes playfully at Master Yang and the others.

“This… this… a true master reveals nothing of his depth!” Master Yang exclaimed in astonishment from where he lay on the floor.

Master Song and Master Jiang, who were still fighting their opponents, were also stunned. The three of them exchanged horrified glances, their faces burning with shame. Then, their spirits soared, and they fought with renewed vigor.

“Lin Fan! Brother Lin! Ancestor Lin! Don’t touch him! Let me handle it!” Fatty Chu, who had been watching from the side, roared with exhilaration. Propping himself up with his crutch, he limped forward with surprising speed, his face flushed as if he’d been injected with stimulants.

Who would have thought Lin Fan was the real powerhouse here! He single-handedly turned the tables, slaughtering these shameless Goryeo dogs until they couldn’t fight back! Not to mention, he casually took out Vice Hall Master Liew Zhilong and the strongest of them all, Jiang Taizhong!

“You son of a bitch, you’ll pay for what you did to my female classmate!” Fatty Chu shot a look of awe and gratitude at Lin Fan before turning his glare down at Jiang Taizhong on the floor.

“Stop! You! If you dare touch my Jiang Oppa, I’ll push her off!”

While Lin Fan remained noncommittal, his face calm, and before Fatty Chu could bring his crutch down on Jiang Taizhong’s head, a shrill threat came from the second-floor railing. Kim Sooeun and the hall manager were holding a girl in tattered clothes over the edge.

Lin Fan looked up, and his expression instantly darkened. To his shock, the girl was none other than Huang Xiaoya, the student he had met at the airport.

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