Return of the Immort Chapter 189 Glorious Disciple

Chapter 189: Chapter 189 Glorious Disciple

This region used to have quite a few National Arts dojos, where the so-called National Arts of Dragon Country were taught. However, after the Taekwondo and Karate dojos arrived, they went around challenging and shutting down all of them.

Today was the day the Taekwondo and Karate dojos would battle for supremacy. The loser would have to leave the area.

Furthermore, the Karate dojo had invited journalists. This made Jin Xishan, the master of the Taekwondo dojo, ecstatic. In his eyes, the Karate dojo was simply setting the stage for his own glory.

"Hey, is anyone here?" Just as Jin Xishan was about to lead his Taekwondo disciples to challenge the Karate dojo—and get on television in the process—a little girl showed up.

The little girl arrived carrying a large jar on her back, her expression arrogant and domineering.

Jin Xishan, however, failed to register the aning behind her deanor. He was from Dragon Country, but after learning authentic Taekwondo in Korea, he had changed his na to sothing with a more Korean flair. Even after returning to Dragon Country, his food, clothes, and lifestyle all followed the Korean style. He chuckled, "Hey there, little one. Here to learn Taekwondo? Co back tomorrow. I’m busy today."

"No, you’ve got to be stupid." The little girl shook her head the mont she saw Jin Xishan in his Taekwondo uniform. "I’m here to challenge your dojo."

A child with such a soft, sweet voice claiming she was here to challenge the dojo didn’t anger Jin Xishan and his disciples. It just made them want to laugh. They had never encountered sothing so ridiculous.

"Laugh your asses off for all I care. Since you’re afraid to fight , I’ll just leave. I’ll tell everyone you’re all bark and no bite." The little girl was sharp and played her card imdiately. With her adorable appearance, many people would surely believe her.

"You, go fight her," Jin Xishan pointed to his youngest disciple, a seven-year-old boy. "But be careful not to hurt her."

The boy was of mixed Dragon Country and Korean heritage. His father’s surna was Jiang and his mother’s was An, but he had taken his mother’s surna, going by An Xuanzhi, which sounded distinctly Korean.

"Don’t worry, little girl, I’ll go easy on you. As descendants of the great Korean nation, we carry the ethos of Confucianism," the boy said, fluently reciting the lines he had so often heard.

Hearing this, Jin Xishan nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at his disciples, a mix of students from Dragon Country and Korea, and proclaid, "The teachings of Confucius have flourished in my Korea. The people of Korea are all kind-hearted, never get angry, and believe that harmony brings wealth. Why? Because we all study the teachings of our Korean cultural sage, Confucius."

"Yes, Master!" the Korean disciples replied enthusiastically.

Among the students from Dragon Country, so echoed the sentint, but other children felt a nagging sense of confusion. Wait, isn’t Confucius from Dragon Country?

Jin Xishan finally waved his hand and shouted, "Begin!"

An Xuanzhi executed a popular Taekwondo front kick, aiming it at the little girl. It was the only move he had learned—a basic technique primarily targeting the face, chin, abdon, and groin.

The little girl just shook her head and kicked back. Since her opponent was just a child, her kick was very light.

"AH!" An Xuanzhi cried out as he was kicked squarely in the head. He lost his balance and plopped right down on the ground.

Jin Xishan shot a disdainful glance at his fallen disciple. In his eyes, the boy was an utter embarrassnt. A kid with half-Dragon Country blood... Completely useless.

He then turned to another eight-year-old boy, Park Won. Both of Park Won’s parents were Korean, so Jin Xishan had much more confidence in him. "Park Won, you go. Rember to go easy on her, but let her see the greatness of our Korean Taekwondo."

"Yes, Master." Park Won stood up and charged at the little girl without another word.

BAM!

The little girl t his attack with a kick of her own.

CRACK!

A sharp crack echoed through the dojo. Park Won burst into tears. "Mom! Dad! She’s bullying ..." he sobbed, limping away.

But An Xuanzhi, the boy who had just been defeated, noticed sothing was wrong. He and Park Won had joined the dojo at the sa ti, and both of us started from scratch. Yet after all this ti, the only thing I’ve learned is the basic front kick. But Park Won... I’ve never seen that kick he just used. Why? Why did Master teach Park Won but not ? An Xuanzhi couldn’t figure it out, but a seed of resentnt was planted in his heart.

"Is there no one else? Then bring

your sign. I’m going to kick it in half!" The little girl was practically buzzing with excitent as she said this.

She had once seen a movie starring Jet Li, who had played heroes like Huang Feihong and Chen Zhen. There was one scene where he shattered a dojo’s sign with a single kick. To the little girl, it was the coolest thing she had ever seen. This was exactly the kind of stunt she wanted to pull.

The little tyke stood there giggling, lost in her fantasy.

The disciples of the Taekwondo dojo, the oldest of whom was no more than fourteen, stared at the little girl, completely dumbfounded.

"I think she’s so cool!"

"Cool? I think she’s so cute."

"She’s a goddess!"

Many of the disciples couldn’t help but feel a budding sense of admiration and affection for the little girl.

Behind the glass door of the Taekwondo dojo, Wu Tian and Lin Zhan had arrived, stepping softly so as not to be noticed. Wu Tian already knew the little girl was challenging the dojo, so he just smiled without saying a word.

Lin Zhan, however, was shocked. Like father, like daughter!

"Damn it!" Jin Xishan, who had just been pontificating about the peaceful teachings of Confucius, had completely forgotten his own words. Annoyed and embarrassed, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and faced the little girl. "Now it’s this master’s turn to fight you. Don’t bla your big brother for being rciless, little sis."

Big brother? The little girl almost threw up last night’s dinner. From the looks of him, he must be at least forty-five, right?

If Jin Xishan knew what she was thinking, he would have coughed up blood. He was only twenty-eight!

An Xuanzhi, seeming to have understood sothing, now cheered for the little girl. "Go, little sis, you can do it!" He had already decided he was done with Taekwondo.

"Yeah, go for it, little sis!"

"Be careful, little sis! My master is really vicious!"

"He’s ruthless! He’ll show no rcy!"

"He’s a despicable and heartless man!"

"He’s sold out his own people!"

The other disciples had been silent, but An Xuanzhi’s outburst opened the floodgates. Not wanting to be outdone in showing their support, they all started chiming in, each trying to one-up the others with their clumsy but heartfelt warnings. The chaotic result of their childish vocabulary nearly made Jin Xishan cough up blood.