Chapter 656: Chapter 614: Asiba, Finish Him Off!
"Am I going to challenge all of you alone? Or are all of you going to gang up on me?"
When Qin Fan’s lazy, disdainful words came out, the Huaxia natives within the Taekwondo Club were all dumbfounded.
Did Qin Fan misspeak? Did he mean something else?
There were well over a hundred of these Koreans and their bootlicking lackeys combined.
One person challenging the entire group? Has he gone mad? How is that any different from suicide? No matter how well he can fight, he can’t possibly win; he’d be drowned if each of them so much as spat on him once!
"Boss Fan, did you misspeak?" the president of the Martial Arts Club asked, dumbstruck.
"I said what I said! Let’s get this over with. I don’t have time to deal with them one by one, so let them all come at me. No matter how many ants there are, they’re still just ants. One stomp and they’ll die in droves. A hundred-odd pieces of trash piled together are still just a pile of trash!" Qin Fan said with a disdainful laugh, shaking his head.
"Damn it, what is he saying?"
Seeing the Huaxia students standing there stunned, the president of the Taekwondo Club lunged forward, grabbed one of their Huaxia members, and demanded an answer in his crude jargon.
The Huaxia student, who was already shocked by Qin Fan’s apparent death wish, trembled violently. "P-President," he stammered fearfully, "he... he said, are we ganging up on him, or is he challenging all of us alone?"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
As the words left the student’s mouth, the crowd of Koreans froze for a moment before roaring in absolute fury.
One person challenging all of them? What did he take them for? Trash? Losers? Ants?
In that moment, the perpetually arrogant Koreans felt a profound humiliation. This was an utter trampling of their dignity!
The president felt an overwhelming sense of shame, as if his very dignity had been trampled. "Tell him I alone am more than enough to make him question his own existence!" he seethed through gritted teeth, shoving the Huaxia student away.
In the eyes of these contemptible Koreans, the Huaxia members of their club were nothing more than fawning lapdogs who worshipped and envied them. Even as club members, they were never treated as equals. They were allowed to join primarily to satisfy the Koreans’ sense of glory and to express disdain for the Martial Arts Club. It was their way of taunting them, as if to say, "If your Huaxia martial arts are so great, then why are your own students wagging their tails, begging to learn our Taekwondo?"
Surging with rage, the Taekwondo Club president flung the student aside and let out a sharp yell. Without another word, he charged toward Qin Fan.
Watching the black belt’s attack approach as if in slow motion, Qin Fan merely shook his head in contempt. He stood his ground, waiting for the flurry of punches and kicks to reach him.
"Boss Fan, watch out!"
"Big Brother, be careful!"
"Old Four, look out!"
Despite Qin Fan’s dismissive attitude, the members of the Martial Arts Club, along with Li Yunzhe, Wang Dalu, and Zhu Houqing, all cried out in alarm.
"Relax," Qin Fan said with a laugh.
The instant the word left his lips, he exploded into motion. A straight, powerful whip kick swung out with vicious force.
It happened so fast that no one could track the movement. Even the Taekwondo Club president only saw a blur before an immense force slammed into his face. A spray of saliva burst from his mouth.
The next moment, his body shot backward like a cannonball, smashing into the Taekwondo Club members who hadn’t had time to react. A wave of bodies toppled over with a deafening crash, and a chorus of pained howls echoed through the dojo.
"President!"
"President!"
The other Taekwondo Club members stared with wide eyes and shouted in disbelief.
Feeling half his face go numb, the Taekwondo Club president was flooded with shame. He’d been taken down without even touching his opponent? In front of everyone?
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
"That’s called a whip kick. A Shaolin Whip Kick. It’s one of the simplest moves in Huaxia martial arts," Qin Fan announced calmly. "Come on, all of you at once! Like I said, if even one of you is still standing at the end, I lose. Actually, let’s change the rules. You all attack me together. If anyone is still standing in one minute, I lose! I, Qin Fan, will publicly declare that I’m no match for your Taekwondo Club!"
He then turned to the Huaxia student who had translated for the president earlier. "Hey, bootlicker, go translate that for them."
"Boss Fan, are you saying you’re going to take down over a hundred people in one minute?" the Martial Arts Club president exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
This is insane! Absolutely insane! Does he think he’s a machine gun? That he can just mow them all down?
"Hmm, it might not even take that long," Qin Fan replied with a playful smirk, his eyes sweeping over the crowd of Koreans with pure scorn.
When the Huaxia student faithfully translated Qin Fan’s new challenge, the Koreans could no longer contain their rage.
"Damn it, get him!" a young man with obvious status in the club roared.
At his command, the Koreans swarmed toward Qin Fan like a hive of angry bees. After seeing their president taken down with a single kick, they knew their opponent was no pushover. For the honor of Taekwondo and for their Korean national pride, they had to defeat this arrogant Huaxia bastard no matter what!
Facing the onslaught, Qin Fan’s lips curled into a sinister smile. This time, he didn’t wait. He lunged forward, moving like a phantom.
The next second, screams erupted.
From the periphery, Li Yunzhe and the others had no idea what was happening. All they could hear was the relentless and ever-frequent cries of pain.
Bodies were dropping in heaps.
By the time Li Yunzhe and the others snapped out of their shock, only five or six Taekwondo Club members were left standing. Qin Fan leaped up and unleashed another ghostly whip kick. The last few men cried out as they were sent tumbling to the ground, unable to dodge in time.
All in all, it had only been forty seconds.
But the vast majority of the Taekwondo Club members were down. Over a hundred men were now rolling and howling on the floor.
Li Yunzhe was dumbfounded.
Wang Dalu and Zhu Houqing were stunned.
The president of the Martial Arts Club was in shock.
The core members of the Martial Arts Club who had come with them were all wide-eyed and tongue-tied, frozen in place.
Outside, the students watching the screen of Young Master Zhe’s livestream couldn’t stop rubbing their eyes.
It’s over? It’s fucking over already?
From start to finish, the only distinct movements they saw from Qin Fan were the initial charge before the attack and the final leaping kick. In a mere forty seconds, a hundred-odd arrogant Koreans, who had always looked down on everyone else, had been utterly decimated.
Holy hell! Are we sure this isn’t some special effects movie?
A deathly silence spread among the spectators outside.
Inside the Taekwondo Club, aside from the groans of the fallen Koreans, Li Yunzhe and his friends were speechless for a long time. Even the Huaxia students who had avoided the fight by not joining the initial mob stood frozen, holding their breath, not daring to move or utter a single word.
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