The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1117 - 1113: Jin Kuihe

"Why are you so weak?"

In the quiet scene, Zhong Damin’s puzzled voice echoed.

These words, like sharp arrows, pierced directly into Liu Hongguang’s heart.

He flew into a rage: "You little bastard, don’t get cocky; I haven’t used my full strength yet."

He tried to get up, and just as Zhong Damin was in a daze, Qin Hao shouted, "Don’t give him a chance to get up, keep hitting! Hit him until he submits!"

These domineering words awakened Zhong Damin. He took a step forward and kicked Liu Guanghong in the back of the knee again.

"Ah!"

The back of the knee is a vulnerable spot in the human body, and Liu Guanghong fell to his knees again in pain, his knees hitting the floor with a thud.

"Continue!"

Qin Hao’s domineering voice sounded again, and in his excitement, Zhong Damin kicked again.

"Ah!" Liu Guanghong was hit in the back of the other knee and let out a scream.

The pain was evident, but more unbearable was the humiliation.

A White Belt, a worthless person, someone bullied at school.

Now, stepping on his head?

"Zhong Damin, damn you! I’m going to kill you later!" Liu Hongguang shouted angrily, face twisted with rage.

Zhong Damin was taken aback, instinctively stepping back, and Qin Hao’s voice came again, "What are you afraid of? Right now, you are the master! Hit him until he begs for mercy!"

"Yes!" Qin Hao’s magnetic voice gave Zhong Damin enormous courage.

His face took on a manic look, and he kept hitting Liu Guanghong on the head.

"Ah! My head is going to explode!" Liu Guanghong held his head, seeing stars and feeling immense pain. Yet even so, she didn’t stop cursing: "Little bastard! You dirty little wretch, keep hitting! Once I recover, I’m going to skin you alive!"

"Die!" Despite being in such a dire situation, she still dared to threaten him, which angered Zhong Damin even more.

He let out a furious roar, punching harder.

Though careless, he hit Liu Guanghong’s cheek, causing the latter to scream, "My face! You dare hit my face?"

"I’m hitting you, so what? Not just hitting; I’m going to slap you, too!"

Zhong Damin screamed with bloodshot eyes, incessantly slapping Liu Guanghong’s face.

Bam bam bam bam!

A series of crisp sounds, like firecrackers going off.

Liu Guanghong’s cheeks swelled red with pain, unable to utter a sound.

"Boohoo!" Liu Guanghong began to suffer in pain, truly scared now.

This useless junior of hers, today, seemed like a completely different person.

Was he a wild beast or what!

Nevertheless, the only reason for such a drastic transformation was Qin Hao’s manipulation.

Thinking of this, Liu Guanghong instinctively glanced at Qin Hao, eyes filled with fear.

Who exactly was this man?

A few words, and he made Zhong Damin improve so much.

Several shouts, and he turned the timid Zhong Damin courageous.

He completely transformed the whole person.

Terrifying, isn’t it!

"So, do you submit now?" Having fought for so long, Zhong Damin was exhausted as well. He shouted angrily, face flushed.

"Boohoo..." Liu Guanghong whimpered, reluctantly nodding.

"Good!" Zhong Damin showed a satisfied smile: "If you did this earlier, you wouldn’t have suffered so much!"

"Boohoo!" Liu Guanghong had become completely submissive.

Now, he found Zhong Damin truly frightening!

The sudden reversal made Jin Taixi very uncomfortable.

Liu Hongguang.

The disciple she carefully taught, being beaten by someone who had only learned for a few days.

Alright, this situation is quite surreal.

The most surreal person here was still Qin Hao!

Jin Taixi stared intently at Qin Hao, eyes mixed with surprise and jealousy.

On another note.

Zhong Damin received the expected answer, feeling extremely happy.

He turned around excitedly, actually kneeling in front of Qin Hao: "Master up above..."

"Stop!" Qin Hao immediately raised his hand: "Don’t mess around; I have too many disciples already. It was just a simple trick or two."

"No! I don’t want it that way!" Zhong Damin started shaking his head, with undiminished excitement: "I just realized that the much-hyped Taekwondo is so weak. Teach... brother, please teach me Martial Arts!"

He was itching for it desperately.

He didn’t know what Qin Hao did to him.

But in just a few words, he became so outstanding — practically Divine Skills!

So, to hell with Taekwondo and all that!

Seeing this, Jin Taixi’s heart was practically bleeding.

In comparison, Taekwondo seemed at a disadvantage.

But could that waste Liu Hongguang represent all of Taekwondo?

His unstoppable anger erupted as he shouted, "Jin Kuihe!"

In the next moment.

The students over there stopped training.

They all turned to look, faces filled with confusion. They were so focused on training just now that none of the students saw what happened here.

They had no idea what had taken place.

Seeing Liu Hongguang lying on the ground, the students were very surprised.

Before long, a young man with bangs and monolids, looking very much like a second Jin Taixi, walked out from among the students.

He seemed to be in his twenties, but he walked with a vigorous stride, his posture very upright, easily making people think of a skilled fighter.

As he approached, he respectfully saluted Jin Taixi and, in Korean, asked, "Master, is there something you need?"

Jin Taixi angrily pointed at Zhong Damin, "This bastard dares to insult Taekwondo and South Korea. You know what to do, right?"

"Is that so? Does he want to die?" Jin Kuihe’s face turned icy as he glanced at Jin Taixi.

"You know what to do?" Jin Taixi asked.

"Of course!" Jin Kuihe clenched his fists tightly, joints making cracking sounds.

Soon, he took three big steps towards Zhong Damin: "You despicable Chinese, do you dare insult our South Korea?"

He said this in broken Chinese, but it was barely understandable.

Zhong Damin turned his head, face confused: "What are you talking about?"

"Stand up like a man!"

Jin Kuihe couldn’t be bothered to say more, pointing at Zhong Damin.

Zhong Damin shook his head: "I’m in the middle of revering my master, don’t disturb me!"

Revering a master?

Jin Kuihe instinctively glanced at Qin Hao, a look of disdain flashed across his face: "That’s the kind of despicable student you produce?"

Qin Hao smiled without speaking. In fact, Zhong Damin wasn’t officially his disciple yet.

Seeing Qin Hao’s silence, Jin Kuihe thought the other was scared, and scolded, "Worthless!"

"Don’t insult my master!" Zhong Damin stood up immediately, face turning angry, "I know you’re called Jin Kuihe, the youngest Black Belt record holder in Korea. But I’m not afraid of you!"