Immortal Martial: Sweeping Across the Two Worlds from Reality

I could take him down with one hand!

"Damn, has this guy always been this gutsy? He actually dared to put on airs in front of Coach Park?"

"No idea. Sounds like he's that girl's brother. He should be a high school student like us, college at most."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. He's this old already, yet his head still isn't clear. Once Coach Park shows his might, he'll know how serious this is."

"Pfft, Coach Park won't even need to step in. I feel like I could take him myself. He looks about as tall as me, but I'm in the advanced class, okay? I've learned plenty of moves. Last time, I split several wooden boards in class and dumbfounded all my classmates. They said, who could withstand a single palm strike from me? But I know my strength isn't even a tenth of Coach Park's. If Coach Park threw one palm strike, that kid..."

On the training grounds, the students all stood within the white lines, craning their necks to watch the show.

They had been training at the academy for several months already.

They had witnessed Coach Park's martial prowess more than once.

He could chop wooden boards apart with his hands, step up several apprentices' arms, leap into the air, and kick apart boards several meters high!

That strength, that jumping power.

Who could compare?

Hearing the students behind him, Coach Park grew even more pleased with himself. He puffed out his chest, seeming taller than Jiang Shu.

"Based on what I know about Coach Park, he's about to make a move! Take a guess—will Coach Park smack this kid senseless later?"

"Three-seven odds. Coach Park gets three slaps, and his head gets seven."

"You really know your three-seven split."

"I'm not bragging, but if Coach Park's palm struck me, within five seconds, he'd be kneeling on the ground, pinching my philtrum and begging me not to die."

The students made no effort to hide their voices, their words carrying over one after another.

"I think you're the blind fool who can't see Mount Tai. In Xia Kingdom, you not only hang up a goat's head while selling dog meat, but now you're even forcing people to buy. Do you think this is Korea?"

"You steal everything all day long. The festivals are yours, martial arts are yours. Today you dare open a martial arts academy in Xia Kingdom; tomorrow, you'll probably claim Xia Kingdom martial arts were passed down by you. Those who know will know you're stealing, while those who don't might think you've automatically sinicized yourselves."

"As for the students you teach, sure enough, every pot has its matching lid, every pig its matching vegetable patch. I don't think they came here for martial arts training at all—they all came to practice how to wag their tongues. They don't watch a single Horse Stance video, yet they miss none of the old memes online. They cower before muscular men, but Strike with Heavy Blows when faced with two girls like us."

"Birds of a feather! Sorry, you're Korean. Does the idiom 'birds of a feather' touch upon a blind spot in your knowledge? It's fine, go look it up when you get back. You can keep stealing it and say it's yours."

Jiang Yanyue did not indulge them in the slightest. Seeing Jiang Shu arrive, she immediately began tearing into them.

Though she still did not know Jiang Shu's true strength.

She considered herself to understand her brother quite well.

Ever since he had begun practicing martial arts, he had kept everything under wraps no matter how she probed.

Yet this time, he had spoken so arrogantly. He definitely had confidence in his abilities!

Besides, even if Jiang Shu was not strong enough.

With the amount he ate every day, as long as even a little of it had gone into his strength, there was no way he would come out worse for it.

Wasn't Taekwondo all flowery fists and embroidered kicks?

How powerful could this coach be?

And if worse came to worst, Jiang Yanyue gripped her phone and, after making sure the three-digit number could be dialed at any time, her heart settled into Great Stability.

In Xia Kingdom, could they really let a Korean bully them?

"Outrageous!"

"You shall accept the punishment of our great Korean Taekwondo!"

Trembling from Jiang Yanyue's tirade, Coach Park could no longer hold himself back. One hand reached for Jiang Yanyue like an eagle snatching a chick. In his fury, he moved with astonishing speed.

Naturally, he knew how much trouble it would cause if he attacked an underage girl.

But he was Korean.

If he could not make it in Xia Kingdom, he could return to Korea and still live comfortably!

Coach Park spun, his white training uniform fluttering, his palm leaving afterimages in the air.

He was fast.

But Jiang Shu was faster!

"Punishment?"

A dignified Martial Arts Coach, yet his steps were unsteady. He looked like he had some muscle, but the qi and blood in his body was not even as strong as Jiang Shu's had been when he had first sensed it.

And the speed of his attack now was slow—slow to the extreme!

With this, he still wanted to attack his sister in front of him?

Smack.

Tiger Form Three Styles!

Shears!

Jiang Shu lashed out with a kick, the wind whistling sharply.

After reaching Qi and Blood Transportation, his qi and blood surged like a rolling tide. Any casual blow contained the greatest force of his entire body.

His leg rubbed violently against his pant leg, and his toe struck the other man's lower abdomen at once.

Bang!

With just one kick, Coach Park's entire body doubled over like a boiled shrimp. After staggering back several steps, his body seemed to lose all support, and he collapsed onto the ground on his rear.

Jiang Shu took two strides forward, his gaze icy. Leaning slightly down, he reached out with clawed fingers, seized Coach Park by the neck, and forcibly lifted him into the air!

His feet dangled twenty centimeters above the ground!

Coach Park's eyes bulged wide. Both hands desperately reached for his own throat, trying to pry away Jiang Shu's hand that had locked around it.

But that hand was like a specially forged giant lock, solid as iron and utterly immovable.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

The pain from the kick to his abdomen, the suffocation from oxygen deprivation, and the icy gaze of Jiang Shu—a gaze that had already taken lives—made Coach Park feel as though he would see God the next instant.

"Save..."

He struggled to force out a single word.

But all he received was an even more intense sense of suffocation.

Bang.

After a full half-minute, Jiang Shu suddenly let go.

Coach Park, who had once cut an imposing figure at the martial arts academy and shattered several wooden boards with one palm, dropped straight to the ground. He gasped for air in huge breaths, his face shifting from pale to flushed. His entire body went limp, and his eyes were filled with the terror of someone who had survived a calamity.

The entire martial arts academy fell silent.

Even the students' breathing could be heard clearly.

The Martial Arts Coach they had considered powerful had, in those few short seconds, turned out to be like a paper lantern—pierced with a single poke.

Jiang Shu swept his gaze across the room.

They avoided his eyes! They lowered their heads!

No one dared meet his gaze!

All mockery fell silent at that moment.

Only Jiang Shu's words echoed faintly:

"Peering at the sky from the bottom of a well, blinded by a single leaf."

"Punishment? Are you worthy?"

"Before our Xia Kingdom starts cracking down on martial arts academies, get the hell back where you came from."

"You can't even beat a high school student like me, and you have the nerve to call yourself a coach?"

Jiang Shu's voice was not loud, yet it seemed to stir a raging storm in everyone's hearts.

The students' eyes went dull, as though the idol of faith in their hearts had suddenly collapsed.

"You!"

Coach Park trembled all over. He desperately wanted to point at Jiang Shu and curse him out.

But the lingering suffocation in his throat reminded him every moment that the boy before him, who claimed to be nothing more than a high school student... might truly kill someone!

During those dozen or so seconds just now, he had truly felt that he might die in Xia Kingdom, die in this academy!

Why could this boy, who looked somewhat thin and weak, unleash such tremendous strength?

Was he a martial artist from Xia Kingdom?

Could it be that Korean Taekwondo truly was inferior to Xia Kingdom martial arts?