Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 186 Let’s Have a Fight

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Wang Meng felt his brain truly wasn’t up to the task and couldn’t fathom Lin Feng’s real intention, but in the end, he couldn’t help but ask it out loud; he felt if he didn’t get this question out, he would certainly suffocate from the tension, because what he cared about most was the matter concerning his idol, Quinn.

"Actually, I meant to say that all those knives were collected." Lin Feng looked at Wang Meng, speaking very casually, as if the matter really had nothing to do with him at all.

"What! You collected all those knives?" Wang Meng exclaimed in shock upon hearing Lin Feng say so. How could he not be shocked? Who were these three men, how could their knives possibly be collected by Lin Feng? What kind of colossal joke was this? It was definitely impossible! No expert would ever be separated from their knife or other weapons. There was only one way to get their weapons: killing them. Lin Feng, such a young man, claiming he had collected these weapons? Nobody would believe that!

The thought of Lin Feng killing those three men was downright impossible. Not to mention three people, even if Cain himself tried to kill Lin Feng, it would probably be as easy as chopping vegetables. He didn’t even look at himself in the mirror before spinning such outrageous lies. Each of these three men had been famous for nearly a decade without a single defeat. They could all be considered absolute figures among assassins, special forces, and mercenaries. With you being just over twenty, how could you have taken them down? Even if you pulled them out of their coffins, I wouldn’t believe it! How could there possibly be someone so formidable in this world? It’s utterly impossible, even if you turned the sky upside down!

He must have learned somehow about the time these three men went missing and deliberately came to bamboozle me. Nobody would believe such young men as Lin Feng could take down these three, so he must be lying. He must have picked up this information from somewhere and now is pretending to be deep to fool me, trying to bluff his way through.

His bragging is utterly outrageous. He dares to boast such a big tale! Saying minor figures I might believe, but daring to brag about an idol of this caliber? That’s pure ignorance. If something had happened to my idol Quinn, it would have been the work of someone with an S-rank, and you think you’re young enough to be an S-rank expert? If you’re an S-rank, then I’m the stuff of legends!

Lin Feng’s words are a naked insult to my idol in my heart. How could Quinn’s spider possibly be collected by him? If others knew that Quinn’s spider was collected by this young man, they would go crazy, definitely mocking Quinn for being killed by an unknown kid. No, I have to prove that Lin Feng is a complete fraud for my idol...

He must’ve found out the news from somewhere, guessed my identity, and boasted to me to show off how formidable he is! But he really overlooked what level my idol is. His brag is outrageous; I can’t possibly believe him!

Wang Meng stared at Lin Feng, his mind racing on how to make Lin Feng lose face on the spot for slandering his idol. But no matter how much he thought, he couldn’t find an appropriate reason, leaving him utterly frustrated until he finally saw the light, toughened his heart, and thought, do I even need an excuse? Why not just challenge him directly?

Taekwondo? That’s just child’s play. How can it compare with real combat? Real combat is about delivering a lethal blow in one strike.

No sooner said than done, I can’t believe it, with my top hundred world ranking as a special forces soldier, I wouldn’t be able to take down Lin Feng, this big fraud. If I can’t even beat him, I might as well hang myself with a rope!

"Lin Feng, how about we have a fight?" Wang Meng looked at Lin Feng with a sinister smile, I’ll let you keep your composure for now, but when I beat you senseless soon, you’ll know the consequences of spouting nonsense. My idol Quinn is a legendary figure; the idea you collected his knife is a huge joke!

"Why would I fight you? Am I related to you?" Lin Feng gave Wang Meng a dismissive glance, then hurtfully dismissed him without giving face, choking off the latter’s intended speech. As for what Wang Meng was thinking, Lin Feng understood perfectly well, but it made no sense for him to do whatever others wanted - that would make him a roadside cabbage.

"Didn’t you just guide your student to a victory over my student? Then if I propose to compete against you, you can’t disagree, right? Many people are watching here!" Wang Meng pressured Lin Feng deliberately, with such a statement in this setting, Lin Feng had no grounds for refusal; even with grounds, he couldn’t refuse - it was Yingbo University’s reputation at stake. He would certainly accept the challenge. Only thus could he make Lin Feng avoid the inevitable fight and expose his true nature as a fraudster.

"If that’s the case, let’s have a match, and let’s make it Taekwondo." Lin Feng said nonchalantly, not taking Wang Meng seriously at all. Since we are at a Taekwondo competition, let’s just use Taekwondo. If this special forces soldier insists on making a fool of himself and getting into trouble, I won’t be courteous either.

"Taekwondo? No, no, no, I only use Taekwondo to amuse children when I have nothing to do. How could we possibly use Taekwondo between us? We should use Sanda - the most straightforward fighting style, no-rules fighting, strike whenever you want!" Wang Meng did not expect Lin Feng would choose Taekwondo. Wasn’t that a joke? That thing might fool children, but how could it be used for formal martial arts exchange? If we’re going to fight, of course, no-rules Sanda is best, no restrictions make it most exhilarating. Lin Feng must be scared of getting beaten, that’s why he suggested Taekwondo to limit himself. Displaying such little tricks, he dares to make them public.

If it weren’t for the need to protect the young miss, I would never have chosen to become a Taekwondo instructor in a university to conceal my identity. I would not have touched Taekwondo at all. Taekwondo techniques are all flashy with no practical use in real combat. I’m just casually teaching some students now. Trying to apply Taekwondo in actual fighting is simply asking for death, so I never bothered to learn it.

However, this Lin Feng actually chose to fight me using Taekwondo. It seems he’s bought into the hype from those advertisements, believing Taekwondo is formidable. One look and I know he has never really fought for real, he knows nothing, understands nothing! But no matter, I’ll soon show him what real combat is. If I don’t beat him until he’s searching for his teeth on the ground, then I’m not Wang Meng.

"Forget it, I’ll just use the Taekwondo you teach to children and have a match with you. Use whatever you want." After saying this, Lin Feng didn’t waste any words and ran straight to the ring. Since trouble has come my way, it’s better to settle it quickly.

"Don’t say I’m bullying you, I’m using Sanda. If you insist on using Taekwondo, don’t blame me when you lose," Wang Meng said, feeling very perplexed as he heard Lin Feng still insisting on using Taekwondo. I’ve already said I’m using Sanda. Why does he stick with Taekwondo? Does he really think it’s that strong? What a joke. The most straightforward is always Sanda, no rules, hit whenever you want!

"Stop with the nonsense, or I’m leaving," Lin Feng said, showing some impatience.

"Why the chatter, why not get into the ring?"

"He’s already up there, what are you waiting for?"

"Hurry and get into the ring."

...

Surrounding the ring, the spectators were chattering and urging Wang Meng to hurry onto the stage. It’s not every day you get to witness such a sparring opportunity; it’s definitely something to savor. Moreover, the centerpiece of the event was the foreign language teacher who stood out so remarkably at yesterday’s language exchange! Nobody ever dreamed that such an impressive language teacher could also be versed in Taekwondo. It was truly shocking. A normal person wouldn’t learn all this, but he did, tell me, isn’t he formidable!

We are all waiting; what the hell is a special forces soldier doing dawdling down there? Usually, no matter how skilled a teacher is, they can’t measure up to a special forces operator. What’s there to fear? Get up there and stop making us anxious!

Ding Wan’er watched Lin Feng, wondering what he was up to. He had already guessed that the coach was from the special forces, so how could he possibly spar with a special forces member? Isn’t that like smashing an egg against a rock? Everyone knows special forces are the elite of the elite, who could normally stand against them? Won’t he be taking a reckless risk? And if he loses, how dangerous that would be! And the other guy had explicitly stated his style is Sanda. Why stubbornly stick with Taekwondo? Everyone knows how inferior Taekwondo is to Sanda in real combat!

Yet why did Lin Feng still look so confident on the stage? Could it be that in his eyes, a special forces operator is nothing special? Impossible, this is a special forces soldier! Normal people know what that means. And besides, it’s Sanda they are most skilled at, and you insist on using Taekwondo against such a person? How could you possibly win? And his safety...

Leng Mei watched Lin Feng with both eyes fixated, feeling that he was being too rash. She knew very well what a special forces soldier represented. When she lived with her grandfather, his bodyguard had been from special forces. Compared to Taekwondo black belts at nineth dan, such individuals wouldn’t feel any pressure; they were the real deal. Insisting on using Taekwondo against someone like that just seemed careless. Even using Sanda might not guarantee a win against a special forces fighter, how could you be so overconfident?

No matter how confident one might be, this isn’t something to be taken lightly. Right now, he’s representing Yingbo University at this exchange. Such matters need to be considered. Taking to the stage isn’t a trivial matter; it concerns the reputation of Yingbo University. What if something happens and tarnishes its good name? Leng Mei gazed at Lin Feng, her heart filled with a growing concern for his safety—nothing was more important than Lin Feng’s safety!