Chapter 110 【Ling Wei Makes His Entrance】

People who practice martial arts usually have booming voices, and Ling Wei's roar was projected with full force, his voice thunderous, cutting Jin Zhengwei off mid-sentence.

Instantly, everyone, including Jin Zhengwei, turned to look at Ling Wei.

This time, unlike usual, Gu Feng did not stop Ling Wei. In fact, if his position didn't restrain him, Gu Feng would have cursed Jin Zhengwei himself.

Gu Feng could tolerate the claim that Chinese martial arts were in decline, but to say they evolved from Taekwondo—that was more than Gu Feng could stomach!

In Gu Feng's view, that was utter nonsense! It was just like when some Korean netizens loudly proclaimed Confucius was Korean, not Chinese—that was pure bullshit!

Having grown up in a prominent family, Ling Wei carried the blood of a ruthless figure like Ling Yongbing. Seeing over a thousand pairs of eyes on him, he didn't feel nervous. Instead, he stepped forward and said, "If you've got the nerve, prove it with your fists. Don't embarrass yourself up there."

"That's right! If you have the guts, get on the stage and fight! Don't spew bullshit. How could Chinese martial arts have evolved from Taekwondo?"

"Yeah, stop talking nonsense up there!" Some students began to shout. No matter what, they were Chinese, and hearing Jin Zhengwei's nonsense rubbed them the wrong way. The young girls who had earlier cheered for Jin Zhengwei wisely kept quiet, afraid the boys would turn on them.

On the stage, Jin Zhengwei's eyes narrowed to slits upon hearing the students' words, a faint glint of killing intent flashing in his gaze. It was certain that if they were alone, he would have killed Ling Wei—assuming he was capable.

It seemed no one had expected the situation to develop this way. Not only the audience but even the school leaders from Zi Feng Middle School and San Yuan Middle School were stunned. The host, though professional enough to keep her cool, did not break the silence.

Because she also felt Jin Zhengwei was talking nonsense!

Jin Zhengwei quickly composed himself and said coldly, "That's all for the explanation about Taekwondo. Since we've been challenged, let's see the outcome of the match!"

With that, Jin Zhengwei stalked over to his team's bench. Upon reaching his seat, he said angrily, "Later, I'll teach that insolent Chinese a lesson!"

Li Dongguo had witnessed everything. With a cold expression, he said, "Once you're on the stage, go all out. As long as you don't kill anyone, do whatever it takes!"

Li Dongguo had also been angered by Ling Wei's words. As a renowned Taekwondo master, he naturally didn't want to hear any insults directed at Taekwondo.

"Uncle Li, let me go first!" Hearing Li Dongguo's words, Jin Zhengwei seemed particularly excited, as if he believed he could definitely win.

Li Dongguo pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Wei, just to be safe, you'll go last."

When others were around, Li Dongguo would address Jin Zhengwei as "Xiao Wei." Jin Zhengwei was very obedient to Li Dongguo, so although somewhat dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.

After a moment of thought, Li Dongguo turned his gaze to the one with the coldest demeanor among the three, a guy named Park Ji-sung. "Ji-sung, among the three of you, your skills are the best. You'll go first. Remember what I said—I don't just want you to win; I want you to break your opponent's leg!"

"Yes, Teacher!" Park Ji-sung quickly stood up and bowed to Li Dongguo.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Gu Feng patted Ling Wei, who had already changed into his gear, and said seriously, "Ling Wei, once you're on the stage, don't get distracted. Focus entirely on the fight. Also, don't be too careless or impatient. Try to stay calm. That Korean might be a jerk, but his skills aren't bad. His students should have some ability."

"Teacher Gu, don't worry. I know what to do." At critical moments, Ling Wei remained very calm, echoing Ling Yongbing.

Hearing this, Gu Feng felt reassured. Ling Wei's combat skills had improved rapidly, and in Gu Feng's view, he would be hard to match among his peers. As long as he didn't get careless, winning shouldn't be a problem.

Perhaps due to Li Dongguo's earlier nonsense or Ling Wei's rebuttal, the entire venue erupted in unprecedented frenzy. In the stands, over ninety percent of the students stood up, waving their arms and shouting, "Crush the Koreans! Crush the Koreans!"

For a moment, the stadium was filled with loud, unified chants.

In the central audience seats, the principal of San Yuan Middle School couldn't help but snort coldly. "Principal Xu, is this Chinese hospitality?"

"This isn't my students' fault, and it has nothing to do with Chinese hospitality. Blame the student from your school for talking nonsense!" Xu Qin replied coldly. Clearly, Jin Zhengwei's words had also annoyed her. Moreover, Gu Feng was her son-in-law—how could this mother-in-law not side with her own son-in-law?

The principal's expression changed slightly. He shot a sidelong glance at Xu Qin, but upon seeing her cold look, he swallowed his words.

Meanwhile, the host kept gesturing for the students to quiet down.

A few minutes later, thanks to her efforts, the crowd settled down somewhat and gradually stopped shouting.

"Next, please welcome the referees for this martial arts competition," the host said, relieved.

Since Li Dongguo was a towering figure in the Korean Taekwondo world, his arrival had drawn the attention of the World Taekwondo Federation's Hong Kong branch, which also provided the referees.

However, the three referees who appeared all wore somewhat uneasy expressions.

Clearly, they realized the upcoming match was not a simple student competition. Both sides were filled with animosity and would hold nothing back. More importantly, as Chinese people working for the Taekwondo Federation, they couldn't easily favor either side.

After taking their seats, the three referees exchanged glances and nodded, deciding to handle the match fairly.

"Next, let's welcome the first contestant from San Yuan Middle School, Park Ji-sung!"

After briefly introducing the referees, the host immediately called for the contestants to enter. She, too, sensed her role was not simple and that she might offend someone.

To the cheers from the twenty-plus members of San Yuan Middle School's visiting group and some students who admired Korea, Park Ji-sung, dressed in a white Taekwondo uniform with a black belt, slowly walked from the corridor toward the ring.

Clearly, Park Ji-sung was a black belt holder.

In Taekwondo, a black belt signifies the practitioner has undergone long, arduous training, with both technique and mindset reaching maturity. It also symbolizes being unaffected by darkness and fear.

Although the cheers were sparse, Park Ji-sung's indifferent expression remained unchanged. Clearly, he had strong mental fortitude.

Soon, Park Ji-sung reached the ring via the long walkway.

"Next, let's welcome the contestant from Zi Feng Middle School, Ling Wei!"

As soon as the host finished, the audience erupted into thunderous cheers, everyone shouting in unison, "Go, Ling Wei! Crush the Koreans!"

Today, Ling Wei wore a purple Tang suit, giving him a more seasoned appearance.

Facing the cheers, Ling Wei remained calm. His gaze was fixed intently on Park Ji-sung in the ring. At this moment, his eyes were solely on Park Ji-sung.

His goal was clear: to defeat Park Ji-sung!

Walking quickly across the walkway, Ling Wei soon arrived in the ring.

The moment Ling Wei stepped in, Park Ji-sung, who had kept his eyes closed, coldly glanced at him, a faint glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. Clearly, he intended to cripple Ling Wei as instructed.

Because Ling Wei had insulted his teacher—the teacher he respected most.

Ling Wei didn't react impulsively. He calmly walked to stand opposite Park Ji-sung.

With both contestants ready, the host announced the referee's entry.

The referee was a middle-aged man around thirty. His steps were steady, indicating he was also a martial artist.

Entering the ring, the referee smiled and said, "This match is a friendly competition. Remember, friendship first, exchange second. Don't be too harsh."

Though he said this, the referee was uneasy, noticing a faint killing intent in both their eyes—the look of enemies meeting.

After explaining the rules, the referee sighed inwardly.

"Park Ji-sung, third-degree black belt," Park Ji-sung said coldly. "I'll show you with actions that Chinese martial arts are in decline!"

"Ling Wei, a martial artist who only knows the basics," Ling Wei retorted. "After the match, tell your Koreans the depth of Chinese martial arts is beyond you! Also, stop claiming Chinese martial arts evolved from Taekwondo! And tell them plagiarism isn't shameful, but claiming we plagiarized you after you plagiarized us—that's too shameless!"

Hearing this, the referee grew tense. He understood today's match would not be simple.