Chapter 657: Chapter 615: Kneel Down and Speak!
At this moment, the Huaxia students, known derisively as "Korean wannabes," were not just shocked by Qin Fan’s superhuman combat prowess—they were terrified!
When Qin Fan’s gaze swept over them, all thirty or so students couldn’t help but tremble. The bobbing of their Adam’s apples revealed a panic they couldn’t conceal. Hearing the anguished groans of the Taekwondo experts, they dared not imagine what would happen when it was their turn.
"Take off those uniforms, quit the club, and get out of here!"
I originally planned on not letting these wannabes off the hook either. But beating up my own countrymen in front of this Korean trash would be making a mockery of my own people. After some consideration, he abandoned the idea of dealing with them all at once. Instead, he looked at them with an impassive gaze and spoke coolly.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
They never expected Qin Fan to show them mercy and let them off the hook. Upon hearing his words, the thirty or so Huaxia students jolted. Without a second thought, they cried out, trembling with a mix of fear and relief.
"Take them off—and get lost! Don’t ever set foot in here again, or I’ll beat you every single time I see you! It’s not that foreign monks are better at chanting scriptures, nor is the moon any rounder abroad! Once you master the true essence of Huaxia martial arts, it’s just as formidable!" Qin Fan said, taking a deep breath.
Looking at these so-called wannabes, he had a hundred impulses to thrash them, but he held back.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Beyond saying "yes," these Huaxia students had no idea how else to respond. With that, they scrambled to shed their Taekwondo Uniforms. Seeing this, Qin Fan couldn’t be bothered with them any longer.
He turned around and roared with dominance, "Next!"
With that, he strode out with his head held high.
On the livestream, the students who had gathered to watch went wild when they saw Qin Fan emerge.
"Lord Fan is mighty!"
"Lord Fan is mighty!"
"Lord Fan is mighty!"
Each wave of cheers was more thunderous than the last, with many people screaming hysterically. The arrogance of the Korean punks was something that no student with passionate Flame Yellow Blood in their veins could stand. But as much as they despised it, reason had always forced them to endure.
Now, Qin Fan had single-handedly crushed that arrogance. One could only imagine how exhilarating this moment of vindication felt!
Amid the cheers that soared to the heavens, Qin Fan walked out with a faint, unreadable smile, showing neither joy nor sorrow. He didn’t respond to the chants, instead stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading coolly toward his next destination.
"So handsome!"
"Incredible grades, warm-hearted yet tough, not arrogant or distant, down-to-earth, and a filial son! Oh my god, how can a man like this exist? I can’t take it! I’ve completely fallen for him!"
"Yaya, my face feels so hot. Look, is it red?"
"Forget you girls, even we guys are completely conquered by Lord Fan’s charm! Man, if I were just one-tenth as awesome as him, I’d be set!"
"One percent would be more than enough, let alone ten percent, damn it!"
Guys and girls alike formed a massive procession, following behind Qin Fan and chattering excitedly. A dense forest of smartphones was raised high, capturing the scene.
The name Qin Fan, after lying dormant for a time at Jinling University, was once again causing a massive stir.
「In the School Committee office.」
The university leadership watched the livestream on a large screen, all sharing helpless, bitter smiles.
"What are we going to do about this?" a high-ranking official asked the principals.
"What can we do? He’s a monster talent that the Ministry of Education itself has told us to handle with care. What could we possibly do to him? Besides, he didn’t start this. One side issued a challenge, the other accepted. It’s not a matter of life or death or serious injury, so let him be! This is actually good. It serves as a lesson for those students who blindly admire foreign things, and it promotes Huaxia martial arts at the same time. Qin Fan said it well: a foreign monk isn’t necessarily better at chanting scriptures, nor is the moon any rounder abroad!"
As he finished, the principal’s expression grew indignant.
"So we just do nothing?" another official asked.
"What do you mean, do nothing? Aren’t we watching the livestream? With the Taekwondo Club as a cautionary tale, I doubt the other clubs formed by international students will be like moths to a flame, courting disaster!" The principal chuckled knowingly and turned his gaze back to the screen.
This side of the old scholar left the other leaders speechless.
After the Taekwondo Club, Qin Fan’s second stop was the Judo Club, which consisted primarily of Japanese exchange students.
However, as soon as Qin Fan stepped inside, a student with a headband bearing the rising sun flag stepped forward to meet him. Before Qin Fan could speak, he preemptively said in broken Chinese, "Our Judo Club admits defeat!"
"Kneel when you speak," Qin Fan said with a wicked, arrogant smirk, not at all surprised by their surrender.
"What?" the president of the Judo Club exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
They had surrendered immediately, yet he still demanded they kneel and admit fault?
"Either kneel and admit defeat, or we fight to the end! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you end up in a worse state than those bastards from the other club!" Qin Fan shook his head nonchalantly, his tone mocking.
"You bastard!" Unable to tolerate the provocative humiliation, the Judo Club president blurted out in a fit of rage.
SLAP!
Too lazy to waste any more words, the moment the curse left his lips, Qin Fan whipped a backhand slap across his face.
The Judo Club president, who weighed over sixty kilograms, cried out as he was sent flying. He was flung several meters away, and he spat out several teeth mixed with a mouthful of blood.
The power of that single slap stunned the entire room and shocked everyone watching the livestream.
By now, it wasn’t just Jinling University students watching. Countless outsiders had joined the livestream through various shared links. When they saw Qin Fan send the Judo Club’s Japanese president flying with one slap, everyone—apart from a few with twisted values who jeered that it was a staged, pathetic act—erupted in fervent cheers.
In Huaxia, beating up the Korean punks, beating up the Japanese devils—no matter when or where, it would always stir the blood of the descendants of Flame and Yellow!
"I’ll give you five seconds to choose! Either kneel, or fight! If I let this go with just a casual admission of defeat, wouldn’t my written challenge have been a waste of paper?" Qin Fan said, his eyes sweeping over the pale faces of the Japanese students one by one, a chilling intent radiating from him.
"Five!"
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
Just as Qin Fan was about to call out "one," a soft thud was heard.
The Judo Club president, the one who’d had several teeth knocked out by Qin Fan’s slap, had kneeled.
"Yamamoto!" This act prompted several cries of shock from the others.
"The Huaxia people have a saying: ’A wise man knows when to bend and when to stretch’! There’s no need for us to suffer like this! Besides, I have to be responsible for all of you!" the kneeling student said through gritted teeth, muttering in Japanese.
Qin Fan didn’t understand what he was saying, nor did he need to. "Just one of you?" he asked.
The sound of grinding teeth intensified at his words.
The next moment, a series of dull thuds sounded.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Following their president’s lead, the rest of the Judo Club members all knelt, gritting their teeth as they shouted in utter humiliation, "We admit defeat!"
"Next!"
With a wave of his hand, Qin Fan, a man of his word, turned and walked away.
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