Driving his newly purchased Wrangler, he sped along the road. Unfortunately, while Liuhai City's traffic congestion didn't compare to Yanjing's, it was still not commendable. Moreover, he had only been in Liuhai for half a year and wasn't very familiar with the roads. Without driving skills like Luo Chao's, it was quite difficult to even push the car speed above thirty mph.

He was so angry he felt like grabbing a motorcycle to ride, but alas, he couldn't find one. He could only crawl forward slowly like a turtle, turning a five-minute journey into half an hour.

As soon as he got out of the car, he didn't care about anything, hurriedly squeezing forward. Along the way, his phone was almost blown up by calls, indicating that the situation was undoubtedly very bad now.

Feeling anxious, his grip unconsciously tightened. He shoved aside the students crowding at the entrance and walked in.

At a glance, he saw Xi Mengxuan sitting on the ground with a pained expression on her face. Shangguan Tiantian was instantly furious, without thinking, kicked towards Park Young-joon.

He regarded Xi Mengxuan as an elder sister, and with such an incident occurring, he felt it was his failure to protect her properly. Her injury was entirely his fault, and he needed to beat the person to the ground to vent his anger.

However, his thunderous punch hit empty air. Park Young-joon dodged sideways, followed by a side kick aimed at Shangguan Tiantian's neck.

Shangguan Tiantian quickly raised his right arm to block, but he still underestimated Park Young-joon's strength, retreating three big steps to disperse the force.

Witnessing this, Xi Mengxuan urgently shouted, "Xiaotian, be careful, he's very strong."

Massaging his slightly pained wrist, Shangguan Tiantian nodded lightly, "Indeed he has some skills, but..."

Shangguan Tiantian clasped his hands together and then slowly spread them apart, assuming a horse stance. He adopted a starting posture that resembled Tai Chi yet was distinctly different.

"Not impressive enough... Bring it on! Trash~~" He exuded the aura of an ancient martial arts hero.

Upon seeing his stance, a wave of cheers erupted. The students watching all applauded, especially the ones previously kicked to the ground by Park Young-joon, who clenched their teeth hoping Shangguan Tiantian would help them get revenge.

"Hmph, a mere clown..." Park Young-joon snorted coldly, not intimidated by his stance at all. His feet moved swiftly, he leapt, and aimed a straight kick at Shangguan Tiantian's chest.

At this moment, Shangguan Tiantian seemed to suppress all the emotions stirred by Xi Mengxuan's injury. Seeing Park Young-joon attacking, he shifted his steps and crossed his hands to grab Park Young-joon's ankle, swinging his waist forcefully, causing Park Young-joon to lose balance in mid-air.

He kicked his left ribs in return.

After taking this hit, Park Young-joon showed no sign of injury, as if it hadn't landed on him at all. His body spun in the air, shook off the hold, and as he landed, he flipped to deliver a powerful axe kick towards Shangguan Tiantian's head.

"Bang..."

A loud sound unlike a mere physical collision echoed. This attack was still blocked by Shangguan Tiantian.

He displayed a slight cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "A Taekwondo black belt eighth rank is nothing. Let me show you the power of our Eight Trigrams Palm."

Before his words finished, he vanished in front of Park Young-joon, instantly appearing behind him and launching a punch directly at the vulnerable exposed back.

The Eight Trigrams Palm, also known as Wandering Body Bagua Palm, is a martial art focused on changing palm techniques and walking steps. Thus, in a fight, it's the most flexible and variable, often leaving the opponent bewildered and seizing opportunities to defeat them.

Right now Shangguan Tiantian was employing the characteristics of his family-inherited martial arts. Although his footwork was slightly rough in transitions, it was still as fast as a shooting star. In just a few positional changes, he had already left several powerful punch marks on Park Young-joon's body.

Despite Park Young-joon's years of rigorous training in endurance, he was finding it tough to withstand such an attack. After taking a few more punches, he looked for an opening, kneeing Shangguan Tiantian in the abdomen and forcing him back, buying some breathing time.

"I didn't expect... Huaxia actually has a master like you, impressive... impressive..." Park Young-joon felt his blood and energy churning, with a faint metallic taste in his throat, using words to stall for recovery time.

His gaze was intensely focused, regarding the seemingly young student before him as a formidable rival.

Previously, he hadn't acknowledged the prowess of Huaxia Martial Arts. Even though his teacher, Park Ji-Woo, repeatedly warned him to stay out of trouble in Huaxia, he didn't take it seriously.

He had been in Huaxia for three years, and the so-called martial artists he encountered were all showy, with some unable to even take three of his kicks. This made him increasingly arrogant, thinking Huaxia had no real martial arts, only empty boasts. This fueled his resolve to promote what he perceived as the highest form of martial arts.

To let the ignorant here see what true fighting techniques were.

However, now he was starting to feel less confident, his mind wavered. In the few minutes of fighting with the young man several years younger than him, he hadn't gained any advantage and was consistently on the defensive.

The few counterattacks he made were deftly evaded by the opponent, giving him the frustrating feeling of his strength having nowhere to go, getting drawn into the opponent's rhythm.

He began to doubt himself.

Actually, it was his bad luck, encountering other martial inheritors, he might have stood a chance with his skills, but Shangguan Tiantian was different. Dubbed a martial arts prodigy from a young age, he was secretly trained by his grandfather, a master of Eight Trigrams Palm. Despite his young age, he had thoroughly grasped the essence of Eight Trigrams Palm, undoubtedly among the top few masters in the younger martial arts generation, even stronger than Hua Liunian.

"Heh heh,..." Shangguan Tiantian sneered, taking this opportunity to rest slightly. He had fully grasped the opponent's traits. Nothing more than speed and sturdy punches and kicks, but lacking any deeper substance, frankly, just a brute with strength and no skill.

Such people, when encountering the flexible and varied, footwork-focused Eight Trigrams Palm inheritor, are essentially meeting their nemesis. Can easily defeat him, with no technical difficulty.

He waved to the crowd cheering for him, even though he understood these laymen probably didn't comprehend anything, it didn't matter. Enjoying the admiring gazes was enough. His goal was to completely crush this 'stick,' avenge Sister Xuanxuan, and fulfill the hope of these people.

This time he didn't wait for Park Young-joon to attack, instead taking the initiative.

"Come on, let me teach you a good lesson and show you what 'there is always someone better' means!"

Faced with his opponent's attack, Park Young-joon immediately felt the pressure intensifying, but had no choice but to defend with everything he learned.

However, in just a short moment, he was already in a bind, taking plenty of punches.

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