Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 169

As soon as Chu Feng said that, it was as if the sky had fallen down.

Meng Xingyu's jaws instantly dropped and he looked on in disbelief.

At that moment, the stadium was dead silent.

“W-What did you say?” The muscles on Meng Xingyu’s forehead were twitching and his veins were about to burst. “A-Are you calling me rubbish?”

Qiao Hong was very happy. He fanned on the flames and added, “Yes, Chu Feng, please clarify. What do you mean?”

Chu Feng glanced calmly at Meng Xingyu, saying, “You misunderstood me. I didn’t mean just you.” As Meng Xingyu calmed down and gave a snort of discontent, Chu Feng added, “What I mean is that all of you, including the Taekwondo that you’ve learned, are all rubbish.”

The crowd was speechless.

F*ck him.

That was so arrogant!

They would regret it if they didn’t beat him up.

“Seniors and students, please don’t act impulsively.” Yun Muyu was shocked and her pretty face looked alarmed. She continued, “Chu Feng doesn’t mean that. He isn't looking down on Taekwondo.”

“That is not wrong.” Chu Feng nodded. “Taekwondo is a fancy martial art that is all about showing off. It’s not even worth my attention. I don’t even look at it.”

Huh?

Yun Muyu nearly vomited blood; she was completely speechless.

F*ck, this guy was too arrogant. He must be taught a lesson!

Tens of champions glared at Chu Feng with angry eyes. If looks could kill, Chu Feng would’ve been in pieces by now.

Meng Xingyu’s face got as dark as it could get. With fire in his eyes, he was on the verge of starting a fight as he shouted, “Chu Feng, you may look down on my skills, or even mock my being, but you are not allowed to mock our principles of martial arts, nor mock the essence of Taekwondo! Today, in the name of our pride, we will fight on this stage. Do you dare?”

A cheer erupted from the watching crowd. “Yes, go onto the stage if you have the guts.”

“How dare you question Xingyu? Who do you think you are?”

“Beat that arrogant as*hole up!”

“Coward! You are nothing but a coward!”

The taunting did not stop and the expression on Yun Muyu’s pretty face had changed. She was nervous as she tried to persuade Chu Feng to leave.

On the other hand, Chu Feng merely swept a glance across the crowd gathered there and smiled with disdain.

They were nothing but a group of kids fooling around with their fancy martial arts, yet here they were talking about the essence and principles of martial arts.

There was only one kind of martial arts principle, which was the principle of ‘the winner lives while the loser dies’!

A few years ago, an eighth degree black belt Taekwondo master arrived at Xi Ye.

Being extremely arrogant, he touted to the soldiers about the so-called ‘martial arts spirit’, talking about ‘virtues’ and ‘keeping fit’; it was his attempt to turn the three hundred thousand soldiers that were like tigers and wolves into tame little pet cats.

Chu Feng simply sent a soldier who worked in the kitchen, who had been rearing pigs for two years, to fight with the master.

That master was very angry. He scolded Chu Feng for disrespecting human rights, saying that Chu Feng didn’t have the honor of a warrior. The master said that he wanted to hand in a report to remove Chu Feng from his post.

In the end, the soldier that reared pigs needed only three punches to take out the master.

After those three punches, this world-famous so-called ‘one of the top three greatest Taekwondo masters of all time’ started foaming at the mouth. He remained on the sickbed for a whole three years.

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How could a few entertainment tricks be compared with deadly skills that were used to kill on the battlefield? Furthermore, the aforementioned opponent was merely a soldier that reared pigs, whereas Chu Feng was a warrior that had climbed out from among piles of dead bodies—a war veteran.

Chu Feng felt like it was not unjust to call it rubbish.

All around, the crowd of students felt righteous indignation; the shouting became louder.

Meng Xingyu stood with his hands clasped behind his back; he looked as cool as the protagonist in a martial arts film.

Chu Feng had a dilemma, for he really didn’t feel like fighting. He needed only a small portion of his strength to turn this group of youngsters into a pile of broken bones, so why even bother?

“Why are you all so noisy? You all have no discipline at all!”