Park Zeren landed lightly on the mat, his handsome face full of confidence. He clearly enjoyed the cheers and gasps coming from the students.
When he noticed Su Xiaomeng clapping enthusiastically for him, his satisfaction grew even more. That girl — he was determined to win her over.
But the moment he remembered her "boyfriend," the smile faded. He turned to glance at Xiao Chen and caught the clear look of disdain on his face.
That contemptuous expression hit a nerve. A trace of cold ruthlessness flashed in Park Zeren's eyes — he had to teach this guy a lesson.
"My friend, didn't you say you wanted to try Taekwondo? Standing so far away, how can you 'experience' anything?"
He spoke with a polite smile, but his eyes were icy.
"Heh, I can see everything from here. Very impressive. Really admirable."
Xiao Chen's expression flipped instantly into a bright smile, as if the disdain earlier had never existed.
"…"
"What are you doing? Oh, don't worry about me. Just keep performing."
Xiao Chen smiled lazily, looking at Park as if watching a circus monkey. He even felt like asking if there were melon seeds or popcorn nearby.
"Board!"
Park's face darkened. He barked an order, wanting to do something even flashier to show this guy his strength.
A board three times thicker than the earlier one was brought out.
"Come on, Oppa!"
"Coach Park, you can do it!"
Hey—ha!
Park leapt high, spun 360 degrees, and smashed his right foot into the board.
Crack! Crack!
"Oppa is amazing!"
"Coach Park is so cool!"
Applause and cheers broke out again. His performance dazzled the students.
"Heh, keep practicing and you'll all be like me someday. This kick is very powerful — if it hit a person, it could easily break bones or even damage internal organs."
Park announced loudly, then shot Xiao Chen a provocative look.
Xiao Chen shrugged, completely ignoring him. A second-rate level, yet showing off like this?
A frog at the bottom of the well — truly limited in vision.
"Judging by your face, you don't believe me?" Park asked coldly.
"Oh, I believe you. Absolutely. When you were spinning earlier, I really thought you were going to fly into the sky."
Xiao Chen replied with perfect seriousness.
"…"
Park almost choked. Obviously sarcasm!
"What? You don't believe in Coach Park's strength? If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself?"
another coach snapped.
"Xiao Chen, come try kicking the board too!"
Su Xiaomeng joined in excitedly. She knew Xiao Chen was strong, but didn't know how strong — so she wanted to see a show.
"Forget it, I don't have the hobby of kicking special planks…"
Xiao Chen declined with a smile.
"Special planks? Hmph, why don't you give it a try then?"
The coaches were irritated, though still trying to sound confident.
These boards weren't easy — without skill and strength, they wouldn't break.
"I really can't break them… No misunderstanding, I'm just here with Xiaomeng to look around, not to challenge your gym."
"Challenge the gym? We're always the ones challenging others," Park scoffed. "No one has dared to come challenge us! I wish someone would — it would prove that Taekwondo is superior to Chinese Kung Fu."
Xiao Chen's smile faded slightly.
"Practice hard. If someone performs well later, I'll bring them along when I go challenge a martial arts gym this afternoon."
"Wow, I can see Coach Park in action again! Last time he kicked that gym's guy before he even reacted!"
"Yeah, a few days ago he fought five people by himself and won them all!"
The students buzzed with excitement.
Xiao Chen shook his head inwardly. Had these kids been brainwashed?
They followed a foreigner to attack Chinese martial arts schools… and felt proud about it?
Chinese Kung Fu required years of disciplined training, season after season.
Taekwondo, on the other hand — flashy moves learned in half a year, black belt in two to three.
Worse, martial arts in China had become chaotic; anyone could open a school now, making people misunderstand the true depth of Kung Fu.
"In Bangguo, I always heard about 'Chinese Kung Fu'," Park continued smugly. "But after coming here, I found almost no worthy opponents."
He struck a dramatic pose, practically glowing with self-satisfaction.
"Now more and more Chinese people are learning Taekwondo instead of Kung Fu. This already proves Taekwondo is superior."
Some older students shifted uncomfortably. After all, they were Chinese — hearing a foreigner openly belittle their own martial arts felt wrong.
But the foreign coaches didn't seem to notice at all.
"I've decided to challenge every martial arts gym in Longhai. I'll prove Taekwondo can replace Kung Fu and become China's new national art!"
He was bragging endlessly, trying to impress Su Xiaomeng by showing how "strong" he was.
"Do you dare to say something like that?"
A cold voice cut him off.
Xiao Chen's smile had completely disappeared.
Park frowned at being interrupted. "What did you say?"
"You came to China and left your brain behind?"
"What did you just say?!" Park stormed toward him.
Xiao Chen looked at him with clear disdain.
"I said you don't know what should be said and what shouldn't."
"Hmph! Am I wrong? This month alone I've beaten five martial arts gyms. None could match me — isn't that proof?"
Xiao Chen opened his mouth to argue, then decided it wasn't worth the breath.
"What? No comeback? Then go find a Chinese expert my age. If he can beat me, I'll apologize. How about that?"
He quickly added, "But he must be close to my age — you can't bring someone who's trained for decades!"
Xiao Chen glanced at Park's arrogant face, then at Su Xiaomeng.
Fine. He'd teach this guy a lesson — and show the girl that this training was useless.
"Okay. How about I fight you?"
"You? Have you even trained?" Park looked him up and down. "I don't bully amateurs."
"Heh, two or three days of practice is enough to bully you."
Xiao Chen smiled faintly.
Park's face turned black. "Fine! Let's see who bullies who!"
He turned to Su Xiaomeng. "Xiaomeng, be our referee?"
"Sure!" she said eagerly.
"Let's go to the ring over there," Park said.
"Alright."
"Fists and feet have no eyes. If I accidentally hurt you…"
"Stop talking nonsense. Whoever gets hurt is just unlucky. If your teeth get knocked out — swallow them yourself."
Xiao Chen leapt into the ring, impatient. They were young — why so much talking?
"Fine!"
Park sneered. Boy, we'll see how you swallow your teeth later.
"Start!"
Su Xiaomeng shouted, excited.
Hey—ha!
Park attacked immediately with a dramatic high-kick aimed at Xiao Chen's head.
Boom!
But Xiao Chen's right leg shot out even faster, like lightning, smashing directly into Park's crotch.
If I say I'll break your eggs, I'll break your eggs, Xiao Chen thought coldly.
Before Park's scream even formed, Xiao Chen kicked again — this time straight into his mouth — sending him flying.
Snap!
Park crashed into the ropes and then collapsed onto the mat.
Pff!
He clutched his crotch, body trembling. He opened his mouth to scream, but instead several teeth flew out and scattered across the ring.
"Aaaahhh!"
A miserable scream tore through the silent gym.
Everyone stared in shock. Even the kids were frozen.
One move.
Just one.
And Coach Park lost.
"Coach Park, go back to Bangguo, fix your teeth, train for a few decades, then come to China and boast about Taekwondo being superior.
Remember — some things shouldn't be said. If you do, be ready to pay the price.
"
Xiao Chen jumped off the ring without another glance.
"Xiaomeng, let's go. Don't come learn Taekwondo anymore. This coach is terrible. If you want to get stronger, I'll teach you."