Just now, every attack from Cui Haolong had been aimed at vital spots—hitting without killing would still maim. Now that he had lost, Mr. Qi brought up the matter of sparring, truly a shameless act by a shameless person. Lin Tian grabbed Cui Haolong’s ankle, swinging him round, and the swinging got faster and faster, while Cui Haolong emitted continuously pitiful cries.
"Lin Tian, didn’t you agree to release Mr. Cui? Why stoop so low, your word means nothing, are you even a man?" Mr. Qi, not daring to come forward to rescue, could only provoke Lin Tian verbally, hoping Lin Tian would be agitated and let go of Cui Haolong.
"What’s your hurry, I didn’t say I wouldn’t let go, watch him fly." With one last swing, Lin Tian sent Cui Haolong flying, soaring over the heads of the crowd into the distance, his screams trailing behind him.
With a loud "boom," Cui Haolong crashed into the Taekwondo hall’s plaque, shattering the wooden plaque into pieces before rolling to the ground, unable to move anymore.
Mr. Qi and Sister Jin were the first to react, shouting as they rushed towards Cui Haolong. Vice Director Jin and the coaching assistants also ran over, anxiously examining Cui Haolong’s injuries. It was the first time someone from the higher-ups of the dojo had been battered, as it had always been they who injured those who challenged them. Now that it was their turn, they panicked.
"With such a heavy impact just now, Mr. Cui couldn’t possibly have died, could he?" a female student stretched her neck out to see.
"Don’t talk nonsense, that plaque isn’t made of iron. How could a bump kill him? You think Mr. Cui is made of tofu? At most he’s injured," a blue belt student retorted.
Things had developed to this stage, totally beyond what the people from the dojo expected. The students were stealthily glancing at Lin Tian, as if trying to see what made this handsome young man so formidable that he continuously defeated two of the dojo’s top experts.
So young, not even older than me, it’s hard to see what makes him so formidable, seemingly a master from beyond this world—this was the conclusion the students came to at that moment. Ultimately, they decided that this young man named Lin Tian was a young hermit master.
"Lin Tian!" Zhao Rong, who had been shocked and dazed, suddenly screamed hysterically, her eyes somewhat crazed. She shrieked, "I’ll fight you! I don’t believe you’d dare hit a defenseless woman. If you dare to fight back, I’ll ruin your reputation, hahaha..."
In a mad dash, she threw herself forward, completely reckless.
"Hmph!" Lin Tian snorted coldly and lifted his foot, shaking the ground.
Those nearby felt the floor tremble, then with a "bang," the wooden floor within a five-meter radius of Lin Tian completely shattered and then collapsed. A circular hole ten meters in diameter appeared, revealing the cement ground below; the inner hardwood floors had broken, and many long cracks appeared around the hole.
Zhao Rong stood at the edge of the hole, completely frozen, her eyes filled with deep fear as she looked at the sudden appearance of the hole, her body slowly collapsing, and she fell to the floor, unable to speak.
The other students weren’t faring much better, having been numbed by repeated shocks. Yet another heart-stopping scene occurred towards the end, jolting their numb hearts into trembling again.
Some female students already had stars in their eyes, looking at Lin Tian with a mix of admiration, worship, and affection. With such a man by their side, why learn self-defense? He was the safest haven.
"Alas, not even God can stop him from showing off. May heaven strike him with lightning and take him away," Zhang Lingyu exaggeratedly sighed to the heavens.
"Not at all, I think it’s pretty good," Xiao Manxuan blinked her big eyes, her gaze filled with captivating ripples.
"Ah, heavens, take this girl as well." Zhang Lingyu said helplessly as he looked at Xiao Manxuan.
However, the little girl didn’t retort petulantly as usual but instead spoke softly, "If you were like me, you would understand that feeling, the sense of security."
Zhang Lingyu and Ning Luoxi exchanged a glance and said nothing.
"Cui Haolong, stop pretending. If you continue to feign unconsciousness, this entire dojo will turn into this mess," Lin Tian shouted, no longer paying attention to Zhao Rong and instead calling out to Cui Haolong.
Mr. Qi and his group were pinching acupoints and soothing the abdomen, and after the initial shock, Cui Haolong had actually woken up. However, he wished he was still unconscious because then he wouldn’t have to face the various stares from so many people at the scene, but a single sentence from Lin Tian shattered his small hope.
Sure enough, as soon as Lin Tian finished speaking, Cui Haolong opened his eyes, struggled to sit up, and said, "Lin Tian, you’re going too far."
"I’m going too far? Ha ha, that’s damn funny. For a matter as trivial as an article of clothing, you’ve devised elaborate plots for revenge. If I wasn’t somewhat capable, I would be the one lying on the ground right now. If you must accuse me of bullying you, then so be it, what can you do about it!" Lin Tian laughed, then said disdainfully.
"You..., cough cough..." Cui Haolong was so infuriated that he couldn’t speak, and he began to cough because of injuries and his breath being uneven.
"Stop your nonsense. You know what you’ve done, so don’t play the victim here," Lin Tian huffed coldly and turned away.
"Let’s go," Lin Tian said to Xiao Manxuan and the two other women, walking out of the Taekwondo dojo first, with no one daring to stop them.
As soon as he left, the students also ran off, leaving the place in complete disarray. There would definitely be no classes for the next few days, and some students were already considering dropping out.
Lin Tian had just stepped out into the corridor when several female and male students chased after them, stopping Lin Tian and the others in their tracks.
"Heh, are you looking to stand up for Mr. Cui?" Lin Tian asked the young students, chuckling.
"No... no, you are a master from another world. We practice Taekwondo just to look cool. It’s enough to bully ordinary people, but we wouldn’t dare to challenge you," a man around twenty years old said, looking at Lin Tian with excitement.
This group understood their own limits well; their involvement in martial arts was merely for show, just getting Taekwondo certifications to impress others. If it came to a real fight, they might not even beat a couple of street thugs, who are seasoned through actual street fights.
He couldn’t help but ask oddly, "Then why are you stopping me?"
"Master, please take us as your disciples. We want to learn martial arts from you," several people said in unison.
The sincere expressions amused Zhang Lingyu and the others so much they almost laughed out loud. Lin Tian glanced at the group of male and female students, most of whom were young like himself, probably children from wealthy families. Seeing his skills, they probably got carried away with the idea of learning martial arts.
But Lin Tian also felt a headache coming on. He was not a martial arts master. What could he teach them as his disciples, unless he bit each one and turned them all into zombies?
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