Richest Rag-picker-Chapter 55: The Power of the Super Soldier Serum
Fang Chenyi gently patted Bai Menghan’s arm. Once she understood and let go, he moved before anyone could react.
He stomped hard on the ground, his entire body launching upward.
To the astonished crowd, Fang Chenyi’s feet left the ground, soaring at least a meter high.
Sensing he’d reached the apex of his jump, Fang Chenyi twisted his waist sharply. His body performed a cool 180-degree spin in mid-air, and a moment later, the crowd heard a loud CRACK.
The wooden plaque hanging over the main entrance of the Taekwondo Club was effortlessly kicked in two by Fang Chenyi, the pieces clattering to the ground.
’That’s what you call making a statement. No matter what, you can’t afford to look weak.’
He landed steadily back on the ground, lightly dusting off his trousers, but shook his head with a slight look of disappointment.
’I thought this Super Soldier Serum would grant me unbelievable power, but it looks like it only made me about twice as strong as a normal person. A bit underwhelming.’
But while he was shaking his head in disappointment, to the onlookers and Yi Zhihou’s group, he was just showing off.
"Oh my god! That was so awesome!"
"Holy shit, this guy’s incredible! Could that move be the long-lost ’Reverse-Grip Snatch’?"
"Pfft, are you trying to be funny, dude? That move is obviously ’Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets,’ okay! ’Reverse-Grip Snatch’? Ugh, it’s scary how uncultured some people are!"
"Hahaha, whatever it is, this guy is probably using our Huaxia kung fu! This is great, this is great! Use Huaxia kung fu to beat the crap out of these sellouts who worship everything foreign!"
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Ignoring the buzz from the crowd of onlookers, Yi Zhihou and his group were in a different state of mind.
He glanced, dumbfounded, at the two pieces of the plaque on the floor, then at Fang Chenyi, who was shaking his head in dissatisfaction. ’I could just about curse his entire family tree,’ Yi Zhihou thought.
While the students thought Fang Chenyi’s move was ridiculously cool, Yi Zhihou, though surprised, wasn’t exactly scared.
After all, while Fang Chenyi’s move was a great spectacle, its actual lethality was unimpressive.
Kicking down a nailed-up plaque from a height of about three meters sounded impressive, but with the right technique, it wasn’t actually that hard.
To put it bluntly, in their Taekwondo club, there were at least five people who could pull off that move, himself included.
"Heh, so we’re all martial artists here. From the looks of it, you’ve practiced Taekwondo, haven’t you? But coming here and immediately kicking down our sign... that’s taking things a bit too far, friend."
Although Yi Zhihou was annoyed, he was wary of his opponent’s unknown background and power, so he chose his words carefully, leaving some room for diplomacy.
Of course, if it were anyone else, the usually arrogant Yi Zhihou would have shown him a world of hurt.
Yi Zhihou had spoken cautiously, but Fang Chenyi wasn’t buying it at all.
Shaking his head, he let out a disdainful snort and spoke coolly:
"This isn’t Taekwondo. This is authentic Huaxia kung fu. And besides, didn’t I make myself perfectly clear? I’m here to *challenge* your club. When you challenge a club, you ’kick the sign.’ Get it? Are you slow, or am I just too smart for you?"
He casually slipped off his blazer, handing it to Bai Menghan beside him. Then he turned back to Yi Zhihou. "Let’s go. I’m not one for idle chatter. Today, I’ll see for myself if this Taekwondo you Koreans praise as invincible can actually stand up to our Huaxia kung fu!"
His words instantly made the crowd erupt.
It was just as Fang Chenyi said. In recent years, Koreans had been loudly claiming that Taekwondo was the progenitor of Huaxia kung fu, a claim that infuriated every single person from Huaxia. Fang Chenyi’s words today struck a deep chord with the crowd.
"Yeah, he’s right! Taekwondo my ass! Let’s see them face real Huaxia kung fu today!"
"Beat ’em up! Don’t hold back, man! If you hurt them, we’ll all chip in for their medical bills!"
"That’s right! We’ll cover the hospital bills! Just take down this Taekwondo club!"
Most of the dozens of students behind Yi Zhihou were Korean exchange students, and unlike their leader, they had no idea what kind of sports car Fang Chenyi had arrived in.
First, they saw this guy kick down their club’s sign, and now they had to listen to the crowd’s jeering. This was intolerable. One of them, a yellow-haired Korean kid, couldn’t hold back and charged forward.
"Hey, punk! Don’t get cocky just because you kicked down our sign. Hmph, let’s see what a ’Sick Man of East Asia’ like you is really made of!"
Without waiting for Yi Zhihou to stop him, he stomped his left foot, launched himself into the air, and swung his right leg in a beautiful spinning side kick.
This was one of the most powerful and lethal kicks in Taekwondo. The force of a roundhouse kick is immense, and combined with the momentum of his falling body, a direct hit would mean a broken bone at the very least!
Especially considering the deep red belt around the guy’s waist, it was clear he was on a much higher level than Yi Zhihou.
But Fang Chenyi was completely unfazed by the vicious roundhouse kick. "Perfect!" he barked.
He immediately shifted half a step to the side, then took another half-step forward. With a simple turn of his body, he dodged the vicious kick’s range. He then spun and lifted his own leg, launching a roundhouse kick of his own—similar to a Taekwondo move—at the yellow-haired kid, who was still in mid-air.
The yellow-haired kid, seeing this from mid-air, was horrified. But with his body airborne, he had no leverage and no way to dodge. He could only watch as Fang Chenyi’s big leather shoe slammed viciously into his shoulder.
THUD! Before anyone could react, the yellow-haired kid who had just charged in was already flying back out.
He had run in on his own two feet, but he was going back through the air.
The blond kid tumbled as he landed, awkwardly scrambling to regain his balance. When he looked at Fang Chenyi, his eyes burned with a fierce will to fight:
"You son of a bitch! Again!"
He forced himself to his feet, trying to shake out his numb left shoulder. Then, with a running start, he charged again. This time, however, he was far more cautious. Once he was in front of Fang Chenyi, the blond kid didn’t dare use any more of those flashy, wide-open aerial moves. Instead, he opted for a much safer leg sweep.
As he reached Fang Chenyi, the blond kid’s body suddenly dropped, his leg sweeping out to take out Fang Chenyi’s legs.
Fang Chenyi curled his lip in disdain. Thanks to the enhancement from the Super Soldier Serum, he could accurately predict the trajectory of the kick. Without even trying to dodge, he lifted his foot and stomped down on the empty air in front of him!
[To be continued...]
