Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 297: A Three-Year-Old Child Plays with a Broad Sword

"Teacher Lin, be careful!"

"He is very powerful."

"His speed is very fast!"

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With these thoughts, everyone started talking at once to Teacher Lin about Wan Gang’s capabilities. They only wanted Teacher Lin to take Wan Gang seriously and not to get hurt by him. Otherwise, they would feel terribly guilty. They had asked Teacher Lin for help, but if he got injured, how could they face him?

"Ah! How could Teacher Lin agree to this, with consequences on his own head? It’s too dangerous!" Ye Xiaoyu, having witnessed the scene and heard the conversation between Teacher Lin and Wan Gang, immediately became anxious for Teacher Lin’s safety. Wan Gang knew that Teacher Lin was a super master of taekwondo and yet dared to challenge him, which meant he was confident he could defeat Teacher Lin. But under such circumstances, Teacher Lin still accepted the challenge. Wasn’t that too dangerous?

What to do? What if something were to happen to Teacher Lin...

Mao Rongrong didn’t speak, but inside she was extremely anxious, involuntarily gripping Ye Xiaoyu’s hand so tightly she began to pinch it. How could Teacher Lin casually agree to such dangerous terms? It was clear that Wan Gang was targeting Teacher Lin, wanting to injure him severely. That made Teacher Lin very vulnerable!

Although Teacher Lin was a taekwondo master, from what she had seen, each one of those people was injured, and those four were even worse with broken bones. They were all seriously hurt, which showed that Wan Gang was indeed very powerful and also extremely ruthless. He had shown no mercy to his fellow students, so wouldn’t he be even more ruthless towards Teacher Lin? Oh, heavens! What should they do?

The president is actually challenging Lin Feng?

How can he be so confident?

Lin Feng is a super master of taekwondo!

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The people from the National Arts Association were equally worried about their president, Wan Gang, fearing that he was underestimating his opponent. No matter how useless taekwondo might be, a ninth-degree black belt was still a significant indication of someone’s expertise. There were only a few ninth-degree black belts in the whole country. Furthermore, Lin Feng had defeated such a master before, so that spoke volumes about his skill level. Why was the president so relaxed in challenging Lin Feng? Perhaps the president had defeated taekwondo masters before and knew a lot about taekwondo, which gave him the confidence to take down Lin Feng. Otherwise, no one would dare to confront a master like Teacher Lin.

But the situation now was that the president was sure he could beat Teacher Lin, and Teacher Lin had accepted the challenge so casually. It meant that Teacher Lin was also confident he could defeat the president. This contradiction made the outcome all the more uncertain...

"Me, lose? You must be joking; how could I lose! Do you know what National Arts is? National Arts is designed to kill; it’s about real fighting and killing. I held back with those four students—otherwise, they’d be in much worse shape than they are. Don’t think that just because you’re a teacher, things will be different. In my eyes, there’s no distinction between teacher and student. You can’t meddle in this affair, nor do you have the capability to! After I knock you down, you’ll see the difference between taekwondo and National Arts. You could never defeat me using taekwondo!"

Wan Gang almost laughed after hearing Lin Feng’s words. Me, lose? How could that be possible? How could I possibly lose? He knew exactly what taekwondo was all about—it was mere show, no match for him at all. He couldn’t understand what Lin Feng was thinking, still believing he could defeat him. Did Lin Feng think himself to be the War God? In his age group, no one could be a match for him, especially not a taekwondo practitioner. That was just a huge joke!

He had grown up in a martial arts sect since he was a child, and under the tutelage of his master and his own hard work, he had reached the pinnacle of *** before he was even 20 years old—a feat never before seen in his sect. His master had more than once called him a genius and, to test him, had taken him out to fight many times. He had killed more people than he could count, and the most harrowing encounter was when he was 17. His master left him in a place with two *** experts to contend with, and in the end, he killed both men and was left with barely half his life.

Despite all the hardships, he had survived. If it wasn’t for seeing the incredible strength of his master’s attacks, he would have never believed someone could be that formidable. His senior brother was already an AA-level master, but against their master, he couldn’t even withstand a single move before being kicked flying. It was after witnessing his master’s power that he became completely obsessed with National Arts. He wanted to be powerful like his master, standing above everyone else!

And so, he had reached his current formidable level through sheer perseverance. The idea that Lin Feng could defeat him was the biggest joke in the world. His master had repeatedly told him that at his age, it was nearly impossible for anyone to defeat him. His natural talent, combined with relentless training, had left his peers far behind. But after I put down this Lin Feng, who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and the depths of the earth, he will stop dreaming. He’ll realize how powerful I am and see the true difference between National Arts and taekwondo!

"Remember, even the finest thing must be used by the right person; a three-year-old wielding a cleaver is a waste! Taekwondo isn’t ineffective; it varies depending on who’s using it!" For Lin Feng, National Arts were indeed exceptional and indeed more profound and better suited for real combat than Taekwondo, but very few people could learn it well.

In contrast, Taekwondo had simple routines and was very easy to pick up, so it was widely accepted as a form of exercise. This was precisely why Taekwondo had become so popular, while National Arts had been in decline. Moreover, and most importantly, National Arts were entirely rooted in actual combat; where in everyday life would one encounter real combat situations? Therefore, National Arts were less suitable for societal development than Taekwondo.

However, this Wan Gang thought his National Arts skills were very good, but in Lin Feng’s view, they were nothing special. In fact, whether it was Taekwondo or National Arts, to Lin Feng, they were all child’s play. From his perspective, these things were as fragile as a paper window, easily broken. The difference was that Taekwondo was a pastime for little children, while National Arts was for slightly older kids, nothing more. There was no fundamental difference. But Wan Gang, relying on his little knowledge of National Arts to willfully harm his classmates, that was very wrong. Thus, no matter what, such a person had to be taken care of by Lin Feng himself.

"Enough with the nonsense. After I knock you to the ground, I’ll show you the power of National Arts! All this talk is pointless now! Clear the area!" Wan Gang grew angry at Lin Feng’s words and shouted at the National Arts Association members to clear the space. What did it mean that even the best thing must be used by the right person? That a three-year-old shouldn’t wield a cleaver? Wasn’t he saying that he himself was inept? Why waste words when he could just knock Lin Feng down and see how tough he talks then?

What was so great about Lin Feng that he boasted so much? Was it only because he defeated a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo that he thought himself a superior fighter? Alright, then. I will show you the difference between National Arts and Taekwondo! I’ll beat you so badly, you’ll be searching for your teeth on the ground, and no one will recognize you!

"Everyone step back, don’t get hurt in the process!" Lin Feng gestured to the Taekwondo Association members to retreat. He had already seen that Wan Gang would show no mercy in his attack. If he couldn’t hit Lin Feng, it was important not to let the Taekwondo Association members get hurt.

"President! Go for it!"

"President, knock him down!"

"President is the best!"

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Seeing that Wan Gang was really going to fight Lin Feng, the National Arts Association members started to cheer him on. Although they were worried about whether he could defeat Lin Feng, all they could do now was to cheer him on. After all, if the president managed to take down Lin Feng, the National Arts Association would truly gain fame at Yingbo University. Then everyone would bask in the glory, and they could walk around campus feeling superior—a golden opportunity like this was hard to find!

Moreover, since both were masters, who knew what might happen once the fight began? If a stray rock, for instance, flew out and hit them, that would be a real downer! With this in mind, everyone agreed that it was best to follow the president’s advice and move back, to avoid any accidental injuries.

"Teacher Lin, you’re the strongest!"

"Teacher Lin, knock Wan Gang down!"

"Teacher Lin, avenge Liu Wentao and the others!"

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Similarly, the students from the Taekwondo Association were also fervently cheering for Lin Feng, as he was their only hope. Only if Teacher Lin totally defeated Wan Gang could the Taekwondo Association turn things around. Nevertheless, Wan Gang was formidable; he dared to confront someone like Teacher Lin—a master. His courage was truly immense. Regardless, it was still best to retreat as Teacher Lin had suggested. When two masters fought, it could be very dangerous; staying further away was safer.

"My God! They’re really going to fight!" Ye Xiaoyu’s mouth hung open in shock. She had thought it was just a spectacle, but now Lin Feng and Wan Gang were truly going to get into a fight. Just seeing those with serious injuries made her realize how formidable Wan Gang was. How could Teacher Lin agree to something so dangerous!

Yet, a small part of Ye Xiaoyu felt a thrill of anticipation because she had never seen Teacher Lin in action. Her classmates had described how incredible Teacher Lin had been back in Yuegang, but unfortunately, she hadn’t been part of the exchange program to Yuegang University and missed witnessing Teacher Lin’s grandeur. Today presented an excellent opportunity to see just how formidable Teacher Lin really was—quite an exciting prospect!

Torn between worry for Teacher Lin and curiosity to see him fight, these conflicting thoughts were battling in her mind, causing Ye Xiaoyu considerable distress.