SFS Chapter 98: A slap knocks out a black belt master!
Chapter 98: A slap knocks out a black belt master!
The streets were scorching hot under the midday sun, and the asphalt surface gleamed with an oily sheen.
Su Muyue and Lu Jingchen walked side by side at a brisk pace, their steps unhurried, showing no sign of nervousness about keeping their appointment.
Zhao Lei followed not far behind, his face full of undisguised schadenfreude, like a tagalong waiting to see someone make a fool of themselves.
Su Muyue sneered, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
Su Muyue said:
"These people are really relentless."
"However, I had already heard that the Red Sun Dojo was incredibly arrogant in Jiangzhou."
"Let's take this opportunity to eliminate them completely, so they won't cause trouble again in the future."
Lu Jingchen remained calm, his hands in his pockets, and his steps never faltered.
Lu Jingchen said:
"That's right, that's what I think too."
"So that they won't use this fancy facade to harm our promising young people back home."
No sooner had the two finished speaking than Zhao Lei, who was standing behind them, couldn't resist and came over with a mischievous grin to interject.
Zhao Lei said:
"They're about to die, and they're still spouting nonsense and bragging."
"Just you wait, once you get into the dojo, you'll be crying!"
Su Muyue suddenly stopped and turned around to give Zhao Lei a cold glance.
His gaze was sharp as a knife, instantly piercing Zhao Lei's heart.
Zhao Lei shuddered at the sight, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.
He quickly lowered his head, shrank his neck, and dared not utter another sound.
That bit of arrogance just now vanished in an instant; he's nothing but a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong.
Su Muyue snorted coldly before turning around and continuing to follow Lu Jingchen forward.
The two walked side by side toward the Red Sun Dojo, their backs straight and their presence commanding.
Zhao Lei shrank back, only daring to secretly follow from a distance, his eyes filled with even more resentment.
Inside the Red Sun Dojo, the atmosphere was so somber it could freeze you to death.
In the huge training ground, hundreds of disciples dressed in white martial arts uniforms sat cross-legged on the ground in neat rows.
Each person stood ramrod straight, not daring to even breathe loudly, and there was complete silence.
On the high platform in the very center of the dojo, Park Jung-woong sat cross-legged.
His hair and beard were all white, and he wore a black master's robe, exuding an aura as steady as a mountain.
He exuded an oppressive aura of someone who had long held a high position, and he didn't look like someone to be trifled with.
Park Jung-woong raised his eyelids and arrogantly glanced at the disciples below the stage.
He pointed to a burly man in his twenties in the front row and spoke in a deep voice.
Park Jung-woong said:
"Xiao Wu, that reckless brat is coming soon."
"You go first and have a match with him. Don't embarrass me."
Xiao Wu, whose name was called, immediately stood up.
He cracked his knuckles as he flexed his wrists, his face radiating confidence.
Xiao Wu patted his chest and loudly replied:
"Don't worry, Master! I've got your back!"
"He's just a kid. I'll take him down in three moves!"
"I'll make sure he knows what real Taekwondo is!"
The surrounding disciples immediately cast envious glances at him.
Being chosen by the master to perform is a tremendous opportunity to shine.
Everyone was waiting to see how Xiao Wu would beat that kid who dared to challenge Taekwondo to a pulp.
Park Jung-woong nodded in satisfaction and closed his eyes again.
It was as if the upcoming competition was nothing more than crushing an ant in his eyes.
They didn't take Lu Jingchen, a nineteen-year-old college student, seriously at all.
Just then, the heavy wooden door of the dojo was suddenly pushed open.
Lu Jingchen strode in, followed closely by Su Muyue.
The moment the two entered the room, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
The eyes of hundreds of Taekwondo students were all fixed on the two of them, as sharp as knives.
Lu Jingchen remained calm, his gaze casually sweeping across the entire room.
He completely disregarded the disciples who were eyeing him covetously, his tone full of impatience.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Hurry up, stop dawdling."
"Call out your master and finish this quickly."
"I have to go back to school after this, I don't have time to waste here with you guys."
These words immediately caused an uproar in the room.
Park Jung-woong suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze wide with anger, and his eyes instantly blazed with fury.
He slammed his hand on the solid wood platform beneath him, making a loud bang.
Using the force of the recoil, he was launched into the air and landed steadily in the center of the field.
His movements were fluid and graceful, showing no signs of being an elderly man with white hair and beard; his skill was fully displayed.
Park Jung-woong roared furiously, his voice making the entire dojo buzz.
Park Jung-woong said:
"You brat! You're courting death!"
"I'm a 9th-dan black belt master in Taekwondo!"
"You're not qualified to fight me!"
At the entrance of the dojo, students from Gangju University who had come in to watch witnessed Park Jung-woong's display of skill.
Instantly, an uproar erupted; everyone's faces turned pale, filled with terror.
Passerby A lowered his voice and whispered in fear to the person next to him:
"My God! Is this the same Grandmaster Park, the strongest Taekwondo master in the country in recent years?"
"That skill is terrifying! Lu Jingchen is finished this time!"
Zhao Lei followed behind the crowd, arms crossed, a sneer on his face.
Looking at Lu Jingchen's retreating figure, his eyes were full of schadenfreude.
Zhao Lei said:
"Kid, weren't you pretty arrogant before?"
"This time, let's see how arrogant you are now! You're dead!"
Just as tensions were about to rise, Xiao Wu stepped forward.
He stood firmly in front of Lu Jingchen, his face full of contempt and disdain.
Xiao Wu sneered:
"With your meager skills, you dare challenge my master?"
"Your opponent is me, stop pretending."
"To be honest, I have absolutely no expectations of fighting against a kid like you who hasn't even grown his first hair."
Lu Jingchen ignored him completely, first glancing at Zhao Lei in the crowd.
He glanced at Xiao Wu in front of him again, his tone full of impatience.
Lu Jingchen said:
"This is your last chance, Taekwondo."
"I'm too lazy to play these boring jokes with you pretentious charlatans."
After he finished speaking, he completely ignored Xiao Wu in front of him.
He walked straight toward the ring in the center of the arena, his steps unhurried, without pausing for a moment.
It was as if what was blocking his way wasn't a burly man over 1.8 meters tall, but a mass of air.
Xiao Wu was furious on the spot, his face turning bright red.
This is the first time in my life I've been ignored like this, a complete slap in the face in public.
Park Jung-woong stood by the ring and waved coldly.
He gestured for the other disciples to leave, leaving only Xiao Wu in the room.
This was clearly an admission of consent, allowing Xiao Wu to make the first move and give Lu Jingchen a warning.
Xiao Wu immediately got into a fighting stance, assuming a standard Taekwondo fighting posture.
With his legs slightly bent and fists held in front of him, his eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf.
His muscles were taut all over, clearly showing he had practiced hard for over a decade, with a very solid foundation.
Looking at Lu Jingchen again, he simply stood there casually.
With his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his entire body was full of openings, making him look like an ordinary person who had never trained.
She didn't even bother with the most basic defensive stance; Chun Chun clearly didn't take Xiao Wu seriously.
Xiao Wu immediately flew into a rage, his eyes turning red.
This is a blatant humiliation, even more painful than being slapped.
Xiao Wu roared:
"How dare you underestimate me! You're asking for it!"
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Wu suddenly exerted force with his feet.
He shot towards Lu Jingchen like an arrow released from a bow.
A high, extremely powerful kick, accompanied by the sound of air being cut, slammed into Lu Jingchen's head.
The kick was so fast it was just a blur, incredibly ruthless; it was obvious the intention was to knock Lu Jingchen unconscious in one move.
At the front of the crowd, Park Joon-ho stared intently at the scene.
Looking at Xiao Wu's powerful whip kick, his eyes were filled with resentment and pleasure.
Park Joon-ho gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:
"With Second Senior Brother making a move this time, you're dead meat!"
"You dare slap me in the face? You'll pay for this today!"
A close-up shot suddenly zoomed in.
Just as Xiao Wu's leg was about to sweep across Lu Jingchen's head...
Lu Jingchen finally raised his hand, seemingly slowly, but in fact extremely fast.
He slapped her lightly.
Snap!
A crisp, resounding slap echoed throughout the silent dojo.
The echoes drifted back and forth in the open space.
Xiao Wu didn't even have time to let out a scream.
The person was spun around a full circle in mid-air by the slap.
It slammed heavily onto the ground like a spinning top.
His head lolled to the side, and he immediately fainted, unable to move an inch.
The entire dojo fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop clearly.
Hundreds of Taekwondo students were frozen in place.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, and his face was full of disbelief.
The resentment on Park Joon-ho's face froze instantly, and he was petrified as if struck by lightning.
Zhao Lei's smile froze on his face, and his legs began to tremble.
No one could believe that he was a black belt master who had practiced Taekwondo for more than ten years.
He was knocked unconscious by Lu Jingchen's light slap.
This is even more outrageous than a fairy tale!