Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 300: Is it a Human or a Ghost?

Wan Gang knew Lin Feng practiced Taekwondo, so he only paid attention to his legs. Everyone knows that Taekwondo is famous for its sharp leg techniques. If Lin Feng were to spar with him, he would definitely use his legs. But in his wildest dreams, he never imagined that this time Lin Feng wouldn’t use his legs but his fists. And he could feel that Lin Feng’s punching speed was even faster than his kicking speed. Before he could react, a punch was charging towards his chest.

With no other choice, Wan Gang could only circulate all his True Qi into his hands to protect his chest and to fend off the attack, so as not to suffer too much damage. Now Wan Gang realized that Lin Feng really was a master—a master with an astonishingly fast speed. Just now, the speed of his kicks was already fast enough, and his punches were even faster, fast to the point where he couldn’t change his moves in time and could only instinctively guard his chest in a passive defense.

"Bang!"

Once again, Wan Gang was sent flying by Lin Feng, but this time it was even more brutal. The Straight Punch directly blasted Wan Gang nearly five meters away before he heavily crashed to the ground.

"You...you said you used Taekwondo, didn’t you? Taekwondo is all about leg techniques. You using fists, you..." Slowly climbing up from the ground, the enraged Wan Gang had it fixed in his mind that Lin Feng should have been using his feet; he had never considered anything else. So when he was suddenly sent flying again by a punch from Lin Feng, his mind was overcome with anger, and he couldn’t help but blurt out his thoughts immediately.

Yet as soon as he finished shouting, Wan Gang was taken aback. He too realized that, yes, Taekwondo can involve punches; it’s just that it emphasizes kicks more. It was only because he was so infuriated by Lin Feng that he had shouted such nonsense. But Lin Feng’s punch really did carry a lot of weight; even now, both of his hands were tingling with pain. It seemed Lin Feng was indeed very powerful—not only was his speed fast, but his strength was also exceptionally great, causing his chest to still throb with pain.

"Who said Taekwondo is only about using legs?" Lin Feng was utterly speechless at Wan Gang’s comment. Who told him that Taekwondo could only use legs? Although there are only a few punching techniques in Taekwondo, they are still Taekwondo techniques. How could it become ’Taekwondo only uses legs’ in his view? It seems that his brain must have been rattled by the punches, or else how could he utter such an unintelligent remark?

"Exactly, our Teacher Lin used the Straight Punch."

"Of course, Taekwondo has punching techniques!"

"Not even knowing that Taekwondo has punches, that’s really idiotic."

...

The students from the Taekwondo Association, upon hearing the exchange between Teacher Lin and Wan Gang, immediately found the situation absurdly funny. This Wan Gang didn’t even know Taekwondo had punching techniques; that was truly laughable. Not knowing is one thing, but to then fault Teacher Lin for punching him—this guy was beyond words. Teacher Lin’s move just now was the Straight Punch from Taekwondo, a standard Taekwondo action that no one could deny the truth of!

"You guys..." Hearing these remarks nearly made Wan Gang pass out with fury. He genuinely didn’t know that Taekwondo included punching techniques; previously, he had only known that it involved kicking, without giving it much thought. It was a habitual way of thinking to his detriment! To be mocked by these people for something like this—it was just too much... A respected master of National Arts like himself being ridiculed by a bunch of Taekwondo students, where could he even put his face? He was furious!

Watching Lin Feng, Wan Gang’s heart was seething with anger, unsure of what to say. Regardless, today he had to take Lin Feng down; otherwise, he would have no place to show his face. Having suffered humiliation twice, he couldn’t swallow this indignity no matter what; moreover, if word got out, it wouldn’t just be his own face he lost, but his master’s as well. This was absolutely unacceptable!

This time, Wan Gang didn’t rush forward hastily. Watching Lin Feng standing there, Wan Gang decided to bring out his most hidden moves. This Lin Feng, however one looked at him, seemed mysterious. How could someone of a similar age possess such terrifying skills, that speed, and that strength which should not be possible for him? This time, Wan Gang needed to use his full strength against such an opponent, because only by doing so could he ensure Lin Feng would be taken care of!

With this in mind, he watched Lin Feng with utmost seriousness, constantly increasing the speed at which he circulated his Cultivation Technique to the limit. Gradually, his body began to emit a dense killing intent. As his cultivation was nearly complete, he found a small stone on the ground and, before the eyes of all, crushed the not-so-large rock into many fragments with one hand. Then, flinging his hand in the motion of the Heavenly Maidens Scattering Blossoms, he hurled them towards Lin Feng.

The little stones produced whizzing sounds through the air like bullets, leaving no doubt that those small stones, with their speed, would inflict head injuries and profuse bleeding if they hit someone; the stone fragments came as a barrage with nowhere to hide!

As soon as the small stones were released, Wan Gang also moved, following them and charging at Lin Feng with a speed almost equal to that of the stones—like bullets, accompanied by the whistling sounds of tearing through the air. With a thrust aimed at Lin Feng, it was meant to be a fatal blow. "Let’s see how you dodge this," he thought. This move was his trump card. Although these stones weren’t large, their power was not much less than that of bullets. They could embed into tree bark and, if they hit a person, at the very least cause head injuries and broken bones, or at worst, penetrate the body and rupture internal organs causing death!

And following right behind them, if Lin Feng was hit by one or two of the small stones, which would influence his subsequent actions even slightly, Wan Gang would seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal strike. This unique move was his own creation, and with it, he had killed several master assassins, not to mention countless others below that level; he had lost count. "Today is your day of reckoning, Lin Feng!"

Thinking of this, Wan Gang’s "tiger claws" became even more ferocious, like two tigers descending the mountain, roaring as they charged towards Lin Feng, intent on tearing him to shreds!

Lin Feng was indeed surprised to see Wan Gang using this move, recognizing the man as talented for devising such a method for killing an enemy. This move would certainly catch others off guard—the power of those small stones was not to be underestimated. Without dodging, one would at the least feel paralyzed; at worst, one could be seriously injured. Then Wan Gang, following closely behind, would have the opportunity for a deadly strike. But dodging was not an option for most, as few could match the required speed, and even those who thought to dodge would likely fail. Thus, for the average person, Wan Gang’s move was indeed a killer tactic.

However, such tactics were useless against Lin Feng. The speed was not enough to threaten him. But the fact that Wan Gang would attempt to assassinate him angered Lin Feng. People like that needed to be dealt with immediately. With this thought, Lin Feng decided not to hold back any longer. He suddenly stepped forward and charged into the barrage of small stones.

Teacher Lin...

How dangerous, why is Teacher Lin charging forward!

Dangerous!

...

The members of the Taekwondo Association, seeing Lin Feng charge forward, immediately felt anxious. They all knew the power of the stones, which seemed even stronger than the previous assault on the crowd. Wasn’t Teacher Lin in danger now? Facing such a situation, one would surely dodge; why would Teacher Lin...

Teacher Lin is in danger! Mao Rongrong and Ye Xiaoyu, seeing Lin Feng charge toward the fierce shower of stones, were extremely worried, not understanding why Teacher Lin would head into such danger. They feared for his safety. Their hands unconsciously gripped tightly, hearts hanging on every move Lin Feng made, both hoping he would remain unharmed.

But Lin Feng was not struck by the stones as everyone had imagined. Instead, his movements were indescribably fast, eerily like a ghost slipping through the narrow gaps between the stones. Not a single one hit him as he smoothly sidestepped and instantly appeared beside Wan Gang, delivering a fierce kick to his flank.

Ah!

He... he passed through!

How is this possible...

...

All those present gaped in astonishment as Lin Feng moved through the stones, wiping their eyes in disbelief. Was this even human speed? Such frightful velocity was beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, truly inconceivable!

How did he move through those stones? How could he perform such an exaggerated feat? How could he possess such uncanny speed...

Wan Gang, seeing Lin Feng not dodging but instead hurtling towards him, nearly popped his eyes out of his sockets. How could it be possible? How could Lin Feng possibly move through such a dense swarm of stones, and like a phantom, no less? Was he a man or a ghost? Impossible, impossible!

But before Wan Gang could further contemplate the impossibility, Lin Feng’s foot had already struck him. A solid kick landed on Wan Gang’s lower back. Wan Gang, trying desperately to dodge the incoming kick, was dismayed to realize he couldn’t avoid Lin Feng’s foot—it was simply too fast for him to react...