Punishment? You Think You're Worthy?

Wearing an utterly ordinary pair of canvas shoes.

Jiang Shu stepped in from outside in a shirt. At 1.78 meters tall, he stood before the coach in the white training uniform, looking down at him with calm eyes. "You're the one who wouldn't let my sister leave?"

"If you look down on taekwondo, you have to apologize!"

"Taekwondo from our South Korea is the true Martial Dao. Xia Kingdom's Stance Training has only just begun! Our training class is using taekwondo's wealth of experience to guide your Xia Kingdom's crude Stance Training!"

"Your sister is blind and ignorant!"

Coach Park snorted coldly. He had studied taekwondo for ten years and was devout to the extreme. He believed taekwondo was the best Martial Dao in the entire world!

Though the youth before him was a little taller, his muscles were nowhere near as developed as his own. His somewhat handsome face still carried a trace of childishness. One look was enough to tell he was still a student.

Like those pretty-boy idols from South Korea, without the slightest presence of a real man!

So what if he was taller!

He could knock him down with one hand!

"Holy shit, has this guy always been this fearless? He actually dares put on airs like this in front of Coach Park?"

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

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

"Pfft, Coach Park won't even need to do anything. 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 chopped through several wooden boards in class and completely stunned my classmates. They said, who could withstand a single palm strike from me? But I know my strength isn't even one-tenth of Coach Park's. If Coach Park throws out one palm strike, that kid..."

Around the venue, the trainees all stood within the white lines of the training ground, craning their necks to watch the show.

They had trained here for several months already.

More than once, they had witnessed Coach Park's Martial Dao prowess.

Chopping wooden boards with his hand, stepping up the arms of several trainees, launching himself into the air, and shattering a wooden board several meters high with a kick!

That strength, that jumping power.

Who could compare?

Hearing the trainees behind him, Coach Park grew even more smug. He puffed out his chest, as though he had become taller than Jiang Shu.

"From what I know about Coach Park, he's probably about to make a move! Take a guess—will Coach Park smack this kid stupid?"

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

"You really know how to split things three-seven."

"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, begging me not to die."

The trainees did not lower their voices in the slightest. Every word carried over clearly.

"I think you're the blind and ignorant one. In Xia Kingdom, you're peddling dog meat under a sheep's head, and now you're even forcing people to buy it. Do you really think this is South Korea?"

"You steal everything all day long. The festivals are yours, the Martial Dao is yours. Today you dare open a Martial Dao training class in Xia Kingdom; tomorrow, you'll probably claim Xia Kingdom's Martial Dao was passed down by you. Those who know say you're stealing, while those who don't might think you're automatically Sinicizing yourselves."

"And those trainees you teach truly are pots matched with their lids, pigs rooting through their matching vegetables. I don't think they came here to train in Martial Dao at all. They all came to practice flapping their gums, didn't they? Not a single Horse Stance video watched, yet they miss none of the old internet memes. They cower before muscular men, but throw heavy punches at us two girls."

"Birds of a feather! Sorry, you're South Korean—does the idiom 'birds of a feather' happen to touch upon one of your blind spots of knowledge? It's fine. Go back and look it up. You can keep stealing it afterward and say it's yours."

Jiang Yan Yue did not indulge them in the slightest. The moment she saw Jiang Shu arrive, she immediately unleashed a barrage of insults.

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

She considered herself quite familiar with her brother.

Ever since he began practicing martial arts, he had kept everything hidden no matter how she tested him.

For him to speak so arrogantly this time, he definitely had absolute confidence!

Besides, even if Jiang Shu was not strong enough.

With the amount he ate every day, as long as some of it had gone into strength, he would not be at a disadvantage no matter what.

Wasn't taekwondo all flashy moves with no real substance?

How formidable could this coach be?

And if all else failed, Jiang Yan Yue clenched her phone, making sure the three digits on it could be dialed at any time. Her heart settled completely.

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

"How dare you!"

"You will accept the punishment of our great South Korean taekwondo!"

Trembling all over from Jiang Yan Yue's insults, Coach Park could no longer endure it. One hand shot toward Jiang Yan Yue like an eagle snatching a chick. In his fury, he moved incredibly fast.

Naturally, he knew how much of an uproar attacking an underage girl would cause.

But he was South Korean.

If he could not get by in Xia Kingdom, he could return to South Korea and still live comfortably!

Coach Park twisted his body, his white training uniform fluttering as his palm left afterimages in the air.

He was fast.

But Jiang Shu was faster!

"Punishment?"

A dignified Martial Dao coach, yet his steps were unsteady. He looked like he had some muscle, but the Blood Qi in his body was not even as strong as Jiang Shu's had been when he first sensed it.

And his speed now was slow—so slow it was absurd!

With that, he wanted to attack Jiang Shu's sister right in front of him?

Smack.

Tiger Form Three Styles!

Shears!

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

After reaching Qi and Blood Circulation, his Blood Qi surged through him. Any casual strike contained the greatest strength of his entire body.

The fabric of his trouser leg snapped against his leg, and his toe struck the other man's lower abdomen in an instant.

Bang!

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

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

His feet hung twenty centimeters above the ground!

Coach Park's eyes bulged wide. Both hands desperately clawed toward his neck, trying to pry away Jiang Shu's hand clamped around his throat.

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

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

The pain in his kicked abdomen, the suffocation from lack of oxygen, and Jiang Shu's icy gaze—the gaze of someone who had already killed—made Coach Park feel as if he would see God the next instant.

"Save..."

He forced out a single word.

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

Bang.

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

Coach Park, who had once cut an imposing figure in the Martial Dao training class and shattered several wooden boards with a single palm strike, dropped straight to the ground. He gasped desperately for air, his face shifting from pale to flushed. His entire body had gone limp, and his eyes were filled with the terror of a survivor of disaster.

The entire Martial Dao training class fell silent.

Even the trainees' breathing could be heard clearly.

The Martial Dao coach they had considered powerful had, in these few brief 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 voice echoed faintly:

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

"Punishment? You think you're worthy?"