Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 184 Are You a Special Forces Soldier?

I really had no idea how many more surprises Lin Feng could give me...

Wang Meng watched Lin Feng in utter amazement. Wasn’t he a language teacher? How could just a few words from him make my apprentices lose? There must be some mistake! I am a nine-dan black belt master; how could my apprentices, despite being weaker, lose to someone two ranks below them? What on earth is going on? If I’m not mistaken, the key to this must be those few words he said to the competitors. What words could be so powerful that they enabled someone two levels lower to defeat my apprentices? This would be too embarrassing if it got out; the disciples I’ve trained for so long defeated in an instant. Any teacher would be unable to tolerate such a situation.

Could it be that Lin Feng had found their weaknesses? This was even more inconceivable. If you could see through someone else’s martial arts just by looking at them a couple of times, would that person still be human? With that kind of talent, who would be a teacher? Just think how much money they could make! Moreover, Lin Feng could speak so many languages. Such a talented person becoming a teacher at a school must mean he was out of his mind.

Shen Yao’s mouth remained agape due to the enormous surprise Lin Feng had brought her. With only a couple of words to the competitors, he had completely turned around what seemed like a sure loss. What did this imply? It meant that Lin Feng had thoroughly pinpointed those trainees’ weaknesses and informed his players, leading to victories in the next two matches, for a total of only 6 to 4. If there had been more remaining contestants, we might have even lost to Yingbo University today.

This Lin Feng was too incredible! Just yesterday, he had stirred up a storm in the educational circles of Yuegang by being fluent in 17 languages, making everyone studying foreign languages in Yuegang want to jump off a building. And today, it turns out he also knows taekwondo, and absolutely as a master among masters. Otherwise, how could he pinpoint the opponent’s weaknesses without even lifting a finger, and help Yingbo University claw back two matches? What sort of ability was that? You wouldn’t even have to think to know!

Why doesn’t Yuegang have any young people with such talent? The scions of Yuegang do nothing but eat, drink, and be merry all day, none of them are a match for Lin Feng. If I were to choose a boyfriend, he would have to be someone with real skills and knowledge like Lin Feng!

Oh my God! Why am I thinking about finding a boyfriend? Shen Yao was dumbfounded by her own thought. She had once sworn to find her true Prince Charming. Could Lin Feng be the one she was searching for?

"Teacher Lin, please, be our coach!"

"We’re sincerely inviting you to be our coach."

"Teacher Lin, you really have to teach us!"

"Yes, we’ll definitely obey Teacher Lin’s words!"

All the members of the Yingbo University taekwondo team were unanimously pleading for Lin Feng to be their coach. Where else could you find such an amazing coach who could teach you to defeat opponents two ranks higher in just a few words? Such a coach was beyond extraordinary! If we had someone like him as our coach, our level would surely rise quickly. Where else could we find such an opportunity? Teacher Lin was even more impressive than those nine-dan black belts! Where else could you find such an amazing coach!

The taekwondo team members’ blood was boiling as they looked at Lin Feng, imagining the scene if Lin Feng became their coach. Surely, they would become extremely skilled and no longer be bullied by those ranked higher than them. How wonderful life would be then!

Teacher Lin, no matter what, you must become our coach. Only you can help us grow quickly and bring glory to Yingbo University!

...

Wang Meng eyed Lin Feng, pondering the changes in the last two matches, realizing that what Lin Feng had passed on to those students wasn’t just for show but actual combat experience. Plus, identifying his apprentices’ weaknesses and shortcomings all contributed to the consecutive losses. Being able to instruct students to strike effectively with just a few words, Lin Feng truly had something. Otherwise, one can’t achieve such a feat. This isn’t something you can win just by talking about; it comes from long-term accumulation until it becomes instinct.

Teaching students to win is fine, but deliberately teaching them combat skills or even killing techniques for the sake of victory is definitely wrong. If I did the same, sharing real combat experience and lethal techniques, would my students still lose? It would be easy to score 10 to 0 against the other side. It was evident that Lin Feng was violating the competition rules; such actions were a blatant disrespect towards me. How can I tolerate this!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. This was challenging his ability, mocking him for lacking combat experience, and simply scolding students. Did he think he was the only one with combat experience and everyone else was fool enough to be fooled by him?

"Taekwondo for children is mainly about fitness and health, and they are not taught lethal techniques. What you just taught those two students couldn’t be clearer; it was actual killing techniques. What do you mean by doing this?" Wang Meng glared fiercely at Lin Feng, deliberately releasing his own intimidating aura. Did you really think I was just an ordinary coach? My official role is an ace special forces operator. Were it not for old Master Shen Tian inviting me to ensure the young lady’s safety, I would never show up here. This taekwondo identity is just a side gig. Do you really believe I am to be trifled with?

"Just now, wasn’t it you who mentioned wanting a real combat situation, saying how it would be this and that..." Lin Feng said with a smile as he looked at Wang Meng, not at all concerned about the aura Wang Meng was exuding. Instead, he looked at Wang Meng with a meaningful gaze. It was you who just said something about real combat, so why are you making excuses now? You’ve already, without realizing it, passed on your special forces’ combat methods to your students. And you’re telling me I can’t suddenly teach my students something new? What a joke!"

"I was talking about the spirit of real combat, not the techniques!" Wang Meng immediately bristled when he heard Lin Feng’s words. You know very well what I meant by real combat. You’re just playing dumb with me. I really haven’t taught my students any killing techniques. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have lost four matches to you. What kind of international joke is this! Since it’s like that, I’ll have to show you a thing or two so you’ll realize just how out of your depth you are!"

With that thought, Wang Meng flipped his hand, and in an instant, he had whipped out a knife and brandished it before it disappeared again...

A few seconds later, a flimsy towel rack next to him collapsed with neat slices across it!

The previously noisy scene suddenly went quiet because everyone had seen the blade glinting in the light!

"Ah!"

"Where’s his knife?"

"How did he take out the knife?"

"When did he break the towel rack?"

...

The crowd had already noticed Wang Meng approaching Lin Feng and had been watching closely. It was clear that there was a hostile air between the two men, and everyone sensed something was about to happen. However, nobody expected the taekwondo instructor to perform such an act. Although they couldn’t hear what the two men were saying, they could clearly see that the knife appeared out of nowhere, was swung once, and then vanished. What was more baffling was how the knife had sliced through the rack without anyone seeing how it was done...

My god! No one could tell where he had kept the knife, how he drew it out, let alone how he cut the rack. How could a human hand move so fast? Is that even human? Don’t tell me he’s performing magic because a normal person couldn’t possibly move their hands that quickly!

A knife! Why would he carry a knife with him? It is a weapon, a controlled item that most people wouldn’t normally carry around, or else they would be arrested by the police. Yet he dared to brandish a knife so openly in public, which shows he is not afraid of exposure and can carry such an item without worrying about the police. This implies his identity is far more mysterious, certainly not as simple as just a taekwondo instructor. There must be something else to his identity.

With this in mind, the spectators all looked at the knife-wielding taekwondo instructor, wondering how taekwondo connected with knife skills and how he could handle it so expertly. Who exactly was this instructor?

Pleased with the crowd’s reaction, Wang Meng looked at Lin Feng with a playful expression. "How about that? If you lack strength and courage, all the techniques are useless. Now you know what real combat is, right? With the speed of my knife-work just now, if it were a person instead of the rack, they wouldn’t have stood a chance. If it had been you instead of the rack, you’d be dead by now.

You want to play with real combat? You’ve seen it, right? You’ve got it now, right? That flash of the blade just now signifies true intent. This is what real combat is about. What about you? You run off, pick up a bit of taekwondo for a couple of days, and then you dare talk about real combat with half-baked skills. You have no idea of your own ignorance. You’ve never witnessed a fight to the death. Now do you understand what killing intent is? True real combat is forged in blood and fire. And you, you know nothing about real combat, yet you dare to show off before me!"

"You’re from the special forces, aren’t you?"

Sizing up the way Wang Meng handled the knife, plus his confident display, Lin Feng had a rough guess about Wang Meng’s true identity. There was something about Wang Meng, an air peculiar to special forces, and his method of wielding the knife was a favorite among them. He must be from the special forces.

Lin Feng had previously killed such men, so he knew their habits well and understood their knife techniques. Therefore, though Wang Meng might pose as a coach, his true identity was something Lin Feng could not be fooled about!