The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1118 - 1114: Teaching by Example and Precept

"Oh?" Jin Kuihe was somewhat surprised.

He hadn’t expected the other party to know who he was and still be so confident?

After the surprise came anger, great anger.

Such a lowly Chinese bug, dare to speak with such attitude?

"You must die!" Jin Kuihe said, stretching out his finger and beckoning: "Come over, die!"

Zhong Damin gritted his teeth, and couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous inside.

Defeating Liu Guanghong was impressive.

But what about Jin Kuihe?

The two of them were not on the same level at all.

Comparing them would be like the gap between a kindergartener and a college student.

Facing such a formidable opponent, Zhong Damin had no confidence at all.

At this moment, Qin Hao spoke: "If you can take down this stick, I’ll take you as my disciple."

"Really!"

Zhong Damin turned his head, his face was full of joy.

If I defeat this Korean, I can become this elder brother’s disciple?

It’s simply wonderful!

Suddenly, fighting intent surged from his heart, Zhong Damin looked at Jin Kuihe excitedly, no longer afraid.

Jin Kuihe ignored Zhong Damin and instead looked coldly at Qin Hao: "You Chinese dare to disrespect me. I’ll teach this brat a lesson and then deal with you!"

"Don’t insult my master!"

Zhong Damin shouted and struck out at Jin Kuihe.

Oh.

Jin Kuihe’s eyes saw Zhong Damin’s speed was very fast, almost reaching in front in just a second.

He was surprised by Zhong Damin’s skill, but it was just surprise.

At this level, defeating him was impossible!

"A petty trick!" As Zhong Damin reached the front, Jin Kuihe smirked disdainfully, and a high kick shot out.

Bang!

The kick was swift, at a tricky angle, and instantly hit Zhong Damin’s stomach.

Zhong Damin cried out in pain, his body falling backward onto the ground, clutching his chest in great discomfort.

"Hahaha! Trash!" Jin Taixi couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

Having waited so long to see the enemy suffer, how could he miss such an opportunity?

He arrogantly stared at Qin Hao: "Is this the disciple you trained? Can’t even withstand a kick from my Kuihe, trash!"

Saying this, he raised his middle finger.

Jin Kuihe was equally arrogant: "Master, will letting me deal with this trash waste my effort a bit?"

Jin Taixi mockingly said: "Kuihe, don’t be overconfident, you should know the trash’s master thinks he’s quite formidable! Perhaps with some guidance, you could lose!"

"Guidance?" Jin Kuihe didn’t understand much.

Jin Taixi laughed: "It’s nothing, trivial matters, really it’s Liu Guanghong, the Chinese, who’s trash!"

Various derogatory words entered his ears, making Zhong Damin feel like his brain was going to explode.

He’s a very genuine nationalist.

He couldn’t stand others insulting his country and family.

He’d known Qin Hao for less than half an hour.

But the other’s image had firmly taken root in his mind, like a mentor.

Now, these Koreans were insulting his master like this.

In anger, Zhong Damin got up, barely standing, and started coughing painfully.

"Hahaha! This trash still wants to fight?" Jin Kuihe laughed recklessly: "Trash! Get out, you’re unworthy to play with me! Watch how I make your so-called master search for his teeth on the ground, I’d like to see your feelings then!"

Jin Taixi thought so too.

The main reason for his anger was Qin Hao. As long as Qin Hao got beaten, he’d feel better.

"Kuihe, go teach that Qin Hao a lesson!"

Jin Taixi pointed at Qin Hao.

"Yes!" Jin Kuihe responded, stepping forward, ready to strike Qin Hao.

"Stop!" Zhong Damin opened his arms, blocking Jin Kuihe: "I haven’t lost yet, challenge me first!"

"You? Courting death?"

Jin Kuihe’s face flashed with anger.

He hated crawlers disrupting at a crucial moment.

Now, this crawler appeared, how could he tolerate it?

Intuitively, Jin Kuihe lifted his foot, ready to strike.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew, and Jin Kuihe instinctively squinted.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhong Damin was gone.

His body appeared three meters away, next to Qin Hao.

What was going on?

How did he suddenly move so far?

Did he have such speed?

While Jin Kuihe was puzzled, Qin Hao patted Zhong Damin’s shoulder, saying: "Young man, don’t rush, you need time and practice to defeat this guy..."

Just now, Zhong Damin thought he was about to be hit, but unexpectedly was rescued by Qin Hao.

He was moved and felt aggrieved: "But I can’t watch him insult you like this, elder brother!"

Qin Hao let out a helpless laugh: "Remember, in a battle, avoid being rash. As long as you maintain your focus, there’s still a chance to win against this stick."

Jin Taixi and Jin Kuihe, both furious, said in unison: "Who are you calling a stick!"

Qin Hao ignored them, continuing to offer advice: "This stick practices Taekwondo, primarily at mid to long-range, how do you think you can win?"

"Could it be... close-range attack?" Zhong Damin said naively.

"That’s right, compared to punches, legs are somewhat inconvenient. As long as you get close, this stick might end up crying."

Qin Hao said with a smile.

"You damn stick, your whole family are sticks!" Jin Kuihe spat in anger.

Jin Taixi shouted: "Stop talking, go deal with him!"

Wanting to maintain dignity, he really wished to deal with Qin Hao personally.

Over here, they were domineering, but Qin Hao seemed to not hear, continuing: "Remember, don’t rush, let the stick attack first, find the opportunity to get close, then beat the stick fiercely!"

Labeling them as sticks repeatedly, Jin Kuihe was smoking with anger, rushing over, shouting: "You’re all dead!"

Then, Zhong Damin’s eyes lit up, nodding: "Okay elder brother, I must defeat this stick!"

"Pfft!"

Jin Kuihe almost spat out blood.

This... Even Zhong Damin was brainwashed, calling us sticks?

Damn evil Qin Hao!

Feeling enraged, Jin Kuihe pushed harder with his feet, approaching to kick Zhong Damin.

This Chinese waste dared to block the way, let’s use him as an example first!

As Jin Kuihe neared, Zhong Damin had already turned, entering fully alert mode.

When that angry kick came, his eyes narrowed, forcing his emotions into calm.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Jin Kuihe’s originally swift actions suddenly slowed, still fast but now within a range that could be reacted to.

"He’s aiming for your left shoulder, duck to the right!"

In a trance, Qin Hao’s voice came from behind.