Chapter 35: I'll take care of you in just 10 seconds

  Huasheng Martial Arts Hall is located in Chengbei District, covering an area of over 300 square meters, and has been in operation for about 15 years.

  Twenty years ago, the movie "Shaolin Temple" was released, and domestically, a wave of learning martial arts began. Countless young people took learning martial arts as a trend, and Huasheng Wuguan, like other domestic martial arts halls, was established in this context, with students coming one after another.

  But in recent years, Taekwondo gyms, Karate gyms, and even Muay Thai gyms have opened one after another in China, dealing a fatal blow to traditional Chinese martial arts schools. Huasheng Martial Arts School was unable to sustain normal operations this year and was forced to announce its closure, and the venue can only be sold off.

  At this moment, more than a dozen students were standing in a row in the center of the field. This was already all the students of Huasheng Wuguan. The master of the martial arts hall was called Zhou Wudao, a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was now standing in front of these students, and after scanning this last batch of students one by one, he showed a gloomy expression.

  One of the older disciples, twenty-seven or eight years old, shouted loudly: "Master, don't abandon us, we want to learn from you properly."

  "Yes, Master. Please continue teaching us!"

  "Master, our Huasheng Martial Arts Academy will definitely continue to operate. Everyone will eventually know the power of Chinese martial arts."

  Zhou Wudao listened to the children's shouts one by one, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his heart. He opened his mouth, but it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat. Finally, he let out a deep sigh and had no choice but to speak the truth: "Today is my last lesson for everyone. This lesson I won't teach you martial arts, only the principles of being human. A true martial artist must have both martial skills and moral integrity. Martial arts are mainly used for physical fitness, not for bullying the weak. I hope you will always remember the two words 'martial virtue' from now on. Do not bully the weak, do not..."

  Zhou Wudao said, the students below became more and more sorrowful. Several boys couldn't help but wipe away tears, only a 14 or 15-year-old boy with a resolute expression clenched his fists tightly and remained silent.

  Zhou Wudao looked at the boy's stubborn expression and sighed inwardly. The boy, named Luo Lie, was an orphan who had been helping out at the martial arts school to pay his tuition while learning martial arts there for several years. Although he was young, his tenacity was something Zhou Wudao had never seen before. When the martial arts school closed down, it was no big deal for the other kids - they could just find another extracurricular activity or sign up at a different school. But for Luo Lie, it was a crushing blow.

  Just as Zhou Wudao was speaking, the gate of the martial arts hall was suddenly kicked open from outside, and a group of people wearing karate uniforms rushed in. The leader was a man with a wooden clog and an eight-character beard. When he saw the scene inside the yard, he burst out laughing: "Master Zhou, I heard that your martial arts hall is not doing well and will be closed soon? Shouldn't you be preparing to move? I brought my students here to see if there's anything we can help with."

  Zhou Wudao saw the people rushing in and immediately showed a face of anger, coldly saying: "So it's Mr. Ishibashi Shun, no need to trouble Mr. Ishibashi, I'm teaching my students now, please leave!"

  Shi Qiao Juntao burst out laughing and said: "Your school is already on the verge of bankruptcy, what's the point of taking classes? I came here mainly because I didn't want to delay your students' pursuit of martial arts. Your school is about to go bankrupt, which just proves that Chinese martial arts are useless decorations. Even if it doesn't go bankrupt, there's no need to learn anything else. There are over a dozen students left here, why not all come to my Karate school? I'll give you an 80% discount!"

  Zhou Wudao's eyes flashed with anger, and he said coldly: "Mr. Shi Qiao..."

  Shi Qiao Juntai burst out laughing: "Don't get angry, Prefect Zhou. I'm just stating the facts. Otherwise, why hasn't anyone come to your school? There are only a dozen or so students left, which proves that most people are wise and know that Chinese martial arts are all show and no substance."

  Zhou Wudao clenched his fists tightly, and when he saw Shi Qiao Juntai, a triumphant glint flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "What, Master Zhou wants to prove himself one last time? Then why not compete with me, Shi Qiao Juntai, and see if what I said is right or not!"

  Zhou Wudao's chest heaved constantly, and suddenly his clenched fist relaxed quietly. He said coldly, "Martial arts are not about showing off one's strength or being ruthless. I don't want to engage in a war of words with you either. This place is still mine before it's sold out, please leave!"

  "Haha, look at your master, useless guy. Chinese martial arts are not for actual combat, but for performance. The doors of our Karate dojo are always open to you, don't become a useless guy like your master. Let's go!"

  Shi Qiao Juntai turned around, just about to leave with his men, when Luo Lie suddenly rushed towards Shi Qiao Juntai. Zhou Wudao didn't have time to stop him, and Luo Lie had already reached Shi Qiao Juntai's back, shouting loudly as he threw a punch at Shi Qiao Juntai. The speed of this punch was very fast, although his fist was small, but it was full of power.

  Shi Qiao Jun was caught off guard, but still managed to dodge to the side, then twisted his body and kicked out with one foot, directly kicking Luo Lie's face. The force of this kick was very great, and Luo Lie flew out immediately.

  Zhou Wudao let out a loud roar: "Luo Lie!"

  Shi Qiao Jun saw that the person who had just rushed towards him was actually a young kid, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He sneered, "I've always said that Chinese martial arts are useless decorations, overestimating one's own abilities."

  More than half of the disciples brought by Shi Qiao Juntao were Chinese, but at this moment, one by one was boasting: "This martial arts hall is really nobody, a little kid also dares to fight with our master."

  "That's right, our karate is the most powerful martial art."

  "This time you know the power of karate."

  Just as Zhou Wudao rushed to Luo Lie's side, Luo Lie had already gotten up from the ground by himself. He wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and slowly raised his lowered head, his eyes filled with hatred staring fixedly at Shi Qiao Juntao. Although he was very young and not tall, his gaze made Shi Qiao Juntao's heart feel a wave of inexplicable panic.

  Zhou Wudao pressed down on Luo Lie, saying in a low voice: "Luo Lie, forget it, no need to bother with them."

  Luo Lie stared at Ishibashi Gunta with a fierce gaze, without saying another word, and like a mad lion, he charged forward again.

  Shi Qiao Juntao was shocked, dodged Luo Lie's impact, and knocked Luo Lie to the ground again. The gap between the two people was indeed too big.

  This time, Luo Lie was hit right in the chest by Ishibashi Kunta, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Ishibashi Kunta intended to say a few harsh words, but saw that although Luo Lie's face was somewhat pale, he still stood up again. Looking at Luo Lie's ferocious eyes, Ishibashi Kunta swallowed a mouthful of water - this kid has gone crazy!

  Zhou Wudao shouted loudly: "Luo Lie, don't move your hands!"

  Luo Lie didn't listen at all and rushed towards Shi Qiao Juntao again. Shi Qiao Juntao slapped him with one palm, but Luo Lie hugged his arm tightly and bit down on it like a small tiger, opening his mouth wide to tear into the flesh. Shi Qiao Juntao let out a pained cry and struggled hard to shake off Luo Lie, his arm now covered in blood and torn flesh.

  At this time, all the karate practitioners rushed towards Luo Lie and surrounded him. Luo Lie was knocked to the ground. Zhou Wu's mouth let out a loud roar, unable to hold back his anger any longer, and he charged into the crowd. First, he knocked down several students, then under the siege of too many people, he was hit by several palms in a row. Other Huasheng Wuguan students who tried to help were also knocked to the ground.

  The siege is over. Looking at the heavily injured people of Huasheng Wu Guan, Ishibashi Juntaro shouted loudly in a state of extreme agitation: "See? Your Chinese martial arts are useless! Useless! Trash! Trash! Damn it, let's go back!"

  These people were about to turn around and leave, but they saw that the way was blocked by a man and two women at the door. The man stood in the middle, with an older sister on one side and a loli on the other.

  The man standing in the middle smiled and said: "Just now I heard you say, who is a waste?"

  Shi Qiao Juntai's face turned gloomy and he said: "I say Chinese martial arts are useless, who are you?"

  "Chinese martial arts are useless? My name is Chunan, the Chu of Xichu Bawang, the south of east, west, north and south." Chunan said with a smile, "Since you say Chinese martial arts are useless, let's have a fight, what do you think?"

  Everyone stared at Chunan like a monster, this young man who looked not very old, wanted to fight with the master of Jiangwan City's famous karate gym? Was he joking?

  Zhou Wudao helped his students up one by one, wiped the blood from the corner of their mouths, and looked at Chu Nan saying: "This little brother, don't fight him with your bare hands, his empty-handed skills are very formidable."

  Chu Nan smiled slyly, a flash of cold light in his eyes: "I'm going to hit the people who are good at Karate, otherwise how will others know whether their Karate is useless or our Chinese martial arts is useless!"

  Shi Qiao Juntai's face revealed a look of unexpected surprise, coldly laughing: "You know kung fu? That's great, let me teach this arrogant little brat a lesson. All of you step aside and watch as I take him down in three minutes."

  "Three minutes? No need, no need." Chu Nan slowly walked into the arena and stood opposite Shi Qiao Juntao, coldly saying: "I'll take care of you, ten seconds is enough!"

  Ten seconds is enough!

  Arrogant enough! Crazy enough!

  Chu Nan's body even carried a kind of aura that seemed to be able to crush anyone and anything, with an air of disdain. Looking at Chu Nan's arrogant appearance, Wu Pei's eyes lit up, her heart skipped a beat, and Xiao Lingling smiled.