Volume 2: Great Cultivation Method Treasure Chapter 35: Spouting Frivolous Words

  The second update is here, with 3000 words.

  Park Jeong-eum furrowed his brow and his gaze was already directed towards the source of the sound.

  At this moment, all the eyes of teachers and students in the scene were focused on a boy who was about 1.95 meters tall, with an exceptionally strong physique and a resolute face, because of his words and actions.

  "Lu Dinghai, didn't he drop out?" a teacher standing beside Chu Yu and Su Jingyi whispered to another teacher by his side.

  "That's right, because of the impact of that fight six months ago, he was already expelled from school." Mentioning the fight six months ago, which was the most violent in CY Middle School's history, the teacher felt a chill run down his spine and wondered, "How did he end up here? Our school should have nothing to do with him anymore!"

  The nearby instructor looked displeased and said: "It was I who told him to come over this afternoon to settle the refund of his tuition fees."

  "It's been half a year since I dropped out of school, and it wasn't until today that I finally settled the tuition refund..."

  The director of education said with a bad tone: "Do you think I wanted him to come so late?! In that fight, he beat up eight thugs by himself, three of whom were diagnosed as second-level disabled. One against eight, do you think he's Superman? If it wasn't for me calling 120 and sending him to the hospital in time, his life would have been gone. As a result, he stayed in the hospital for half a year, and I only found out yesterday that he was discharged two days ago, so I let him come today to settle the refund..."

  "It's all over, this kid has never been peaceful, I think he's going to cause trouble. Director, you'd better step in and persuade Lu Dinghai to leave first, or our school will lose face!"

  Just as the teacher was speaking, Lu Dinghai uttered another arrogant remark, "I'm saying that Korean stick, you're not very good at Chinese, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

  Park Jeong-eum's expression was extremely angry, his eyes locked tightly on Lu Dinghai: "Taekwondo is Korea's national martial art, it's an original martial skill, you're slandering."

  "Slander or not, the truth will be revealed. Lu Dinghai's mouth curled up slightly, showing a scornful expression: "Dare to bet with me?"

  "Lu Dinghai, you are no longer a student of our school. If you continue to cause trouble, I will..." Principal Huang's words were cut off by Pak Chung-eum, who said: "Good, today let me show you the power of Taekwondo and teach you that words cannot be spoken recklessly."

  "Mr. Pu, isn't this going too far? After all, we're in school, a civilized place, and there are so many students present, not to mention that person is not even from our school..."

  "Principal, you also heard what he just said. His insult to taekwondo is an insult to my personal character. It can't be let go like this."

  Park Jeong-eon is an extreme enthusiast of Taekwondo, but he indeed has a natural talent for martial arts. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to obtain the 6th dan black belt at the age of 32, which is equivalent to being a Taekwondo expert.

  At this moment, hearing that there's a good show to watch, and one of them is the best fighter in school, while the other is a sixth-degree black belt in taekwondo, hundreds of students surrounding them all started cheering, with chants of "fight" ringing in their ears. Even among the teachers, there were quite a few who were looking forward to seeing the two fight it out, they just didn't say anything.

  On the other hand, the students of the Baisen Dojo have absolute confidence in their chief coach, and the cheers are even louder.

  Seeing that the situation was no longer under his control, Principal Huang also knew that persuading Pu Zhengyin would not work, so he walked a few steps forward and came to Lu Dinghai's side, saying in a low voice: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Pu, otherwise..."

  "Otherwise, what? Don't try to scare me with this. He's the one who has been passing off our Chinese martial arts as his own. I'm just pointing out his mistake. And another thing, Principal, don't forget that you also said it earlier - I'm no longer a student of your school, so what right do you have to control me?" Lu Dinghai's words almost suffocated Principal Huang with one breath.

  Lu Dinghai said, after finishing his speech, he walked three steps forward and stood five steps away from Park Jeong-eun, who was burning with anger: "If you don't need to warm up, let's start fighting now. Wasting too much time on you is really a meaningless thing."

  "You asked for it." Park Jeong-eum spat out the four words one by one, and then his body charged forward, a powerful fist sinking heavily into Lu Dinghai's abdomen.

  "Alright, coach one-punch kill this ignorant kid." A certain Baosheng student who played online games too much excitedly shouted.

  Lu Dinghai faced Park Jeong-eon's extremely fast punch, and surprisingly didn't dodge or evade. As he shook his shoulder, he took a horse stance and threw out another punch, apparently intending to collide head-on.

  "Last time, I saw the coach break a half-inch thick iron plate with one punch...” A female student from Baisheng seemed to be unable to bear the sight of Lu Dinghai's broken bones and turned her head away.

  A loud crash of bone against bone, flesh against flesh, caused all the onlookers to involuntarily burst into applause. The intense collision between Lu Dinghai and Park Jeong-eum was evenly matched, with both people retreating three steps under the force of the rebound before stabilizing their stances. However, there was a slight difference in their expressions.

  Park Jeong-eum still had an angry face, with a hint of surprise. On the other hand, Yook Dung-hae's expression flashed a hint of pain, his right fist trembled slightly, and then he bit his lip tightly, frowning at Park Jeong-eum without saying a word.

  If one were to find someone in the audience who remained unmoved, it would naturally be Chu Yu. This kind of competition between mortals was not enough to make this great master of alchemy change his expression.

  Just by making a casual observation, Chu Yu had already figured out the specific strengths of the two individuals and the final outcome of this duel.

  "That big guy must have never thought that this Korean also has internal energy, after all he's too young and impulsive. If they continue to clash head-on, the big guy will definitely lose."

  Just as Chu Yu thought, Lu Dinghai was also worried at this moment. He originally thought that Park Jeong-eun was just an ordinary taekwondo black belt, and with his own ancestral qigong skills, combined with a set of ancestral Xingyiquan, he could easily deal with such a person without internal strength. Who would have thought that the opponent also had qigong, and when it came to internal strength, he was stronger than himself.

  Lu Dinghai was also a stubborn man. Now that things had come to this, he would rather die than admit his mistake and back down. "At worst, we'll both be defeated, who's afraid of whom."

  After the first exchange, they paused for a few seconds before almost simultaneously, Lu Dinghai and Park Jeong-eum rushed towards each other. For a moment, fists and legs intertwined, creating an exceptionally brilliant display of martial arts. Moreover, since both were cultivators with internal energy, every punch or kick contained several times the strength of an ordinary person, imbued with a hidden force that could cause injury, making the fight even more intense and thrilling.

  Park Jeong-eum started learning Taekwondo at the age of 5, and began training in Qi at the age of 7. To this day, he has been practicing for over 20 years, with experience and inner strength far surpassing that of Lu Dinghai.

  Originally, Lu Dinghai could have used the exquisite techniques of his ancestral Shape-Intention Fist to fight him evenly, but as the battle wore on and his strength was depleted, Lu Dinghai gradually fell behind, his heavy breathing audible to the surrounding students.

  Seeing Lu Dinghai's moves gradually becoming disordered and deformed, Chu Yu couldn't help but slightly shake his head and secretly say: "This big guy actually has a rare and excellent foundation, it would be a pity if he were to be injured by that Korean in such a way..."

  Just then, Su Jingyi let out a cry of surprise, causing Chu Yu to turn his attention back to the battlefield. He saw that Park Jeong-eun was getting more and more fierce, with a series of consecutive kicks that were so strong they left Lu Dinghai unable to lift his arms. At this moment, Park Jeong-eun's mouth curled up into a sly smile as he thought to himself, "Anyone who dares to insult Taekwondo will have to pay the price... I'll kick your meridians to pieces and see how you can still be arrogant in the future..."

  Just as Lu Dinghai's arms fell, Park Jeong-eun added a cold sneer, "Not only did Chinese martial arts evolve from our Korean Taekwondo, but even the Dragon Boat Festival, an intangible cultural heritage, and traditional Chinese medicine were all originally created by us Koreans. It was you Chinese who actually plagiarized."

  Park Jeong-eum spoke extremely quickly, his voice barely audible to the two of them, but it was impossible to escape Chu Yu's six senses. "This arrogant Korean bastard... even someone as low-key as me is angry..."

  But Lü Dinghai, if he were to come up with a humiliating move like "Lazy Donkey Rolls" at this moment, would be able to dodge Park Jeong-eun's follow-up kick. However, his stubbornness clearly didn't allow him to do so. "I'd rather die than roll", I reckon these six words are flashing in his mind right now.

  Just as he was about to fall into the hands of Park Jeong-eum, a white and extremely powerful hand suddenly appeared behind Lu Dinghai's back, followed by a surge of great strength that lifted his 190-pound body entirely off the ground, barely avoiding Park Jeong-eum's fatal kick.