novelraw Chapter 134: First Suppress, Then Raise; You Finish Your Act, I Take the Stage (Part 2)
Chapter 134: First Suppress, Then Raise; You Finish Your Act, I Take the Stage (Part 2)
It really is him!!
Du Huihui checked again and again. That face had simply left too deep an impression on her.
’I was just thinking about him, how did he suddenly appear?’
The eighth-grader in Du Huihui’s heart began to stir, making her wonder if she had some kind of hidden power.
But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside.
That wasn’t what was important right now. With him here, the foreign Martial Artists definitely couldn’t run rampant any longer!
A glint appeared in Du Huihui’s wide eyes.
The others in the crowd in front of the hotel didn’t recognize Yi Beidou, but the three people with him were extremely eye-catching.
"It’s Meng Qianyuan, the champion of the Martial Hero Conference’s Kyoto provincial tournament!"
"The two women with him are also top-100 contestants from the Martial Hero Conference: Zhou Baiwei from Qin Province and Yang Mutong, the Peacock Heroine from Han Province! They’re some of the rare female Martial Artists in the top 100!"
"They’re here for Jin Fenghua, aren’t they? Are our Donghua Martial Artists finally going to make a move?!"
"..."
The crowd murmured in surprise. Many of them were media professionals fanned out across Modu, and they knew the profiles of the Martial Hero Conference’s top 100 contestants like the back of their hands—especially popular and distinctive fighters like Meng Qianyuan and his companions.
As for Yi Beidou, he had garnered some attention for his two appearances during the qualifying matches, but he had missed the entire provincial tournament and was now largely forgotten by the public. The crowd didn’t focus on him.
The four of them looked past the crowd, their gazes all landing on Jin Fenghua in the clearing.
"Qian Yuan, go."
Yi Beidou said calmly. That man was Meng Qianyuan’s opponent.
"Yes, Sir."
Meng Qianyuan gave a slight nod and strode toward Jin Fenghua.
The surrounding crowd automatically parted to form a path. Next to him, ordinary people looked like miniature figurines; his oppressive presence was beyond words.
As he walked through the crowd, Meng Qianyuan glanced at the bent lamppost, then at Hu Mingzhe, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth while being supported by his fellow disciples. Finally, his eyes landed on Jin Fenghua.
"Meng Qianyuan from Kyoto. Care for a spar?"
Meng Qianyuan said to Jin Fenghua, his expression calm.
"The champion of the Kyoto provincial tournament, Meng Qianyuan?"
Jin Fenghua asked in heavily accented Donghua Language.
"The very same."
Meng Qianyuan nodded.
"Our Brother Jin just finished a fight! Are you Donghua People trying to wear him down by taking turns?! How shameless!"
Before Jin Fenghua could answer, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. It was another group of people in taekwondo uniforms, apparently from the same school as Jin Fenghua.
"Yeah! Can’t beat our Brother Jin, so you resort to dirty tricks?"
The Goryeo Martial Artists were incensed.
Hearing this, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
Those Goryeo people had a point.
They were quite clever, trying to seize the moral high ground for Jin Fenghua. This way, whether he chose to fight or retreat, he would hold the initiative instead of just reacting to his opponent’s tempo.
"That was my mistake. I’ll wait half an hour for you to rest."
"And I’ll fight you with one hand. How’s that?"
Meng Qianyuan’s expression remained unchanged in the face of their accusations. He simply raised one hand and spoke calmly.
The crowd erupted at his words.
Everyone had seen Jin Fenghua’s strength for themselves. Hu Mingzhe, the second-strongest from Su Province, was still lying on the sidelines.
To win with a one-hand handicap would mean their strengths weren’t even on the same level.
It seemed far too arrogant.
When Jin Fenghua heard this, his eyes narrowed. He felt despised and insulted.
With things having come to this, how could he possibly refuse the challenge?
"The champion of the Kyoto provincial tournament? I was just about to look for a provincial champion to fight next. Since you’ve served yourself up on a silver platter, I’ll make an example out of you. There’s no need to rest; I can fight right now. And I don’t need you to give me a one-hand handicap. I won’t take that kind of advantage."
Jin Fenghua said coolly.
"It makes no difference. I meant what I said. Go ahead and attack. I will only use one hand."
Meng Qianyuan was equally unmoved, placing one arm behind his back.
"Arrogant!"
A sharp glint flashed in Jin Fenghua’s eyes. He took a sudden deep breath. The Qi and blood in his body surged, his organs hummed, and his spirit focused to a needle point.
BOOM!!
He stomped on the ground, sending gravel flying. His body shot forward, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed ten paces to appear before Meng Qianyuan.
He lifted his leg and brought it down in a vicious chop!!
In that instant, Jin Fenghua’s Heart Intent was completely focused. It was as if he had severed all distracting thoughts, leaving only a single idea.
To split the very space before him!
This was Sky Splitting Taekwondo Dao’s Extreme Thought Splitting Sky.
Taekwondo primarily uses Leg Techniques.
And for Sky Splitting Taekwondo Dao, the axe kick was its strongest Technique.
An axe kick like a heavy axe, cleaving through everything, sundering mountains and rivers.
Within one’s Heart Intent, one must purge all distracting thoughts, leaving only the steadfast determination and courage to split the Void. The Heart Intent itself must become the sharpest of blades, one with the Leg Technique.
This was the essence of "Extreme Thought Splitting Sky."
BANG!!
As the kick descended, the air cracked with a sonic boom. The crowd was shocked to see that the Void itself seemed to have been split open.
It was an illusion, created by the channeling of Heart Intent combined with the ripples formed as the Leg Technique tore through the air.
The kick was ferocious in the extreme.
Yet Meng Qianyuan’s expression remained unchanged. The hand behind his back didn’t move, and he made no attempt to dodge.
BOOM!!
In an instant, an immense killing intent erupted from his body, surging toward Jin Fenghua like a tidal wave.
The man before him was no longer a man, but a Celestial King Rakshasa, its killing intent on full display, ready to subjugate all demons.
Killing Mind Zen!!
Jin Fenghua’s pupils contracted, but he was not afraid of this killing intent. At this moment, having purged himself of all distracting thoughts to retain only the Sky-Splitting Extreme Thought, his will was as sharp as a blade. How could it be so easily shaken?
This very Technique was immune to the influence of Heart Intent!
However, Meng Qianyuan never intended to defeat him with Heart Intent alone.
Facing Jin Fenghua’s Leg Technique, Meng Qianyuan reached out with one hand, aiming for his opponent’s ankle.
The crowd was horrified by this sight.
In terms of human anatomy, the legs are always far more powerful than the arms. A Leg Technique of Jin Fenghua’s caliber was certainly not something that could be blocked by a mere arm.
Just moments before, Hu Mingzhe had been forced to constantly dodge this same axe-like kick. A single careless move and the kick landed. Even though he had managed to block with both arms, his guard was instantly shattered, and he was sent flying, unable to continue the fight.
And Meng Qianyuan wasn’t even using two hands, but just one!
But how could they understand? Meng Qianyuan was exceptionally gifted. He possessed Innate Divine Strength, and after following Yi Beidou, he had learned to control it, allowing his power to reach a whole new level.
At this moment, he didn’t need anyone’s praise. He was a genuine "Semi-Saint"!
THUD!!
The axe-like kick collided with his palm with a dull thud. Meng Qianyuan stood firm, his feet planted, channeling the force of the blow down through his body and into the ground, which cracked in a spiderweb pattern beneath him.
He had caught the kick, solid as a rock.
’This man’s arm strength is even greater than the leg strength of a Martial Artist at the same level! And his body control is so masterful—he’s mastered a technique for rooting himself to the earth to disperse the force!!’
He immediately tried to pull his leg back, but it was too late.
Taekwondo’s Leg Techniques are powerful and flashy, but an unsuccessful attack leaves a massive opening.
Meng Qianyuan, of course, would not let such an opportunity pass.
CRACK!!
His hand, as large as a cattail fan, clamped down, locking firmly onto Jin Fenghua’s ankle.
"HAH!!"
With a low shout, he squatted, twisted his waist, and unleashed his strength. He hauled Jin Fenghua into the air by his leg, spun half a circle, and threw him like a sandbag.
The crowd cried out in alarm. Before anyone could get out of the way, Jin Fenghua’s body slammed into a stone pillar at the hotel entrance over ten meters away, cracking the stone on impact.
Jin Fenghua fell to the ground, clutching his chest in agony. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his gaze fixed on Meng Qianyuan in utter horror.
After a moment of silence, the crowd suddenly erupted into cheers.
Meng Qianyuan had actually defeated Jin Fenghua with just one hand, and in a single move!
His overwhelming, domineering strength left a deep impression on everyone’s minds.
It was a moment of pure vindication!
Who said Donghua Martial Artists couldn’t beat foreigners? The real masters just hadn’t made a move yet! These foreigners were only picking on the weak!
The disciples of Sky Splitting Taekwondo Dao cried out and rushed to Jin Fenghua’s side.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Innate Divine Strength and excellent fundamentals. It’s as if one of Donghua’s ancient overlords has been reborn. As expected of Donghua, a vast land full of hidden talents."
As the crowd cheered, a voice suddenly rang out. It echoed in everyone’s ears like a surround sound system, completely drowning out the chatter of several hundred people.
The crowd, slightly stunned, turned toward the source of the voice. Across the street, a middle-aged man in casual clothes and a well-dressed man in a suit were walking over at a leisurely pace.
The voice belonged to the tall, middle-aged man in casual clothes.
’Who is this person?’
"Master!"
Just then, the Sky Splitting Taekwondo Dao disciples surrounding Jin Fenghua suddenly straightened up and bowed respectfully to the approaching middle-aged man.
’Master?’
’Jin Fenghua’s master?’
The crowd’s hearts sank. Had they beaten the student, only for the master to show up?
Jin Fenghua was already so strong, and his master looked to be in his prime. His power could only be greater.
’Can Meng Qianyuan defeat him?’
However, to the crowd’s surprise, the middle-aged man didn’t walk toward Meng Qianyuan. Instead, his gaze fell upon the unfamiliar young man standing next to the large SUV.
"Is he your disciple?"
The middle-aged man asked Yi Beidou.
Hearing the man’s words, the crowd was stunned. They couldn’t quite wrap their heads around it.
They looked from Meng Qianyuan to Yi Beidou. By all appearances, Meng Qianyuan looked older and more mature than this unfamiliar young man. They had originally assumed he was just one of Meng Qianyuan’s followers.
"That’s not something you need to worry about. You should be more concerned with your own safety."
Yi Beidou turned around, his expression calm as he spoke.