The entire venue fell silent, even the chairman’s mouth hung open, his shoulders trembling slightly in surprise.
Not only the veteran chairman, but the coaches from all four cities cast sideways glances, their faces ashen.
The audience felt a sudden emptiness in their breath, as if the very oxygen had been swept away by the rampaging killing intent!
“It seems your black belt seventh dan has quite a bit of water in it.”
Xiao Chong flipped over, landing steadily on the referee’s head. He then kicked the referee out of the ring and swaggered back to Peng Lin. “Useless. Still want to fight me? If you want to be crippled, then go ahead!”
As Peng Lin shakily prepared to get up, Xiao Chong stomped on him, his sole twisting and grinding viciously against his back. Though fire burned within him, he appeared utterly weak against sheer power.
“Useless people should prostrate themselves on the ground.”
With that, Xiao Chong cast a cold glare at everyone present and laughed maniacally, “Host, the referee has been knocked out. Shouldn’t you announce the match result?”
Yue Ran naturally dared not look at Xiao Chong’s ravenous face and instead shifted her gaze to the two highly respected chief judges. Just then, a muffled roar came from Huang Yulong below the stage. “It’s not wrong for young people to be ambitious, but I’ve never seen anyone as arrogant as you!”
“Arrogant? This is arrogant? You’re probably the kind of people who’ve lived in high society since childhood. If you had experienced debt collection, plunder, had a mother addicted to alcohol, and a gambler for a father, then you might understand what arrogance is. You people now are not qualified to judge me.”
Xiao Chong’s gaze gradually darkened. All negative emotions quietly sprouted within him like March vines, finally converging into several booming words that echoed in his mind: Rage, Hatred!
“Do you think you’re the unluckiest person in the entire world?”
Peng Lin felt the anger within him ignite. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to rise under the immense pressure on his back!
*Thump!*
Xiao Chong wagged his finger and stomped down heavily again. “Useless, you have no right to speak.”
“Good kid, let me experience your formidable skills!”
Huang Yulong, ignoring his disciples’ attempts to stop him, strode into the ring. At this point, Chu Tianxiong, Xiao Chong’s coach, still stood with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of intervening.
As Huang Yulong calmly took his stance, the entire audience erupted.
“You brat, you’re too arrogant. I actually thought about becoming your fan, but this utterly brutal fellow isn’t even qualified to participate in a Taekwondo competition!”
“Exactly, he should be expelled immediately!”
“Oh, come on, maybe this kid is just here to cause trouble. Now I’m more worried about Coach Huang Yulong, what if~”
“What if what? Do you think he can’t even defeat this savage kid?”
The clamoring debates dispersed with the wind. Yue Ran realized that the two chief judges seemed to have no intention of helping at all, and she couldn’t help but swallow, her body trembling slightly.
The Taekwondo competition had already swept towards an uncontrollable direction like a tropical storm.
“Oh? Interesting. A disciple is humiliated, and the master comes out for revenge. It’s only reasonable,” Xiao Chong kicked Peng Lin away again, walked towards Huang Yulong with his hands behind his back, and added, “However, what if even the master is defeated? Where will that leave his face?”
This statement immediately sent shockwaves through the entire venue, with shouts of condemnation ringing out endlessly. But the more excited the audience became, the more exhilarated Xiao Chong felt, as if a dark crimson light was about to flow from his eyes.
“Being able to easily defeat a black belt seventh dan, I admit your strength. However, there’s a world of difference between a seventh dan who trains daily and one whose clothes are starting to loosen!”
Huang Yulong bowed slightly, embodying the elegance of Taekwondo.
“You talk a lot of nonsense. Come on, beat me first, then you can give your long speech!”
Xiao Chong saw no need for pleasantries. He was like a sharp sword shot from a taut bow. With his first move, he unleashed a ‘Vajra Subduing Demon Hand,’ a technique at least a black belt sixth dan could execute perfectly!
The palm wind was fierce, mixed with the whistling of the wind entering the martial arts hall, making Huang Yulong dare not be careless. Taekwondo, to put it simply, was about dismantling techniques. If there was a move, there was always a way to dismantle it. Masters not only mastered exquisite techniques but also cultivated the art of dismantling them.
This Vajra Subduing Demon Hand focused on ‘strength,’ and this strength was not mere brute force; it also contained subtle power. If one were not careful, the hand extended to block the attack could not only be fractured but would likely slip, resulting in a blow to the chest!
Huang Yulong’s expression slightly sank. He hadn’t known how capable this Xiao Chong was when he wasn’t on the stage. Now, as the palm wind pressed down, his aura was no less than his own. Any trace of underestimation was gone, and he blocked his opponent’s attack with his Star-Plucking Hand.
“Not bad. As expected of a black belt seventh dan master.” Xiao Chong’s attack missed, but his收势 (shōushì – retraction/ending of a technique) was extremely fast. His face wasn’t flushed, and he wasn’t out of breath. As he spoke, a spinning roundhouse kick slammed towards Huang Yulong’s face.
After blocking the previous move, Huang Yulong’s hands felt a dull ache from the opponent’s heavy force, so he decided to engage in a leg-fight with him.
The surging energy swirled, and dust danced on the ring. The two figures were sometimes like counter-rotating dust devils, sometimes like two black dots colliding, and sometimes they countered each other with exquisite punches and kicks. The scene became increasingly shocking, and the nonchalant expression on Huang Yulong’s face was completely replaced by an undeniable fear!
This was not an opponent he could defeat.
Huang Yulong’s inner fortitude was the first to crumble, and his flaws began to appear frequently with his collapsing mind.
Xiao Chong was like a human cheat code. Seizing the opponent’s numerous openings, his attacks became increasingly fierce and violent.
In an instant, Huang Yulong had taken several heavy punches and kicks from his opponent. He staggered back several steps, using the ropes to regain his balance. His throat suddenly felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out!
As the host city’s representative team coach, Donglü City’s coach naturally couldn’t afford to lose face in front of his fellow townsfolk. He forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood.
However, Xiao Chong was a person of such volatile and ferocious nature, he had already seen that Huang Yulong was at his limit. How could he miss this excellent opportunity? He immediately unleashed various brilliant techniques, overwhelming Huang Yulong with a tidal wave of attacks.
In Huang Yulong’s eyes, he could only see countless black dots shooting towards him. His raised hand seemed to have lost its strength, hanging down like a dead snake. Just as the opponent’s ruthless fists and kicks were about to land on Huang Yulong, a peerlessly graceful figure instantly swept onto the ring and, at the last critical moment, used a precise dismantling technique to neutralize Xiao Chong’s onslaught!