12dz Chapter 99 Black Belt Grandmaster's Secret Practice of Traditional Martial Arts Exposed!
Chapter 99 Black Belt Grandmaster's Secret Practice of Traditional Martial Arts Exposed!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the arrogant disciples of the Red Sun Dojo were suddenly exposed.
His eyes rolled back suddenly, and he fell straight backward like a log.
With a dull thud, his head slammed heavily onto the floor, and he immediately passed out.
The entire Red Sun Dojo fell into a deathly silence.
Hundreds of Taekwondo students stood frozen in place, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
They didn't dare to breathe, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with disbelief.
Lu Jingchen stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena.
His eyes swept across the room with disdain, as if he were looking at a group of clowns.
Lu Jingchen chuckled, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire dojo:
"Is this what you call an expert?"
"He was knocked out with just one slap; he's too fragile."
Zhao Lei stood in the crowd, his gloating expression instantly freezing.
His face was full of disbelief as he abruptly turned to look at Park Jung-woong, who was in the main seat.
His eyes were full of panic, as if he had lost his composure.
Park Jung-woong was also stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that his second disciple would not even be able to withstand a single move.
His face immediately darkened, turning so black it seemed to drip water.
The air pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point, and the entire dojo felt a bit colder.
Park Jung-woong spoke coldly, his voice filled with murderous intent:
"Looks like I underestimated you before."
"But don't be too arrogant, the real show is just beginning."
He waved his hand to the side and said in a deep voice:
"Zheng Nan, drag your junior brother away."
"Since he's useless, then let me deal with him myself."
Zheng Nan's disciple hurriedly stepped forward, dragged the unconscious Xiao Wu, and slunk away to the side.
Park Jung-woong slowly stood up from the chair, cracking his neck.
He walked step by step toward the center of the field, and with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.
The solid wood floorboards underfoot trembled slightly, creating a strong sense of pressure.
Lu Jingchen and Lin Qingxue, who were standing at the edge of the crowd, both felt their eyelids twitch almost simultaneously.
Their gazes instantly and precisely locked onto Park Jung-woong.
Lu Jingchen raised an eyebrow slightly in his mind:
Hmm? This aura... is it true qi?
This old man, he actually practices internal martial arts?
Lu Jingchen's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked at Park Jung-woong, who had walked up to him.
Lu Jingchen said:
"They always talk about how Taekwondo is supreme, while belittling traditional martial arts to the point of being worthless."
"So, in private, he was secretly practicing traditional martial arts."
"That's really interesting. They're quite adept at using deceptive tactics, like selling dog meat under the guise of mutton."
Park Jung-woong abruptly stopped, a flash of panic crossing his eyes.
But that hint of panic was quickly masked by ruthlessness and sinister intent.
Park Jung-woong shouted sternly, trying to overwhelm Lu Jingchen with his imposing manner:
"Kid, stop spouting nonsense!"
"I'm giving you one last chance. If you kneel down and kowtow to me now, you'll be surrendering."
"I might spare your life, but otherwise, you won't leave this dojo alive today!"
Lu Jingchen sneered on the spot, his disdain deepening.
Lu Jingchen said:
"A good-for-nothing who's all talk and no action, all he does is secretly practice traditional martial arts."
"What right do you have to say such a thing?"
"If I were you, I would have crawled into a hole in the ground long ago. How dare you pretend to be a grandmaster here?"
Lu Jingchen's words were like a thunderclap, exploding loudly among the students watching.
It instantly caused an uproar, with discussions surging out like a tidal wave.
Student A looked puzzled and whispered to the person next to him:
"What happened? What did Lu Jingchen mean by that?"
"Could it be that Master Park Jung-woong really practices traditional martial arts?"
"This is the Red Sun Dojo! A place that constantly criticizes traditional martial arts as just fancy moves and no substance!"
Student B also looked bewildered and shook his head, saying:
"I don't know, that's too outrageous!"
"If that's true, then the Red Sun Dojo will lose all face!"
Park Jung-woong's face instantly turned bright red, as if he had been slapped hundreds of times in public.
His eyes darted around, and he instinctively wanted to hide his hands behind his back.
He dared not look directly into the puzzled gazes of his disciples.
Just then, Su Muyue stepped out of the crowd.
She pointed at Park Jung-woong and shouted loudly, her voice carrying clearly throughout the entire venue:
"Of course it's true!"
"If you don't believe me, take a closer look at his palms!"
"His tiger's mouth and knuckles are covered with calluses and marks from practicing traditional Iron Palm!"
"These marks are something you can't achieve even after a lifetime of Taekwondo training!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes immediately focused on Park Jung-woong's hands.
Park Jung-woong instinctively tried to hide his hands behind his back, but it was too late.
Everyone could see clearly that his palms were rough and thick, with thick calluses on the base of his thumb.
Completely different from those disciples who practice Taekwondo and have smooth palms.
This completely confirmed Lu Jingchen's guess.
The entire venue erupted in an uproar, becoming even more lively than before.
"Holy crap! It really is! He really does have calluses on his hands!"
"My God! So he really was secretly practicing traditional martial arts! How disgusting!"
"He constantly criticizes traditional martial arts as useless, yet he secretly practices it himself. What a hypocrite!"
Being exposed in public, Park Jung-woong was utterly enraged.
His face was flushed, his features were contorted and grotesque, and he looked like he had gone mad.
Park Jung-woong let out a hysterical roar:
"Shut up! All of you, shut up!"
With a loud bang!
Park Jung-woong no longer suppressed his strength, and his inner energy surged forth instantly.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the entire dojo, rattling the doors and windows.
A suffocating, chilling coldness instantly swept through the entire venue.
The students watching couldn't help but shiver and backed away.
Shi Lei, hiding in the corner, felt the chilling and piercing true energy, and his expression changed drastically.
He suddenly poked his head out from the crowd and shouted at Lu Jingchen, almost crying with anxiety.
Shi Lei shouted in terror:
"Oh no! Big brother, run! This is the Nine Heavens Mystic Technique!"
"This is an extremely insidious internal martial arts technique, specifically designed to damage a person's internal organs!"
"He really practices traditional martial arts! Brother, you have to be careful!"
A cold, howling wind whipped at Lu Jingchen's clothes, making them flutter loudly.
But he remained motionless, standing still like a pillar of strength.
Instead, a more intense sneer curled at the corners of his mouth, showing not a trace of fear.
Lu Jingchen said disdainfully:
"So what?"
"He practiced wicked and unorthodox methods secretly, like a thief."
"Could it be that it's stronger than what I practice openly and honestly?"
Park Jung-woong was completely enraged and had lost all reason.
His features were contorted, his eyes filled with a frenzied killing intent, and he had no time to explain anything.
Park Jung-woong let out a beast-like roar:
"Die!"
A close-up shot showed the solid wood flooring under Park Jung-woong's feet shattering instantly.
He shot out like a cannonball.
Enveloped in chilling true energy, a powerful punch containing the full force of the Nine Heavens Profound Technique.
It slammed into Lu Jingchen's chest, incredibly ruthless, clearly intended to kill him instantly.
Everyone screamed in fright, covered their eyes, and couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen.
Su Muyue's expression also changed, and she subconsciously wanted to rush forward.
But Lu Jingchen did not dodge, nor did he even raise his hand to block.
He simply stood there quietly, his chest open, and took the punch head-on.
A cruel, ecstatic glint flashed in Park Jung-woong's eyes.
In his view, Lu Jingchen was courting death; if he took his full-force punch head-on, he would surely die!
boom!
A deep, muffled bang shook the entire dojo.
Park Jung-woong's punch contained all the true energy of the Nine Heavens Mystic Technique.
It landed squarely on Lu Jingchen's chest.