Lin Tian didn’t know anything about the High-level Tornado Kick, but seeing Cui Haolong execute it, it indeed had some power; its momentum surpassed that of the male coach by several levels, clearly showing his skills were far beyond just a fourth-degree black belt.
Facing the aggressive Tornado Kick, Lin Tian remained unflustered, blocking with one hand raised. With a "smack," when the leg and hand clashed, Lin Tian didn’t budge, while Cui Haolong was sent flying backwards, taking several steps back before he could stabilize himself.
"This..." The students, who had been full of anticipation, once again gaped, as their Director’s mighty Tornado Kick was easily blocked by this young man with just one hand.
"Director Cui is actually at a disadvantage!"
The students believed that their Director was merely at a disadvantage, not truly defeated.
"Heh, Director Cui Haolong, right? Try a bit harder, I can still take it." Lin Tian gestured to Cui Haolong with a wave of his hand and chuckled.
"This young man, he’s so arrogant even in the face of Director Cui."
"You’re wrong, his strength is evident; he has the right to be arrogant."
Cui Haolong stared intently at Lin Tian, completely ignoring the surrounding chatter, his recent Tornado Kick having been easily blocked, and the spot on his leg where he had been blocked still throbbing painfully, as if he had kicked an iron lump.
"Hey..." Cui Haolong exhaled and shouted, taking three quick steps and leaping again, but this time it wasn’t a High-level Tornado Kick but a more agile series of kicks in mid-air.
Lin Tian was very familiar with these aerial kicks, as they were often seen in martial arts movies, and it was impressive for any taekwondo master to perform up to a triple kick.
It tested a person’s strength and speed; without enough strength, no number of kicks would be effective, and maintaining the same power in three consecutive kicks, or even increasing the power with each kick, was extremely difficult.
"In the eyes of ordinary people, you are already very capable, but in my eyes, you’re still not up to par. Let’s end this game; I have already given you a chance to demonstrate your skills. Let’s call it quits," Lin Tian suddenly dropped his casual smile and said abruptly.
The students didn’t understand what he meant, the two coaches didn’t understand, and neither did Zhao Rong or Sister Jin. End this game? Was this young man just playing the whole time? Before they could figure it out, Cui Haolong’s first kick had already reached Lin Tian’s head.
Lin Tian once again extended a hand, accurately grabbing Cui Haolong’s ankle and pulling him back. Caught off balance, Cui Haolong was reeled in. Lin Tian grabbed his belt with his other hand, lifted him high with both arms.
No matter how much Cui Haolong struggled, he couldn’t free himself from Lin Tian’s hold; he, the proud Director of a taekwondo gym, was embarrassingly hoisted up, utterly powerless to retaliate.
The whole training hall fell silent, no one dared to utter a word. After several seconds, the students simultaneously erupted into a loud "wow," interspersed with the shrill screams of the female students.
"Director Cui, he..."
"He’s finished, completely finished. Such a defeat is even more suffocating than being beaten by a punch."
"Lin Tian, what are you doing? Put Director Cui down. We agreed on a friendly match, your actions are against the rules!" Mr. Qi stood up and shouted desperately.
He had to be desperate, as he had invested a lot of money in this gym, and Cui Haolong was the gym’s figurehead; if this figurehead was shattered, the gym would definitely have to shut down. After such an immense humiliation, who would come to learn here?
"Want me to put him down? Alright." Lin Tian gave a sinister smile, giving him a bad premonition.
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