Chapter 230 - 229: You Are Not Capable

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Chapter 230: Chapter 229: You Are Not Capable Ignorance is the root of stupidity, and Lin Tian thought Zhao Rong and the others were quite foolish, even like frogs in a well. They held their heads high in pride every day, believing they saw the entirety of the world, yet in reality, they were no different from the frog at the bottom of the well. When everyone in the gym thought Ning Luoxi was about to execute a quadruple kick, she moved, her slender legs kicking through the air lightly. Yet when she kicked the wooden posts, a huge "boom" resounded, and all four posts were simultaneously snapped. It was just one sweeping kick, and all the posts broke, which contrasted sharply with her fair, delicate legs and the seemingly effortless attack! The entire Taekwondo gym fell silent, the students were all stunned, some even dropped their jaws and drooled without realizing. The female and male coaches flashed looks of disbelief, this wasn’t just a kick breaking one post, it was a kick breaking four! "Ah... why are you pinching me? That hurt a lot!" a student suddenly yelled out. "It hurts because it’s real, pain means I’m not dreaming, everything I just saw was real," another student said, still wearing a shocked expression on his face. "Damn, can’t you pinch yourself? After class, I want to challenge you to a fight!" Ning Luoxi, unfazed by what others were saying, shook her head and remarked, "The wood is too soft, not nearly as hard as Lin Tian, hitting it doesn’t feel satisfying at all." With a "boom," several students were so startled by her words that they couldn’t stand steady and fell to the ground. This particularly affected the lower-ranked students with white and yellow belts, who were deeply shaken. Usually, they struggled to break even one wooden board, but now she claimed four posts were too soft, which was a huge blow to them. The male students also noticed the beauty’s mention of Lin Tian, wondering who that was, being harder than wood—what exactly did she mean by hard, and why did it sound so suggestive? Lin Tian also felt a chill, thinking, "Can’t a young girl speak normally? It’s true I’m hard, but there’s no need to proclaim it so openly. Maybe something we could discuss privately." "You pervert, why are you smiling so creepily? What are you thinking about?" Xiao Manxuan suddenly asked him, looking very suspicious. Before Lin Tian could reply, Zhang Lingyu chimed in, "What else could he be thinking? Ning Luoxi made him think all sorts of things, the kinds of things all men think of." "Things all men think of—if they didn’t, would they still be men?" Lin Tian shamelessly said. "Pervert!" "Big bully!" The two women glared at Lin Tian in unison, feeling a sense of helplessness towards his thick skin. Just then, Ning Luoxi felt kicking wood was boring and wanted to walk away, but the female coach shouted loudly, "We’re not done yet! You think you can scare me with those hard kicks? Wishful thinking!" She reached out to grab Ning Luoxi’s shoulder. In Taekwondo, there are techniques specifically for throwing people, and those well-versed could throw someone upon touch. The female coach intended to take Ning Luoxi by surprise and throw her to the ground. "Hmph!" Ning Luoxi snorted, and as she turned around, she threw a punch. The fist, though looking delicate, carried a thunderous force, catching the female coach’s throat first. With the force of this punch, the coach’s throat would surely shatter—a deadly move! The female coach’s eyes filled with terror as she desperately tried to defend, but the punch was too fast for her to react in time. "Ah..." Already a student had screamed in fright, covering her eyes, not daring to watch the bloody scene that was about to unfold. Lin Tian’s eyes were slightly narrowed, yet he made no move to stop it, as he already knew the outcome. Indeed, just as Ning Luoxi’s fist was a few inches away from the female coach’s throat, it stopped. The force of the fist whipped up a gust of wind, flipping open the loose collar of the coach’s shirt and revealing a large expanse of skin. Had she not been wearing a black vest underneath, she would have been exposed in front of everyone. Ning Luoxi withdrew her fist and said nothing, merely giving the female coach a faint look before walking back behind Lin Tian. She showed no joy of victory, nor did she act arrogantly; it was as though she had done something utterly mundane. Meanwhile, the female coach stood still, pale-faced, unable to snap back to reality. "You owe me this time," Ning Luoxi suddenly said. Lin Tian, of course, knew who she was referring to—just annoyed at him for letting her fight, right? He casually touched his nose and said, "A man of my stature, take it as you please." "You said it, don’t go back on your word!" Ning Luoxi didn’t bother with his implication and straightforwardly accepted Lin Tian’s "sacrifice." "You can’t be serious, I’m only eighteen, still young. How about we discuss this when I grow up, and your hair grows long enough to reach your waist?" Lin Tian’s heart chilled, he said hesitantly. Ning Luoxi gave him a "hmm," leaving Lin Tian puzzled over what this female berserker might be thinking—had letting her fight been a huge mistake? Sigh, whatever, let it be. Come what may; water comes, soil covers; if beauty comes, just lie down. She can do whatever she wants; I’m a rogue, who am I afraid of? Lin Tian thought quite liberally. But the affair here wasn’t over yet, the main actor hadn’t yet made an appearance. Lin Tian cleared his throat and said loudly, "We’ve fought, now your director should show up, shouldn’t he?" "Haha, ridiculous, truly ridiculous." Zhao Rong suddenly burst into laughter, her laugh filled with contempt. As she laughed, her fine, elongated eyes narrowed, releasing a sinister glimmer. "Sister Zhao Rong, are you ill? If you’re ill, get treatment and remember to take your medication. Don’t give up on treatment," Lin Tian really saw such a mean woman for the first time. Dealing with such people, one cannot afford to be polite—the more polite you are, the more arrogant they become. Zhao Rong’s face looked even worse when Lin Tian called her sister. She huffed and said, "What great ability do you have with a sharp tongue and teeth, letting a woman fight for you—does that count as your victory? Ridiculous, if you were a man, you’d stand out and spar with our coaches. If all you can do is spout words, our director doesn’t have the time to meet such a powerless person." Her tone was incredibly harsh, and among the students, there were many doubtful and contemptuous gazes, thinking Lin Tian was nothing but a useless pretty boy. Zhao Rong had only one goal, to force Lin Tian to make a move. She knew the real strength of the male coach; a third-degree black belt, his skill was second only to the director in the dojo, even higher than Vice Director Jin by two ranks, and he was one of the rare practical fighters in Taekwondo, immensely powerful. Zhao Rong was confident in winning, perhaps even getting a chance to cripple this young man. The male coach, very cooperatively, walked into the arena and gestured a challenge to Lin Tian. Is this the hidden strength of your dojo? Lin Tian examined the male coach, who was several times more robust than the female coach, with thick bones and well-proportioned muscles, vaguely displaying the bluish veins underneath the skin, a sign of reaching the peak power of Taekwondo. But Lin Tian looked at his lower body and shook his head, saying, "You won’t do!" Visit freewebnove(l).com for the best novel reading experience

Chapter 230 - 229: You Are Not Capable

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