novelraw Chapter 292: Crushing Defeat
Chapter 292: Crushing Defeat
But Wan Gang did not give up on striking Liu Wentao. His hand, transformed into a tiger claw, instantly seized Liu Wentao’s leg, easily crushing his shinbone. Then, with the same spinning motion, he directly threw Liu Wentao towards Yang Guang, who was kicking at him.
Yang Guang, upon seeing Wan Gang attack Liu Wentao, had his eyes completely reddened with rage. He kicked out recklessly, aiming to deliver a severe blow to Wan Gang’s back while he was occupied with Liu Wentao. Since Liu Wentao was already injured, Yang Guang believed that injuring Wan Gang would serve retribution for his classmates!
However, while the thought was good, Yang Guang underestimated Wan Gang’s speed and never anticipated that Wan Gang would "whoosh" throw Liu Wentao at himself, forcing Yang Guang to retract his kick and catch the flying Liu Wentao.
But at the very moment Yang Guang caught Liu Wentao, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, followed by an intense agony in his leg, and soon after, Yang Guang lost consciousness!
As it turned out, while Yang Guang caught Liu Wentao, Wan Gang had already completed his turn, his hand having morphed into a tiger claw to crush Yang Guang’s shoulder bone while his foot, using the momentum of the spin, cut short Yang Guang’s thigh bone, knocking him out cold!
The events unfolded faster than could be recounted; from the moment Wan Gang made his move to its conclusion, it all happened within just a few seconds. Before anyone could react, Liu Wentao and his three companions were all severely injured and had collapsed to the ground!
Ah!
Is this... real?
How... how can he be so powerful?
...
The Taekwondo Association members didn’t know how to describe Wan Gang’s fearsome strength. They initially believed that Wei Jiawu was the most formidable within the National Arts Association. Facing Wei Jiawu had exhausted their president and others, and only with Teacher Lin’s guidance did they manage to drive him away. But now, compared to Wan Gang, Wei Jiawu was simply incomparable. Within such a short time, the president and the others were thoroughly defeated, and from the looks of it, all four had suffered bone fractures!
God! Why did he have to be so harsh? It’s just a school conflict; was there really a need to cripple someone? How cruel can his heart be! What will happen to the president and the others in the future, will they be left disabled...
Is this our National Arts Association’s... president?
President Wan?
He... He’s too powerful!
The members of the National Arts Association were just as shocked, their mouths agape. They always heard Wei Jiawu talk about how formidable the president was, but they truly hadn’t imagined him to be this outrageously strong. This wasn’t student level; frankly, at such a caliber, not many in Tianhai could match him. The disparity between him and them was staggering, wondering how he could be so powerful while they knew so little. The gap between individuals seemed immensely wide!
However, they were equally terrified by the president’s ruthlessness. It was just a dispute between the Taekwondo and National Arts Associations, was there a need to be so extreme? Seeing them lying on the ground with severe injuries, this was clearly more than a mere dispute. If he was teaching them National Arts, what would he do to them? Heavens... please don’t let him be their coach, they still wanted to live a bit longer!
"President!"
"President!"
"President!"
Once the Taekwondo Association members regained their senses, they rushed over to Liu Wentao and the others, constantly shouting their names, trying to wake them up. It was crucial to know if they were still alive, as their injuries seemed extremely severe. Clearly, they all had broken bones. How could this happen? Wan Gang’s attacks were merciless. This was no longer a match between classmates; he hadn’t held back at all!
The members of the Taekwondo Association gazed at Wan Gang with wide angry eyes. If looks could kill, he would have been slain countless times already. They felt an immense heartache seeing the president and the others in such a state. If they didn’t all know it was futile to rush in, they would have done so already. Even Wei Jiawu had left them disoriented, and facing the more formidable Wan Gang, they wouldn’t stand a chance and would only get beaten for nothing. But could they let the grievous injuries suffered by President Liu Wentao and the others go unaddressed?
The more they thought about it, the angrier they became, their eyes gradually reddening as they stared at Wan Gang. The Taekwondo Association students were pressing down on a fiery rage, ready to burst forth, and despite the risk of injury, they would charge in without hesitation!
"You still not convinced? Your Taekwondo’s fancy moves are worthless in a real fight, something you lot cherish and eagerly learn. After grasping only the basics, you come out and embarrass yourselves. Now I’ll show you the difference between National Arts and Taekwondo. National Arts is the most direct, the most lethal martial art for real combat!"
Seeing the Taekwondo Association members glaring at him, Wan Gang looked down on those who practiced Taekwondo even more. He casually picked up a fist-sized stone, and with both hands exerting force, there was a "crack" sound as the stone was crushed into numerous uneven fragments. As everyone watched in astonishment, with consternation rendering them speechless, he gathered his internal energy, focusing all his strength into his hands. When it reached its apex, he shouted "Hey!" and the shards of stone in his hands flew directly towards the crowd of the Taekwondo Association.
"Ah!"
"It hurts like hell!"
"Ah! My teeth!"
...
Members of the Taekwondo Association were all beaten black and blue by Wan Gang’s handful of shattered stones, their faces swollen and skewed. It wasn’t that the students were too weak, but the power of the stones was simply too great. Contact meant a bruised and swollen face, and several unlucky ones even had stones graze them, leaving wounds dripping with fresh blood...
It was at this moment that the students came to a sobering realization: Wan Gang was no ordinary fighter. His skill level was not something a student could achieve. How could a man in his twenties be so formidable? It was almost beyond belief. Stones were literally breaking in his hands; were those even human hands? Not even a pair of tiger pliers was as effective as him. No wonder he could beat the president and the others so badly, even breaking their bones. With hands like his, anyone he touched would suffer from broken tendons and fractured bones!
The students couldn’t help but wonder if National Arts really were that powerful. Otherwise, how could Wan Gang be so strong? They weren’t all that different in age, and even if there was a disparity in effort, it shouldn’t account for such a huge gap. Could Taekwondo really be as vulnerable as he claimed?
"Stop your yapping and take your people and get lost, or I’ll make sure everyone ends up with broken bones!" Wan Gang was annoyed by the painful cries of the Taekwondo group, scolding them to quickly leave and stop their noise that was irritating to hear.
When the people from the Taekwondo Association heard Wan Gang’s words, they didn’t dare delay any longer. They immediately helped each other to carry their injured president out. They were all scared by what had just happened; Wan Gang was truly formidable, and he didn’t hesitate to injure people severely. They thought to themselves, that’s right! Call an ambulance, quick! The president’s bones are broken; they need urgent treatment!
With concerted effort, it took great difficulty to awaken Liu Wentao and the other three. Then their screams of pain followed, but Liu Wentao immediately endured the excruciating pain that ordinary people couldn’t bear. As a president, he knew what he had to do right now. They had to find Teacher Lin; only with Teacher Lin’s help would their injuries not become more serious.
"Carry us to Teacher Lin, and remember, you must hurry!" Liu Wentao, enduring the pain in his body, ordered the people beside him as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
"That’s right!"
"There’s still Teacher Lin!"
"Teacher Lin is so powerful, he surely has a way!"
...
Only after hearing the president’s words did everyone realize that their only hope now was Teacher Lin. As someone so powerful, he surely could heal the president and the others. Xiao Li’s injury had been cured by Teacher Lin, so surely the president and the others would be okay too! With this in mind, a group of people quickly found some wooden boards and carried Liu Wentao and the other three towards the office building, intending to seek Teacher Lin’s help.
Seeing the Taekwondo Association members leave, Wan Gang’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. They were all good-for-nothings, and yet they dared to prance around studying Taekwondo, which lacked real combat effectiveness. It was a mystery what they were thinking! However, when he turned his head to see his own National Arts Association members standing around in a daze, his anger flared up again.
"What are you spacing out for? Get back to training! I’ll be watching you train today, and nobody better think about slacking off!" Wan Gang shouted, then stood his ground without leaving, watching the members of the National Arts Association practice. He really wanted to see how Wei Jiawu had taught these people their skills.
Oh, no!
The president himself?
We’re in for it today!
...
Hearing what Wan Gang said, a chill ran down the spines of the National Arts Association members. With the president so formidable and supervising their training, they feared the punishment for any dissatisfaction he might find in their practice. Today was such an unlucky day. They had thought that driving away the Taekwondo Association members would be enough, but who would have thought the president would personally oversee their practice? It was as if they were asking for trouble...
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Lin Feng was in a good mood that morning because he had a pleasant chat with Shen Yao the night before and had also managed to settle her nerves, encouraging her to focus on her studies. After smoothly dropping Ding Wan’er off at the office building in the morning and parking his car in the school lot, he returned to the comprehensive department to check in, as Ding Wan’er had told him a few days before that she was still on temporary assignment and needed to report to the comprehensive department every morning before she could go about her business.