ATPnovel Chapter 96: Remote Leg Technique - Drying Black Belt 6th Rank!
Chapter 96: Remote Leg Technique - Drying Black Belt 6th Rank!
The Taekwondo club's dojo was in a complete mess.
The training mat was overturned and the protective gear was scattered all over the ground.
The fight just now made the scene look like a typhoon had passed through.
Park Joon-ho looked disheveled, his uniform was torn in a large hole.
He clutched his chest, grimacing as he struggled to his feet.
That kick just now almost displaced his internal organs.
Even now, my chest still feels like it's been hit by a sledgehammer; the pain is excruciating.
But there was no sign of him yielding on his face, only ruthlessness and resentment.
His eyes were fixed on Lu Jingchen's back, as if he wanted to devour him.
Park Joon-ho gritted his teeth and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Stop! This woman attacked me! That doesn't count!"
"I'm here today to duel with you, Lu Jingchen!"
"I'm not fighting against a woman!"
Lu Jingchen, who was about to leave with Su Muyue, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He slowly turned around, looking at Park Joon-ho with a cold gaze.
It was like watching a clown jumping around on a beam; there wasn't a ripple at all.
Su Muyue laughed on the spot, crossed her arms, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
Su Muyue said:
"What? You lost, you lost, and now you're making excuses?"
"Are you dissatisfied with this?"
"Since you still want to be tortured, I don't mind sending you on your way."
As Su Muyue spoke, she made a move to rush forward, her fists clenching instantly.
Park Joon-ho was so frightened that he trembled on the spot and subconsciously took a big step back.
Like a startled rabbit, all the arrogance from before had vanished.
His finger trembled as he pointed at Lu Jingchen, his expression purely fierce but actually weak, and he was very stubborn.
Park Joon-ho shouted:
"If you're so tough, let him come and compete with me!"
"What kind of skill is it to hide behind a woman?"
"If you're a man, fight me fair and square!"
Lu Jingchen shrugged helplessly, looking at him like he was an idiot.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Alright, I was originally going to give you some face."
"Since you insist that I take action."
"Then I'll grant your wish to suffer."
Before the words had even finished, Lu Jingchen suddenly moved.
So fast that only a blur remained, and you couldn't even see the person clearly from where they stood.
As the close-up shot zoomed in, Park Joon-ho's pupils contracted sharply.
Even a scream got stuck in my throat; I only saw a dark shadow flash before my eyes.
A terrifyingly strong gust of wind, like a cannonball, came hurtling towards us.
Lu Jingchen's right leg suddenly stopped just half an inch from his face.
A muffled thud!
Although the leg didn't touch his face, the violent force of the leg felt like a real iron fist.
It slammed heavily into Park Joon-ho's face.
Park Joon-ho let out a muffled groan, his entire face instantly turning bruised and deformed.
Blood gushed from his nose on the spot, and he was like a kite with a broken string.
It flew backwards several meters away and crashed hard onto a soft mat several meters away.
It slid a long way, knocking over the mat, and didn't move for a long time.
Lu Jingchen steadily pulled his leg back, his face expressionless, his tone indifferent.
Lu Jingchen said:
"With such limited skills, he dares to call himself an expert?"
"She's just making a fool of herself."
He turned his head to look at Su Muyue beside him, and his tone instantly softened.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Let's go, there's nothing more to see."
Lu Jingchen didn't even glance at Park Junho, who was sprawled on the cushion like a dead dog.
He turned around, put his arm around Su Muyue's shoulder, and walked towards the entrance of the dojo.
Ma Xiaodong stood to the side, completely dumbfounded and speechless.
His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg, and he was stunned for a long time.
Only after seeing Lu Jingchen leave did she suddenly realize what had happened and quickly followed after him.
Like a little follower, always scurrying around, his eyes full of admiration.
The huge taekwondo dojo fell into dead silence instantly.
You could hear a pin drop.
Zhao Lei and the members of the Taekwondo club were all frozen in place.
They didn't dare to breathe, as if they had been frozen in place.
What they just witnessed completely terrified them.
He defeated Park Jun-ho, a sixth-degree black belt, with a single leg strike from a distance. What kind of god-like move is that?
Park Joon-ho collapsed on the soft cushion, unable to recover for a long time.
His hands trembled as he touched his swollen, deformed cheeks, wincing in pain at the slightest touch.
His face was swollen like a pig's head, and blood was still flowing from his nose. He looked extremely disheveled.
But compared to the physical pain, the fear in his heart was almost overwhelming him.
Park Joon-ho muttered to himself in a trembling voice, his teeth chattering.
Park Joon-ho said:
"If that kick had actually hit my face..."
"Am I going to die on the spot?"
As he spoke, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf turning in the wind.
Cold sweat poured down his back, instantly soaking through his martial arts uniform.
Even his undershirt was soaked through, as if it had been pulled out of the water.
He looked up at the empty gate; Lu Jingchen's figure had long since disappeared.
But the terrifying pressure from before still weighed heavily on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
Park Joon-ho, his voice trembling with fear, muttered to himself:
"Is this what Chinese martial arts are?"
"So martial arts are this terrifying..."
"How dare I say that martial arts are just fancy moves... I must have had a death wish..."
Zhao Lei stood aside, watching Park Joon-ho's terrified appearance, his legs trembling.
He knew perfectly well that he was completely finished this time.
Not only did they fail to regain their composure, they also made a complete fool of themselves; it was pure clownish behavior.
I'm afraid I'll never be able to hold my head up high at school again.
On the street outside the school, the shade of the plane trees completely blocked out the scorching sunlight.
Lu Jingchen walked forward steadily, Su Muyue linked arms with him, and the two strolled leisurely.
Ma Xiaodong followed closely behind like a devoted fan.
His face was full of disbelief and fanatical worship, and he gestured wildly, mimicking the actions he had just performed.
Ma Xiaodong said excitedly:
"Dude! You're amazing!"
"How did you manage to injure someone from a distance just now?"
"His legs didn't even touch anyone before that stick sent him flying!"
"This is practically like the internal energy cultivation techniques from martial arts novels!"
He got more and more excited as he talked, and his spittle was practically flying out of his mouth.
Ma Xiaodong also said:
"And how could your sister-in-law be so amazing with that move just now?"
"Kicking a 180-pound man flying with one kick, that was absolutely awesome!"
"You two are absolutely amazing!"
"A perfect couple, their fighting power is off the charts!"
Lu Jingchen was so exasperated by what he heard that he had no idea what to do and interrupted his incessant chatter.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Alright, alright, stop yelling."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Go and do your own thing."
"Stop following me, go do what you're supposed to do."
As Lu Jingchen spoke, he waved to him.
Clearly unwilling to offer further explanation, he continued to hold Su Muyue's hand and walk forward.
Ma Xiaodong was a sensible person; he immediately chuckled and stopped following.
Ma Xiaodong said:
"Okay! Take care, brother! Take care, sister-in-law!"
"Just let me know if you need anything! I'll be there whenever you call!"
Without saying a word, Ma Xiaodong turned tail and ran away.
After running quite a distance, she turned back and gave Lu Jingchen's retreating figure a thumbs-up.
Lu Jingchen watched Ma Xiaodong's retreating figure and shook his head helplessly.
Su Muyue leaned against him and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Su Muyue said:
"Your roommate is quite interesting, like a little follower."
Lu Jingchen smiled and ruffled her hair, saying:
"What a clown, all he does is stir up trouble all day long."
The two smiled at each other and continued walking along the street.
The afternoon breeze carries the faint scent of gardenias, which is very pleasant.
The farce that just happened at the dojo was nothing to me, like stepping on an ant; I didn't take it to heart at all.