Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Yang Feng didn’t leave; he stayed to watch the fight. Jin Taiyun may be a moron, but he does make a lot of money for the dojo. It’d be fine if he was taken down a little, but Yang Feng was afraid he’d be killed by Meng Fan.
It wasn’t that Yang Feng didn’t respect taekwondo. It’s just that he knew Meng Fan’s Iron Hero reputation was well-deserved.
By then, many people had gathered around the fight area. In addition to the students and coaches in the main practice room, people in other practice rooms had come to watch, too.
With a bigger audience, those female students’ cheers for Jin Taiyun were soon overshadowed by other voices.
“Iron Hero, take down this Korean!”
“Go Meng Fatty!”
“I’ve hated this Korean for a long time!”
“The fight is about that moron Park Jae Hye. Go Iron Hero, get him!”
There were a lot of students, quite a few of which knew the origin of the conflict, so the late-comers also found out the fight was because of Meng Fan’s beating of the K-pop celebrity. Everyone became galvanized. They could care less if Jin Taiyun was profitable for the school; they just wanted to see the man beaten up.
While the male students were happy to see the pretty female students in their workout area, if the girls were cheering for Jin Taiyun, they didn’t care for the airheads.
“Hrmf!”
Jin Taiyun’s Chinese was pretty good, so he heard and understood the comments. He
grunted and got onto the floor. He’ll make everyone shut up with his performance.
“Can we start?”
When Jin Taiyun faced Meng Fan, he didn’t even bother with the usual manners of the sport. Never mind bowing, before Meng Fan nodded, he already put on a helmet, chest shield, and leg shields and did a fighting pose. He pushed down with his right foot then kicked up his right leg, using his left foot to do a 180-degree spin, then pointed up his right foot for a side kick toward Meng Fan’s ribs.
Thump.
Jin Taiyun was a level three black belt, so his kick carried a lot of power and speed. The speed was much faster than Meng Fan’s, who couldn’t get away, but he couldn’t get to Meng Fan’s ribs either. While Meng Fan couldn’t dodge the kick, he could use his hand to block the kick.
The “thump” sound came from Meng Fan blocking Jin Taiyun’s sidekick with his elbow.
The blocking move did hurt for someone like Meng Fan, who has never been beaten.
When Jin Taiyun saw he didn’t land on Meng Fan’s ribs, he switched to a double-kick while yelling, which seemed rather threatening. His legs continued to pummel Meng Fan’s thigh with a lot of power.
Jin Taiyun could tell that with Meng Fan’s build, his reaction and speed wouldn’t be very fast. If his hands moved fast, it didn’t mean his foot motions were fast, too. Jin Taiyun wanted to kick Meng Fan to the floor, which matched his earlier bragging that he’d make Meng Fan admit that he did an ambush.
Pow pow pow!
Jin Taiyun’s continuous leg kicks made Meng Fan back up. Meng Fan’s hands were fast, but they couldn’t protect his legs.
Ouch!
Although, after a few kicks, Meng Fan felt less hurt. It was as if he got used to the pain.
“Trash!”
After a set of double kicks, Jin Taiyun looked at Meng Fan with disgust. So he wasn’t that amazing.
Jin Taiyun used his left foot to spin, turned his left knee, and raised his right foot up to a 90-degree angle to kick Meng Fan repeatedly.
Jin Taiyun used all of his strength in the kicks. The power in the kicking came from his continued turns, so he believed Meng Fan couldn’t dodge them.
It was, in fact, true, as the kicks landed on the hand Meng Fan used to block the kicks.
The sound was loud and carried much power.
“Finally!”
Meng Fan was waiting for these high-kicks. Jin Taiyun did kick Meng Fan, but he wouldn’t be able to get his foot back.
After the first kick, Meng Fan hurt because he missed a snatching opportunity. This time, his quick hand instantly grabbed Jin Taiyun’s retreating leg as he stepped up and grabbed Jin Taiyun’s shoulder, throwing the Korean on the floor.
The fist Jin Taiyun threw during this tussle did hit Meng Fan, but it was weaker than a leg kick and didn’t affect Meng Fan’s fighting at all.
After Meng Fan flipped Jin Taiyun to the floor face up, he moved to gripping the Korean’s elbow instead of the shoulder, then did a squat as he put a knee onto Jin Taiyun’s back. He pulled on his hand, successfully pinning Jin Taiyun’s elbow to his back, subduing him.
“Ow!”
Jin Taiyun yelled with pain.
Meng Fan didn’t wait for him to struggle, he pulled on Jin Taiyun’s elbow a little, causing the man to tap the floor.
When Meng Fan heard the tapping sound, he eased up on the Korean out of habit.
Yet, just when everyone thought the fight was over, the newly-freed Jin Taiyun did a back-kick at Meng Fan’s chin!
“Meng Fatty, watch out!”
“F*ck! He’s ambushing now? He already tapped out!”
“Koreans are the worst-mannered athletes in the world!”
“Trash who can’t lose!”
Everyone watching yelped in surprise.
Just when Jin Taiyun’s kick almost reached Meng Fan’s chin, Meng Fan’s hand grabbed Jin Taiyun’s leg, twisted, and threw Jin Taiyun onto the floor.
Peng!
Jin Taiyun landed and yelled.
This time, Meng Fan didn’t stop. He walked over, grabbing the Korean and flipped him.
Peng!
He tossed the Korean again.
As soon as Jin Taiyun landed, Meng Fan would grab the man and throw him again.
The scene was right out of the game, “The King of Fighters ’97,” when Goro Daimon, the judo expert known for his throws, would flip everyone.
Peng, peng, peng, peng!
After being ambushed once by Jin Taiyun, Meng Fan didn’t give the Korean man a chance to regroup. He didn’t use snatching, either; he didn’t want to give the man a chance to tap the floor. Maybe he could break his wrist? Okay, Meng Fan admitted he was tempted, but he resisted, so he just kept using throws.
He didn’t allow him to tap out anymore. He needed to throw the man to relieve his anger.
“Wow, what a beast!”
“Amazing!”
“This is a beating!”
“Is he gonna be okay after all the throwing?”
“He should kill this trash! How dare he ambush after tapping out, what garbage!”
“Iron God, do a Total Throw!”
“Do the big one, do the Heaven to Hell Throw!”
“Meng Fan is really pissed off now!”
Everyone watching was yelling and shouting. They were disgusted by Jin Taiyun’s earlier ambush.
There were a few worried watchers.
Lao Hei was an honest man. He was worried Meng Fan was going to kill Jin Taiyun. The scene in front of him was rather brutal.
Yang Feng’s heart was beating faster and faster as he watched the fight. He went up to Meng Fan to stop him. “Mr. Meng, it’s ok. If you throw him anymore, it’s gonna kill him.”