Fists are the most basic means of resolving everything, and Lu Yang's most effective means.
"Good, I haven't set foot in China for twenty years, I didn't expect the youth of China to be so arrogant now. Then let me use you to establish my authority. After dealing with you, I will challenge the Flying Tiger King. I was defeated by him back then, and this anger has been held in my heart for twenty years!"
Park Sung-hwi said coldly.
Hearing this, Lu Yang couldn't help but shake his head. With his current strength, he didn't dare to say he would challenge the Flying Tiger King. Yet this old man from the Korean Peninsula, not knowing life or death, wanted to challenge the Flying Tiger King. It seemed that these people from the Korean Peninsula had a great misunderstanding of martial arts, thinking that they were invincible after learning a few superficial skills. When they encountered real masters, it would only be a dead end.
"I have cultivated the Great Korean Taekwondo diligently for half a century. I am now ninety years old, and I believe my Taekwondo has reached perfection. Moreover, I have also mastered several other martial arts, constantly supplementing the Great Korean Taekwondo. Therefore, today I will let you have a good look at how powerful the Great Korean Taekwondo is!"
As Park Sung-hwi spoke, his body suddenly swelled. Just moments ago, he was a twilight-shrouded old man, but instantly he transformed into a youth in his late forties or early fifties. His hunched back straightened, and his muscles bulged all over, making him look very fierce.
"Hmm? Rejuvenation?"
Seeing this, Lu Yang smiled slightly. He had seen such techniques before. It was simply about suppressing all one's vital energy and blood in a certain area, without showing any signs. When needed, all this vital energy and blood would be infused into the body, and thus transform into this appearance.
The old man did not utter a sound. Instead, he tapped his toes, took a step back with his right leg, and then kicked Lu Yang while airborne.
"Spinning Kicks?"
Seeing the old man's technique, the burly men from the Korean Peninsula all showed expressions of envy, shock, and admiration in their eyes. This old man was like a god in their eyes, someone they could only look up to. Today, they were fortunate enough to witness Park Sung-hwi's personal display, which would benefit them for a lifetime.
The Spinning Kicks were a Taekwondo technique self-created by Park Sung-hwi. He could kick people at high altitudes, and his speed and power were extremely formidable. Countless leg shadows appeared in the air, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.
At this moment, Park Sung-hwi's Spinning Kicks were aimed at Lu Yang's head. Instantly, hundreds of legs appeared in the entire space, each leg carrying a fierce qi, attacking Lu Yang. If one were to be hit by this qi or by Park Sung-hwi's Spinning Kicks, even the most powerful master would lose their combat effectiveness in an instant.
Park Sung-hwi unleashed his ultimate move right from the start, intending to defeat Lu Yang in one move and establish his prestige.
However, his assessment of Lu Yang's strength was greatly inaccurate. His techniques, in front of Lu Yang, were at most at the junior high school level, far inferior to the villains in Youdu Prison. Even Balk could easily defeat Park Sung-hwi.
But Lu Yang did not rush to defeat Park Sung-hwi. He was also very curious to see what trump cards and techniques this ninety-year-old man, who had cultivated Taekwondo to its peak, possessed.
Lu Yang threw out a punch. This punch was ancient and majestic, instantly solidifying the surrounding air. Then, he unhurriedly swung it towards Park Sung-hwi's Spinning Kicks, hitting the center of Park Sung-hwi's leg. The punch and the leg collided with each other.
Park Sung-hwi's face changed. He hadn't expected Lu Yang to have such discerning eyes, recognizing the true location of his kick at a glance. Moreover, the power of Lu Yang's punch was also perfect, almost on par with his own.
With a "bang," both of them retreated two steps simultaneously and stabilized themselves.
"Kid, it seems I underestimated you. Your strength is immense. To possess such formidable cultivation at such a young age, you are absolutely a rare martial arts genius that appears once in a hundred years. I am a person who cherishes talent. If you are willing to become my disciple, I will impart all my life's knowledge to you, making you a top expert standing at the pinnacle of the world. Then, the entire world will be yours to roam!"
Park Sung-hwi said calmly as he looked at Lu Yang.
"Master Park, this Chinese person is an enemy of our Goryeo chaebol and must be killed! You must not take him as a disciple!"
Hearing Park Sung-hwi's words, Han Liren immediately shouted loudly.
If Lu Yang were to become Park Sung-hwi's disciple, his threat to Han Liren in the future would be even greater, and eliminating Lu Yang would become extremely difficult.
"Do I need you to tell me how I do things?"
Park Sung-hwi's expression changed, and he looked at Han Liren, asking coldly.
He enjoyed great prestige throughout the Great Korean Peninsula. It was the head of the Goryeo chaebol who invited him out of seclusion this time. Otherwise, a mere Han Liren would never have been taken seriously by Park Sung-hwi, let alone protected by him.
"I'm sorry, but I've hated people from the Korean Peninsula and Japan the most since I was young. So, even if you begged me on your knees, I wouldn't agree!"
"Moreover, your skill level is so low, can you teach me? Are you perhaps dreaming!"
Lu Yang sneered, showing no respect for Park Sung-hwi.
"You are courting death!"
Hearing this, Park Sung-hwi's eyes instantly narrowed, and he stared intently at Lu Yang. In the Korean Peninsula, countless people yearned to become his disciples, with many kneeling at his doorstep for months without him even glancing at them. Unexpectedly, this time he came to China and found such good material in Lu Yang, wanting to take him as a disciple, only to be rejected and spoken to in such a manner. This instantly enraged Park Sung-hwi, who roared sternly, "Since you are unwilling to be taken in by me, then I can only kill you to eliminate future trouble. With your genius potential, given enough resources and time, you will surely become a serious threat to our Great Korean Peninsula!"
Meanwhile, Han Liren let out a long sigh, and a cold smile spread across his lips.
Since Lu Yang refused Park Sung-hwi, then from now on, Park Sung-hwi would only kill Lu Yang, which was the outcome Han Liren most wished to see.
"To be honest, I don't really care about your mediocre skills. I just wanted to see what Taekwondo looks like when practiced by you. Show me whatever tricks you have!"
Lu Yang said with a relaxed smile.
Park Sung-hwi's face had turned extremely cold. Lu Yang's words, one after another, were all mocking him. As an idol of the Korean Peninsula, how could Park Sung-hwi allow Lu Yang to insult him like this? He directly lifted his leg high and unleashed Taekwondo's most classic move, a kick, striking down towards Lu Yang.
However, the power of Park Sung-hwi's kick was much greater than that of the Taekwondo master from the Korean Peninsula that Lu Yang had encountered before. This kick was powerful and fierce, as if his entire body were being hurled at the target, not just a leg. Even a small car would be smashed in half by such a fierce move from Park Sung-hwi.
Park Sung-hwi's strike had already formed a circle in mid-air, maximizing its power. Numerous qi reappeared, as if countless kicks were descending from the sky, directly smashing down towards Lu Yang's head.