At this moment, everyone could see that Feng Na was pulling Li Yundong's leg. Though no one knew what grudge existed between them, it had to be said that the little farce just now was hilarious and brought so much laughter that the crowd felt lightheaded.

Even some teachers who had previously disapproved of Li Yundong’s demeanor couldn't help but wipe away tears while chuckling, "Alright, alright, proceed with your regular performances; no fooling around. This exchange meeting won't tolerate such antics."

Feng Na knew the importance of knowing when to stop, flashing a bright grin at the teacher. "Just kidding with my junior schoolmate!"

Li Yundong stood beside her, caught between laughter and tears. "You call that kidding?"

Feng Na stuck out her tongue at him. "Who told you to offend me earlier!"

Li Yundong sighed helplessly, clasping his hands together. "Esteemed master, this humble monk was blind and foolish. May you grant forgiveness!"

Feng Na returned the gesture with equal solemnity. "Amitabha. The Buddha said, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and find the shore. For a prodigal son to repent is truly moving; all the gods and buddhas in heaven weep for joy!"

After this exchange, they looked at each other and burst into loud laughter.

Although this brief commotion caused Li Yundong some embarrassment on stage and required him to play the fool, the gazes of the girls in the audience at him grew brighter.

Who wouldn't like a guy who was both sunny and handsome, as well as funny and engaging?

Some girls secretly whispered to each other, "Ah, if only I had such a fun boyfriend!"

"Go on, didn't you always say you disliked homebodies?"

"A homebody this interesting... maybe worth considering!"

"Hmph, you superficial shrew, you only care that he's handsome!"

"Alas, handsomeness is what I desire, and wit is also what I desire!"

"Pah, look at the beauty next to him! What level is she at! Aren't you afraid of feeling inadequate?"

Li Yundong had no idea the girls were discussing him privately. He looked at Feng Na and said, "Hey, seriously now, what else do you need me to perform? If that's all, I'll slip out."

Seeing him turn to leave, Feng Na quickly grabbed him. "Hey, hey, you still have to perform the stone-breaking and flying kick against the wooden board!"

Li Yundong sighed. "If it's fortune, it's not misfortune; if it's misfortune, it can’t be avoided! Fine, hurry up and throw whatever else you have at me, I’ll handle it."

Feng Na laughed. "That's it! Did you think you needed to clear the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men formation?"

Li Yundong chuckled dismissively. "Eighteen Bronze Men? You’re joking. Are you going to invite people from the Shaolin Temple? You might wish for it, but could you even invite them?"

Feng Na smiled faintly. "Oh? Are you serious? You really want to recreate the Eighteen Bronze Men?"

Li Yundong saw Feng Na’s sharp gaze and worried that this crazy woman might actually conjure up an eighteen-man array like in the movie The God of Cookery, complete with mop handles and stools swinging wildly. He wouldn't be able to handle that!

Li Yundong quickly relented. "Alright, alright, you win! I’m scared of you!"

Feng Na beamed triumphantly. "Good that you know!"

Afterward, Cheng Cheng brought people from backstage to stack several roof tiles on the stage, one by one. Everyone clearly heard the clatter as the tiles met, and murmurs spread: "Are those real tiles? Can he actually do it?"

Li Yundong had never broken roof tiles before, and he too felt a bit uncertain. He instinctively walked to the edge of the stage, crouched down, and asked Su Chan in the audience, "Hey, can it be done?"

Su Chan waved her hand carelessly. "No problem, this is small stuff!"

Li Yundong had only asked casually, but hearing Su Chan's confidence instantly swelled his heart, as if his strength had increased severalfold.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and his frame seemed to expand slightly. He walked up to the stack of tiles and drew a fist in the air.

Feng Na, knowing this was serious business, looked rather nervous and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, can you do it? If not, I'll find someone else, it’s fine. Just don't let anything happen to you."

Li Yundong turned and smiled at her. "It's fine, don't worry!"

Li Yundong thought to himself: when he previously went astray in his practice, he could smash the incomparably hard marble stage; there was no reason he couldn't break a few tiles.

Feng Na was still uneasy and advised again, "Remember, when you punch, make sure your trajectory is straight, decisive, and swift!"

Li Yundong didn't reply. He focused his mind slightly, just about to bring his fist down, when a voice cut in from nearby. "Smashing tiles, what skill is that? It won't draw much attention. Why don't we spar instead?"

Li Yundong turned his head to see Zhou Yu, who had caused him trouble at the school gate before, standing with a young man of average height wearing a dark blue short-sleeved Tang suit and cloth shoes with layered soles.

Feng Na frowned. "Zhou Yu, what are you doing?"

Zhou Yu glanced at her and waved dismissively. "Na Na, this is none of your business, step aside."

Seeing that both men were staring at him, clearly targeting him, Li Yundong frowned inwardly. He stood up, his expression turning cold, and asked, "What do you want?"

Zhou Yu pointed to the young man beside him. "This is my senior martial brother, Huang Yifei, the fifth-generation inheritor of Guangdong Lin’s Iron Wire Fist!"

Huang Yifei wasn't particularly tall, maybe only around 1.7 meters. His skin was dark, and his features were typically Cantonese, but his arms were massive. Especially the forearms revealed from his sleeves, the muscles like steel cables, incredibly intimidating.

From the moment this young man saw Li Yundong, his gaze had been locked onto him, unwavering, like a beast tracking prey.

Li Yundong felt a prickle of unease under Huang Yifei’s almost tangible stare. His pores spontaneously contracted, and the Golden Core internal energy within his body automatically activated its protective function, circulating rapidly.

As this energy circulated, Li Yundong's entire aura instantly transformed!

Previously, the teachers and students on and off the stage felt that although Li Yundong possessed a powerful presence, that presence was merely bright and masculine, not aggressive.

But now, Li Yundong’s brows suddenly knitted together, his eyes flashing like lightning as they met Huang Yifei's. The air around him seemed to ignite, scorching hot!

This was the purest Yang energy in existence!

Su Chan in the audience couldn't help but admire inwardly: Li Yundong may have achieved great fortune in his cultivation and possessed astonishing luck, but his personality was gentle on the surface and firm inside; dealing with him was like flowing water. Yet, within his chest lay a bedrock of conviction, and when facing a strong enemy, he neither cowered nor lost heart, but instead advanced to meet the challenge!

This character, combined with such pure Yang energy, naturally meant his cultivation would proceed with twice the result with half the effort, unstoppable!

Feng Na keenly sensed the scent of conflict and sneered, "Zhou Yu, you’re something else. I never realized you were so capable. Now that you know you can’t beat Li Yundong, you invite your senior brother to step in!"

Zhou Yu sneered back. "You think I can't beat him?"

Previously at the school gate, Zhou Yu had witnessed Li Yundong taking on multiple opponents and had been momentarily awed by his aura, preventing him from acting. But the more he thought about it afterward, the more stifled he felt. He told his senior martial brother about the incident, and Huang Yifei immediately pointed out: "You must defeat this person, otherwise your state of mind will be shattered by him, and your martial arts progress will stall completely from now on!"

Zhou Yu’s heart chilled, and he resolved to publicly defeat Li Yundong and humiliate him thoroughly. He and his senior brother Huang Yifei had privately sparred and discussed strategies tailored to counter Li Yundong's immense strength. Having devised a plan, they chose today, the rehearsal day, to issue their challenge.

Zhou Yu pointed at Huang Yifei. "I invited my senior brother here to be a witness."

The Vice Principal, who had been observing the rehearsal as a judge from the sidelines, spoke with shock and anger. "What are you doing? Do you take the school for a martial arts hall? If you want to fight, go outside! This is a school!"

Zhou Yu turned to the Vice Principal and spoke eloquently. "Principal Ke, since the exchange day with the University of Pennsylvania is about promoting our Chinese culture and the culture of our Central South University, why is only the Taekwondo Club allowed to participate and not us?"

Principal Ke stomped his foot in anger. "Nonsense, absurd! Are you treating the exchange meeting like child's play? The Taekwondo Club is a formally registered school organization. Do you have one?"

Director Qian, who had been observing coldly, suddenly had an idea. He stepped forward and said, "Principal Ke, our school actually does have a Martial Arts Club."

Principal Ke's expression froze, as if slapped across the face. He turned and looked at Director Qian with displeasure. "Oh? How come I don't know about it?"

Although Director Qian was only the Director of Academic Affairs, he wasn't entirely intimidated by this second-in-command of the school. He merely smiled and said, "This is a martial arts club spontaneously formed by students, essentially civilian in nature. It was officially registered at the school a year ago, but due to poor management, the registration was later canceled."

Principal Ke turned back, his tone stern. "That won't do either. A friendly exchange between two universities should look like a friendly exchange. What does fighting look like? If something happens, who takes responsibility!"

Zhou Yu quickly chimed in. "Principal Ke, we consider this 'meeting friends through martial arts,' stopping at the first touch, there absolutely won't be any problems! If anything happens, I am willing to voluntarily withdraw from school!"

Zhou Yu had firmly intended to prove in front of everyone that he was superior to the currently popular Li Yundong. Therefore, he didn't intend to seriously injure or cripple Li Yundong; just making him lose face would suffice.

Principal Ke was furious and wanted to refuse, but Director Qian's eyes lit up when he heard this. A very insidious idea immediately formed in his mind. He encouraged the principal, "Principal Ke, what student Zhou Yu says has some merit. Think about it, a sparring match between Taekwondo and Chinese Martial Arts would be a bigger draw. Moreover, they are both adults and practitioners of martial arts; they will surely hold back their power."

Principal Ke stared intently at Director Qian. "Easier said than done. If something happens, are you responsible or am I?"

Director Qian smiled slyly, looking quite cunning. "What are you worried about? Isn't Vice Mayor Zhou coming that day? He oversees education. With him present, what responsibility do you need to bear? When the sky falls, isn't there always someone taller to take the hit? Furthermore, I don't think any real problems will arise from this. But if it garners praise from the leadership, you’ll look good too, won't you?"

Principal Ke’s eyes shifted, and his gaze toward Director Qian gained a layer of profound meaning.

He turned back to look at Zhou Yu. "Can you guarantee it?"

Seeing that Principal Ke seemed inclined to agree, Zhou Yu was overjoyed. According to his initial plan, if the principal refused today, he was prepared to spar with Li Yundong on the spot. But if the principal agreed, that was even better—he could shame Li Yundong in front of the entire school!

Zhou Yu’s face was alight with the smug smile of a petty person succeeding. "Of course, I can guarantee it, Principal Ke!" He turned to face Li Yundong. "I believe my junior schoolmate and I are meeting as friends through martial arts, don't you agree, Li Yundong?"

Li Yundong’s gaze remained fixed solely on Huang Yifei, not even glancing at the frantic Zhou Yu. He said calmly, "Let your senior brother come. You are no match for me. Since we are meeting as friends before foreign guests, the match should at least be evenly matched to be worth watching. If the problem is solved in a few moves, wouldn't it just make the foreign guests laugh at us?"

This remark was akin to a harsh slap directly across Zhou Yu's face.

"Ha!" Feng Na, who had been thoroughly annoyed until now, suddenly burst into laughter.

==================================================== Highly recommend student Ye Han's new book, Tai Chi in Another World. Friends who are interested can check it out~