If the measure was technique alone, Li Yundong couldn't hold a candle to Huang Yifei, who was trained in martial arts.

But although Li Yundong only possessed the flashy, superficial techniques of Taekwondo, he had the Golden Core yuanqi. Even a common move like "Black Tiger Steals the Heart" became a move of immense lethality in his hands.

With this one punch, he violently blasted Huang Yifei across the air, instantly stunning everyone in the auditorium into a breathless silence, their minds wiped clean.

"How is this possible?" was the single thought echoing in everyone's mind.

Blasted away in mid-air? This wasn't some fantastical movie about gods, ghosts, or demons!

After a brief, dead silence, Huang Yifei staggered up from the stage. He looked at Li Yundong with shock and terror, as if unable to process what had just happened. His lips trembled slightly as he offered a slight bow toward Li Yundong, then jumped off the stage and turned to leave.

Zhou Yu, completely stunned, chased after him and hissed in a low voice, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Huang Yifei’s voice carried an indescribable terror. The seasoned fighter, accustomed to bare-knuckle brawls, spoke with a distinct tremor. "We've run into a cultivation master pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger! Don't look back, let’s go quickly—we are no match for him!"

Zhou Yu followed, utterly confused by Huang Yifei's haste, until they were outside the auditorium. He finally grabbed his Senior Brother's arm and demanded, "Senior Brother, what cultivation master? What are you talking about? I don't understand! Were you ambushed just now?"

Huang Yifei suddenly spun around, grabbing Zhou Yu by the collar, his eyes blazing with fierce intensity. "Shut up! I told you, stop asking questions, let's get out of here!"

Huang Yifei dragged and pulled Zhou Yu clear of the campus. Only once they were in the car did Huang Yifei finally manage to take a breath. He turned back, glaring fiercely at his junior brother. "How did you get involved with a cultivator? And you dragged me into this mess!"

Zhou Yu was completely bewildered, having no idea what had transpired. He argued back sharply, "I told you, I don't know anything about cultivators! Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Yifei scrutinized Zhou Yu for a long moment. Seeing that his expression was genuine, he turned away, started the car, and said coldly, "Don't ask. This person is someone you cannot afford to provoke. Never cross him again!"

As Huang Yifei spoke, he removed the heavy steel bangles from his forearms. Only then did Zhou Yu notice that where Huang Yifei had blocked the blow, his forearm was now severely bruised and swollen!

Zhou Yu sucked in a sharp breath. He knew how hard those iron rings were, and he knew how iron-like his Senior Brother's hands had been trained. With the Vajra Iron Rings on, even a direct blow from an iron hammer wouldn't easily cause such a severe bruise!

Huang Yifei glanced at the injury on his arm, then shook his head at Zhou Yu. "You drive."

They switched seats. Zhou Yu started the car and said with some lingering frustration, "Senior Brother, are we just going to let this go? Doesn't this tarnish Master's reputation?"

Huang Yifei replied coldly, "Talk less, just drive! I will settle this score eventually, but not by ourselves. We need Master to go to Guangdong and invite a deity!"

"Invite a deity? Which extraordinary expert?" Zhou Yu asked, but his Senior Brother had already turned his head to stare out the car window, offering no reply. Zhou Yu didn't press the issue.

Little did he know, the "deity" Huang Yifei spoke of was not some martial arts master, but an expert cultivator who specialized in the Divine Striking Technique!

Huang Yifei and Zhou Yu fled like beaten dogs, but the school auditorium erupted into chaos. After the brief period of silence, a wave of boos swept through the audience: "Fake fight! Fake fight!"

How could they not boo? One punch knocking an opponent flying from over a meter away?

If that wasn't a staged fight, then Chinese soccer didn't have fixed matches!

The foreigner, John, shouted particularly loudly: "Too fake! Chinese people only know how to cheat!"

Fortunately, he spoke in English, or he might have been mobbed.

Chris, standing nearby, frowned and reached out to pull John's arm. "Hey, we are in China, be more polite!"

John scoffed. "I thought I was going to see some real Kung Fu, but instead, I see a performance full of deception. It's disgusting!"

With that, John suddenly got agitated, taking three steps in two, and sprang onto the stage in a flash.

Chris covered her eyes, unable to watch. The teacher beside her shouted John's name in reprimand, but John paid no heed.

Chris groaned, "Oh God, who allowed this idiot to come to China with us?"

Li Yundong, confused by the sudden booing, frowned. Just then, he saw a tall, blond foreigner, about 1.85 meters high, leap onto the stage. Li Yundong instantly recognized from the man's agile movements that he was trained.

"Another one?" Li Yundong frowned.

The host, trying to smooth things over, was dumbfounded. She watched the burly man rip off his jacket, revealing a body packed with hard, well-defined muscle, and had no idea what to say next.

John beckoned the stunned beautiful host over. When she approached, he grabbed the microphone and rattled off a torrent of fast-paced American English to Li Yundong.

Li Yundong’s English was abysmal; he couldn't understand a word. He stared wide-eyed at the female host, who glanced pleadingly at the tense teachers in the audience. But those teachers couldn't exactly rush the stage and drag John off, could they?

Seeing the host’s gaze, the teachers quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

The host, helpless, took the microphone and translated for Li Yundong: "He says his name is John Shelters, he loves fighting, and he wants to use martial arts to make friends with you."

"Make friends through martial arts?" Li Yundong forced a wry smile. This was definitely not in the plan!

Li Yundong's hesitation only made John more certain that he had been faking it earlier. John couldn't help but taunt him: "Chinese man, what skill is it to fake things? If you have the guts, come fight me! I think all your Chinese martial arts are just show!"

Li Yundong didn't understand the words, but the beautiful host certainly did. A sense of shared indignation arose in her. She whispered to Li Yundong, "He says he looks down on you and on Chinese Kung Fu. Hey, that last fight was internal; winning wasn't glorious anyway. Now, the challenge is external—at least defend our nation's honor, right?"

Before Li Yundong could agree, he saw the host walk to the edge of the stage, bend down to speak with a teacher who was signaling her, and exchange a few words.

A moment later, the host returned and whispered with a slight smile, "Your political mission has arrived. The teacher says you can accept the challenge, but you must save the foreign friend's face and not injure him."

Li Yundong felt a surge of anger. "In the eyes of these officials, are foreigners always the most important? He can injure me, but I can't injure him?"

Recalling the school's previous sycophantic attitude toward foreigners, Li Yundong felt as if he had swallowed a fly. He gave a cold internal laugh, determined to teach this arrogant foreigner a lesson and, perhaps, embarrass a few of these leaders in the process.

Li Yundong nodded to the host beside him. "I understand."

The beautiful host whispered encouragingly, "Go for it! I support you!"

Li Yundong smiled at her, then turned his gaze to John, who was already itching for a fight.

John exchanged a few quiet words with the hostess, nodded, then walked up to Li Yundong and extended a fist in greeting.

Li Yundong looked up at the foreigner before him. John’s face was full of provocation and disdain, as if he couldn't wait to take him down.

The teachers in the audience were filled with regret, silently cursing themselves for putting a fighting match as the grand finale. Now, if either combatant was seriously injured, it would be trouble!

The teachers were worried sick, but the students didn't care. They shouted loudly, some filled with patriotic fervor supporting Li Yundong, others supporting John in his bid to expose Li Yundong’s supposed deception.

John bounced in place for a moment, observing Li Yundong’s stance. He saw the young man standing still with lowered eyelids, his footwork appearing completely unstable, like a rootless tree. His arms hung loosely at his sides, leaving his entire body open to attack.

John sneered and mumbled, "Chinese man, let me show you what real fighting is!"

With a loud roar, he pushed off the ground and launched himself at Li Yundong in a fierce lunge!

As John’s body moved, Li Yundong’s eyes snapped open. The brilliance within them flashed like lightning. He threw out a straight punch—a simple flat-hand strike—and whooshed it towards John.

John was already airborne, both feet off the ground, his body surging toward Li Yundong, covering a greater distance than Huang Yifei had. The invisible force of Li Yundong's punch struck his chest, sending him flying backward in a straight line—right into the backstage area!

"Whoosh!"

The audience erupted into an uproar!

This time, everyone clearly saw that John was charging toward Li Yundong, entirely airborne and unable to change direction, yet he was hurled sideways!

What did this imply?

It implied Li Yundong possessed Qigong?!

"It can't be that exaggerated, right?" Everyone in the hall was stricken with horror. Only Su Chan let out a soft laugh. She approached the fallen John and looked down at the blond, blue-eyed foreigner with curiosity.

But after a brief look, her expression changed instantly. She immediately flipped John over and felt for his pulse. Su Chan’s face turned ashen white!

This man’s heart had stopped beating!

He... Li Yundong had punched him dead!

Su Chan was overcome with terror and shock. She couldn't imagine what their lives would become now that Li Yundong had killed someone!

Would he be arrested? And what would become of her?

Su Chan felt a profound chill. After a brief moment of panic, she steadied herself and was about to use magic to revive the man when a blond woman suddenly rushed out from backstage.

When Chris rushed into the backstage area and saw John lying motionless with his eyes closed, her heart plummeted. She rushed to him, checked his pulse, and turned pale with fright. She looked up at the approaching Li Yundong and shouted loudly, "You killed him!!"

She spoke fluent Chinese, though her accent was slightly strange.

Li Yundong was also shocked. He rushed to John's side, checked his breath, and indeed, there was no sign of life!

"I killed someone?" Li Yundong's mind exploded in a deafening buzz.

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