Chapter 26

After what had just happened, Cao Kai was now firmly convinced that as long as he was by Su Yang's side, he had nothing to fear, not even ten Park Myung-phil could be a match for his leader.

At this moment, the hall master quickly spoke to Park Myung-phil for a few moments and then immediately announced that the next event would be a coach-guided demonstration match.

After all, with the commotion caused by Cao Kai, it was no longer possible to continue attracting the attention of many students through a demonstration of skills. The hall master had also asked a question, and Park Myung-phil, quite unhappy, indicated that even he could only break four boards at his limit.

However, Park Myung-phil also expressed his absolute confidence in practical combat, stating that even if the guy who broke five boards earlier were to come back, he could easily deal with him.

But it was clear that Cao Kai had no intention of going back on stage. He was already very satisfied with the current outcome. In just a few minutes, his phone had received over a dozen friend requests, and from the profile pictures, he could tell they were all girls from the school, even some senior girls, who had expressed their interest in him.

This made Ling Jianghai and Gao Ming extremely envious, wishing their leader would call them to the stage again so they could also have their moment in the spotlight.

Near Su Yang, the two girls who had been fawning earlier had finally shut up, giving Su Yang some peace and quiet.

In the situation where he had been publicly humiliated, the hall master's arrangement was clearly very wise. Park Myung-phil first fought against two red belt second dan students in the first round.

This was a performance-oriented battle.

Park Myung-phil performed a series of high-difficulty moves, ultimately finishing with a beautiful 540-degree spinning kick that knocked down the two students, earning a round of applause and restoring some of his dignity.

As the best student in the taekwondo hall, who was already a black belt first dan, Zhao Yar finally stepped onto the stage, which made Su Yang a bit nervous.

"I can't let my granddaughter dislike me, but I must guide her onto the right path, making her understand that Chinese martial arts are the ultimate way of cultivation. I need to find a way that satisfies both."

Seeing that Park Myung-phil was about to face Zhao Yar, Su Yang released his aura, covering a hundred meters, and had a good idea.

"I didn't expect the little girl who practices the Heavenly Demon Technique to have infiltrated here. Not using her this time would be a waste of resources."

At this moment, Zhao Yar was as cold as ice, but her bright eyes, which seemed to speak, revealed a thirst for battle that was quite remarkable.

This discovery also brought Su Yang some comfort. "No wonder she is my granddaughter, with my blood in her veins. She becomes stronger when faced with a stronger opponent and never backs down."

At the moment when Zhao Yar's momentum reached its peak, she let out a light cry, exerted force with her feet, and launched a series of rapid side kicks. Both the power and the angle clearly showed her mastery of taekwondo.

Park Myung-phil was forced back two steps by Zhao Yar's sudden burst of energy. He immediately put aside his initial underestimation and, relying on his years of combat experience, quickly took the upper hand, suppressing her.

"My granddaughter has excellent physical and mental qualities and superior talent. Even learning the Korean style, she can reach this level. If she were to study with me for a year or two, she would definitely become a top-tier expert," Su Yang thought, his keen eyesight allowing him to see the truth in just a few seconds of their match.

"If I give this little girl Yar three more years of practice, this Korean guy would definitely not be her match!"

"But with me here, how can I allow anyone to harm my beloved granddaughter?" Su Yang saw that Park Myung-phil's attacks were becoming more intense, clearly no longer just a demonstration match, and he felt a thin layer of anger.

Actually, this couldn't be blamed on Park Myung-phil. He wanted to incorporate more performance elements into the fight, but Zhao Yar was like a fierce tiger out of the gate. If he continued with his previous state, he might even lose.

For a top Korean taekwondo expert to lose to a sixteen-year-old Chinese girl was not the result Park Myung-phil wanted.

At this moment, Zhao Yar was barely holding her ground against Park Myung-phil's full-strength assault. Defeat was just a matter of moments.

Su Yang made a quick decision. Under the influence of his aura, his figure, like a ghost, appeared in a corner of the second-floor viewing stand in a trajectory that seemed almost instantaneous.

Suddenly, an irresistible force came from behind Li Zixin, who had no idea what was happening. She didn't even have a chance to turn around before being pushed into the center of the arena, right into the middle of the fight between Park Myung-phil and Zhao Yar.

"Who's playing tricks?" Only now did Li Zixin have the ability to turn her head, but she naturally found nothing.

At the same time, Park Myung-phil, who was about to win, was suddenly blocked by Li Zixin. Already extremely annoyed, he instantly flew into a rage and, without thinking, launched a foot strike straight at Li Zixin's neck.

"Die, you Korean bastard, daring to kick me."

Li Zixin's arrogance was such that even her father would have a headache. With a fierce cry, she released a soft and supple force from her palm, not even bothering to look, and sent the aggressive Park Myung-phil flying five meters away.

Even though Li Zixin had only reached the third level of the Heavenly Demon Technique, she was already an absolute internal martial arts expert in the modern world. Without any internal strength, Park Myung-phil was no match for her.

This was the result of Li Zixin using only two-tenths of her strength. After all, she didn't want to cause a fatality.

When the sound of Park Myung-phil hitting the ground echoed through the hall, everyone was stunned.

Cao Kai's earlier disruption had already greatly reduced the students' interest in taekwondo. Now, a top Korean taekwondo black belt sixth dan, a competition-level expert, had been sent flying by a purple-clad, charming young girl with a single palm strike.

For the many students watching, this was more than just disappointment; some were already showing extreme disdain and leaving the hall.

"Is this a show? To call yourself an expert with this level of skill?"

"Turns out it's just a bunch of flashy moves. In a real fight, it's just a matter of one palm."

"Such a waste of my time. I'm out of here."

"I think I'll wait for the school to have a martial arts hall and sign up then. As for this taekwondo hall, I don't want to be sent flying by a soft girl."

Besides mocking Park Myung-phil, many of the male students, who had been fawning earlier, began to express their open admiration for the charming Li Zixin.

"Who is this beautiful girl? I'll give ten thousand for her class."

"I'm done for. Cupid's arrow has struck me. I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Definitely a beauty of celestial level. Even when she's angry, her captivating eyes are a joy to behold. This is the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

"Let's break up. I've found my goddess."

This was the first time Su Yang had seen Li Zixin's face up close, and he was slightly taken aback. With Su Yang's extensive experience with beauties throughout history, he had to admit that Li Zixin had a beauty that could topple cities.

Recalling the beauties he had known in his over a thousand years of life, there were many who could match Li Zixin in appearance, but if you added her innate charm, there were probably only three or four who could compare.

"Such a breathtakingly beautiful little demoness, practicing the Heavenly Demon Technique, the most suitable for women, is truly a man's nemesis!" Su Yang thought to himself.

At this moment, Li Zixin was very annoyed. The various calls from the fawning boys were making her even more upset. When had the second miss of the Li family ever been toyed with like this? With her intelligence, she almost immediately identified Su Yang as the culprit.

"It's all your fault. I don't care about your background today. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

The reminder from Uncle Zhong had long been forgotten by Li Zixin. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Su Yang, though fierce, still exuded a charm that made one's body go limp.

Su Yang stood with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his lips, completely unaware of the situation. It wasn't until Li Zixin lightly tapped her feet, her skirt swirling in a beautiful purple trail as she approached, that he moved.

Unexpectedly, Su Yang, who had been standing still, suddenly appeared in the arena, moving faster than Li Zixin.

Raising his arm and fist, he precisely met Li Zixin's punch.

"For a demonstration match, about half a tenth of my strength should be enough."

Su Yang had already planned this in his mind. As soon as he engaged Li Zixin, he used a set of morning exercise boxing that everyone in the country knew—Tai Chi.

Tai Chi, in modern times, has been positioned as a national fitness activity for the elderly, with a spread no less than the mandatory national radio calisthenics that students practice from a young age.

Su Yang had learned this from TV, and it was the key reason he chose Tai Chi to guide his granddaughter to abandon taekwondo and embrace martial arts.

Tai Chi, in its early days, was known as Long Fist, Soft Palm, Thirteen Postures, and Soft Hands. It wasn't until the Qianlong era that a master wrote "Tai Chi Theory," defining this timeless boxing style.

However, Su Yang knew that the fundamental principles of Tai Chi were created by the great master Zhang Sanfeng in the late Yuan dynasty. Su Yang had once, on a whim, gone to Wudang Mountain and exchanged a hundred moves with this Tai Chi master on the summit.

At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred years old, his Tai Chi skills reaching a profound level, and his internal cultivation was at the pinnacle. However, he still couldn't last a hundred moves against Su Yang.

It wasn't that Zhang Sanfeng was weak, but Su Yang had already cultivated the Nine Transformations of the Heavens to the eighth level, a miraculous skill of immortality that was truly beyond human capability.

After the battle, Su Yang showed great respect for Zhang Sanfeng, admitting that if internal cultivation were not considered, and only techniques were compared, he might not be able to defeat him even after a thousand moves. Perhaps after ten thousand moves, he might gain a slight advantage due to his endless energy.

After that exchange, the two spent sixteen days and nights discussing martial arts and philosophy on the summit, both benefiting greatly, which deepened Su Yang's understanding and insight into Tai Chi.

If there was anyone who could surpass Su Yang in the understanding of Tai Chi, it would be the master Zhang Sanfeng, who had passed away a thousand years ago.