ryethenovel Chapter 91: Black Belt Level 2 Mocking Traditional Martial Arts as Waste!
Chapter 91: Black Belt Level 2 Mocking Traditional Martial Arts as Waste!
The indoor space of the Taekwondo club was bustling with noise and packed with people.
The area was packed with students, three or four deep, all holding up their phones like a forest, recording the scene.
In the center of the arena, a thick taekwondo mat was laid out, and two groups of people were facing off in a tense standoff.
In the center of the arena, Sun Hao, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now had a fierce look on his face.
He suddenly took a step forward and twisted his waist, delivering a fierce high spinning kick straight towards Shi Lei's face.
The kick was accompanied by a whooshing sound, incredibly ruthless, clearly intended to kill the opponent instantly and completely subdue them.
Instead of retreating, Shi Lei advanced, firmly planting his feet in a horse stance.
Suddenly, he turned sideways and lowered his shoulder, his whole body like a cannonball, delivering a powerful and heavy Iron Mountain Lean, slamming hard into Sun Hao's chest.
A muffled thud made everyone around gasp.
Sun Hao was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.
He fell heavily onto the mat behind him, slid a long way, and couldn't get up for a long time.
He was curled up, clutching his chest, his face flushed red, and he couldn't even breathe properly.
Su Muyue stood on the outskirts of the crowd, her eyes brightening slightly, and she couldn't help but speak.
Su Muyue said:
"This is the Iron Mountain Lean from Bajiquan."
"Looks like your roommate actually has some skills; he wasn't just practicing blindly."
Lu Jingchen stood to the side with his arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He nodded slightly, his eyes full of understanding, clearly having already seen through Shi Lei's true nature.
Lu Jingchen said:
"I've been training since I was a child, so my foundation is very solid."
"He just lacks practical experience, otherwise that blow just now could have knocked the guy out of his wits."
The students watching instantly erupted in a clamor, and shouts surged forth like a tidal wave.
"Holy crap! That was awesome! That was such a cool crash!"
"Who says traditional martial arts are just fancy moves? Isn't this more powerful than a roundhouse kick?"
"Weren't those Taekwondo guys just incredibly arrogant? They got taken down so easily?"
On the other side of the crowd, Zhao Lei, the president of the Taekwondo club, frowned instantly.
He pushed aside the onlookers in front of him and strode to the center of the field with a dark expression.
His martial arts uniform was embroidered with the insignia of a second-degree black belt, and his aura instantly became imposing.
Zhao Lei spoke coldly:
"Stop arguing."
"Let me have a go at him."
Sun Hao clutched his chest and finally managed to get up from the mat.
His face was full of resentment and unwillingness, but he didn't dare to say a word and obediently retreated behind Zhao Lei.
Like a defeated rooster, he couldn't even lift his head.
Zhao Lei crossed his arms and looked down at Shi Lei, his face full of arrogance.
Zhao Lei said:
"Kid, let me tell you, my name is Zhao Lei."
"A second-degree black belt in Taekwondo, I have participated in provincial competitions and achieved a top-five ranking."
"If you don't want to get hurt, it's not too late to admit defeat now, so you won't be embarrassed later."
Shi Lei took a deep breath, his relaxed expression instantly vanishing, replaced by a more serious one.
He rearranged his stance to the starting position of Bajiquan, firmly planted his feet in a horse stance, and dared not be careless in the slightest.
Shi Lei said:
"Enough talk, let's fight."
"I'd like to see just how tough your Taekwondo really is."
Zhao Lei roared angrily and charged forward like a cheetah.
His leg techniques were incredibly fierce, with horizontal kicks, side kicks, and downward kicks, one after another, leaving no room for error.
Each kick whistled through the air, ruthless and aimed straight for vital points.
Shi Lei remained calm and countered each move with his fists and palms, managing to withstand several attacks.
The two instantly became entangled in combat, exchanging punches and kicks, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged no less than ten moves.
The surrounding noise stopped, and everyone held their breath, not daring to blink.
Looking at the situation on the field, Su Muyue shook her head slightly and whispered to Lu Jingchen.
Su Muyue said:
"Lu Jingchen, your roommate won't last much longer."
"He has a good foundation, but his practical experience is far too lacking, and he's making more and more mistakes."
"Zhao Lei has played in provincial competitions before, so he's very cunning."
Lu Jingchen nodded slightly, his face expressionless, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
A knowing glint flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he had already seen through the situation on the field.
Lu Jingchen said:
"It's already quite an achievement that we've managed to hold on until now."
"They were too eager to attack, which exposed all their weaknesses."
Sure enough, the situation on the field changed instantly as soon as he finished speaking.
Zhao Lei seized an opening when Shi Lei withdrew his fist and suddenly took a step forward.
A heavy side kick struck Shi Lei squarely in the abdomen.
Shi Lei staggered back several steps, almost falling to the ground.
He clutched his stomach, his face turning deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.
It took him a long time to recover, but he could no longer maintain his stance and had clearly lost.
Shi Lei lowered his hands, his face full of dejection, but he still straightened his back.
Shi Lei said:
"I lost."
"Even if I lose, it's just because I'm not as skilled as my opponent."
"It's not that traditional martial arts are inferior to Taekwondo, nor is it some kind of fancy but ineffective style."
Zhao Lei scoffed on the spot, his face full of disdain and mockery.
Zhao Lei said:
"Tch, stubborn as a mule."
"A loss is a loss. What excuses are you making? Traditional martial arts are just a bunch of useless trash that look good but are no good at all."
Shi Lei was so angry that his face turned red and the veins on his neck bulged.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Ultimately, you're simply outmatched; a loss is a loss, and there's no use in arguing about it.
Shi Lei gritted his teeth and said, word by word:
"I will challenge you again a year from now."
"When the time comes, I will definitely show you the true power of traditional martial arts."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately threw his head back and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over, his face full of contempt.
Zhao Lei said:
"Okay, I'll be waiting."
"I'll still be a year from now. If you dare to come looking for me, I'm ready to fight you anytime."
"But I advise you not to waste your time. Even if you train for another ten years, you will never be my match."
"After all, your so-called traditional martial arts are nothing but worthless trash."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the martial arts club trembled with anger, but no one dared to step forward.
After losing five games in a row, no one can beat Zhao Lei. Going up there would be pointless and would only make him look more humiliating.
Just then, a mocking voice pierced through the noisy crowd.
It was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone in the center of the field.
Lu Jingchen said with a smile:
"What a boastful tone."
"Just because you won a few matches, you dare to say that traditional martial arts are useless?"
As he spoke, he pushed through the crowd and slowly walked into the center of the venue.
He walked with a relaxed gait, a faint smile on his face, showing no sign of nervousness.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Ma Xiaodong, Shi Lei, and Li Mo turned around abruptly.
Upon seeing Lu Jingchen emerge, the three men's eyes lit up instantly, bursting with brilliance.
As if seeing a savior, the dejection on his face vanished instantly.
Ma Xiaodong immediately shouted excitedly, his voice almost cracking.
Ma Xiaodong said:
"Big brother! What are you doing here?!"
"You've finally arrived! These bastards are bullying us! They start by calling traditional martial arts practitioners trash!"
Shi Lei also looked at Lu Jingchen, his eyes filled with gratitude and excitement.
He was furious after being mocked by Zhao Lei, but seeing Lu Jingchen made him feel instantly at ease.
He knew his roommate's abilities all too well. During military training, he could easily subdue even the elite instructors. Dealing with a second-degree black belt would be a piece of cake for him.
Zhao Lei frowned instantly when he saw Lu Jingchen suddenly appear.
She looked him up and down, and seeing his refined and scholarly appearance, her eyes instantly filled with disdain.
In his eyes, this was just an ordinary college student, someone who was just there to join in the fun, and he was not worth mentioning at all.
Zhao Lei crossed his arms and looked at Lu Jingchen with a mocking expression.
Zhao Lei said:
"What? You're not happy about losing, so you've brought help?"
"What? You want to stand up for your useless traditional martial arts practitioners too?"
"I advise you not to cause trouble, lest you get hurt and end up crying and begging for the teacher, which would be so embarrassing."
Lu Jingchen's smile remained unchanged as he slowly took two steps forward.
He stood in front of Shi Lei, shielding him behind him, and glanced indifferently at Zhao Lei.
Lu Jingchen said:
"No need to wait a year."
"Didn't you say traditional martial arts are useless?"
"I'm standing right here now. If you can withstand even one of my moves, I'll consider myself the loser."
These words immediately caused an uproar in the room.
The students watching went crazy, and a chorus of voices surged forth.
"Holy crap? One move? This guy's way too arrogant!"
"That's a second-degree black belt! Top five in provincial competitions! You think you can take him down in one move?"
"Who's this guy? How dare he say that? Isn't he afraid of being proven wrong?"
Zhao Lei's face instantly darkened, and he burst out laughing in anger.
In all his years, this was the first time he had been publicly provoked like this, especially by someone who looked like a frail college student.
Zhao Lei said:
"Great! Excellent!"
"This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant brat! Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"
"Don't say I'm bullying you. Don't even mention one move; if you can withstand three of my moves, I'll consider it a loss!"
Lu Jingchen chuckled lightly, shook his head, and his face was full of disdain.
Lu Jingchen said:
"No need for three moves, one move is enough."
"Stop talking nonsense and make your move."
"Otherwise, you might not even have a chance to make a move later."
The surrounding noise stopped instantly, and everyone held their breath.
All eyes were focused on the two people in the center of the arena.
Ma Xiaodong and his two companions clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Su Muyue leaned against the edge of the field, arms crossed, a faint smile on her face, showing no sign of worry.
She knew Lu Jingchen's abilities all too well. Dealing with a second-degree black belt was like a dimensional reduction attack; he could easily crush an ant.