Chapter 227 [Divine Land Kung Fu vs Taekwondo] Fourth Update!
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Updated : Oct 4th, 2025
Fourth update!
"President Chu, Mr. Ye is here too?"
Wei Huandong’s eyes initially flickered with a trace of gloom, but he quickly thought of something and approached Ye Chenfeng to greet him.
Ye Chenfeng was stunned for a moment. Could this big star be so kind as to say hello to him?
"Nice to see you, superstar. Haven’t seen you in a few days, and already your star quality is shining even brighter. Emma, looks like you’re aiming to take Divine Land’s soccer beyond Asia!" Ye Chenfeng bantered.
Wei Huandong held back his irritation and then turned his gaze to Chu Qingfei, "President Chu, there is a match happening. Interested in watching?"
"What kind of match?" Chu Qingfei seemed interested.
"Tonight, Wind General Lin Feng from the Three Kingdoms’ directorial team will challenge our action director Park Tiancheng! Both men have a foundation in martial arts, and the match is sure to be spectacular!" Wei Huandong said excitedly.
Chu Qingfei agreed, "Sure, it’s good to exchange ideas. If the action is good, it helps a lot with the film and television works. That way we can present the best products to the audience!"View the correct content at NovelFire.
"How about you, Mr. Ye?" Wei Huandong asked Ye Chenfeng.
"Brother, come with me to have a look, it’s okay if we return a bit late!" Chu Qingfei cooed and shook Ye Chenfeng’s arm.
Wei Huandong watched with envy, while a harsher look flickered in his eyes.
"Alright, I’ll listen to you!" Ye Chenfeng agreed.
Following Wei Huandong, they quickly arrived at the gym.
The place was already crowded. Many staff members from various crews had come to relax, and with such an exciting match, of course they wanted to watch.
In the center of the arena stood a ring with two men on it—one dressed in black, the other in white. The man in black was rugged, sporting a mustache, exuding an intimidating presence. The one with paler skin, judging by the facial features, was not from the Divine Land; he was Korean. These two must be Lin Feng and Park Tiancheng that Wei Huandong mentioned.
"It’s Chu Qingfei from Divine Land International Media and the big star Wei Huandong!" Someone recognized Chu Qingfei and company, and a path was immediately cleared in the crowd, and just like that, Ye Chenfeng and the others made it to the front.
Then the match officially started, an action director trained in Divine Land’s martial arts versus one in Korean Taekwondo. The confrontation between the two was like the clash of martial arts from Divine Land and Korea, very eye-catching.
"Lin Feng, beat the hell out of him, let these Koreans know about the profoundness of our Divine Land’s kung fu!"
"I’ve been fed up with these Koreans for a while now. They claimed last time that our Divine Land’s kung fu couldn’t match up to their Taekwondo; damn it, don’t they know we’re the ancestors?"
"Go Lin Feng, you’re doing great, we all support you!"
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The cheers for Lin Feng were overwhelmingly loud; the majority of the people in the stadium were supporting him.
"Master, fight hard, spread the glory of the Great Han Empire’s Taekwondo culture, let them see its strength!"
Park Tiancheng had a few assistants, who were Korean, and they got fired up too, incessantly shouting, and both sides got into a verbal altercation.
"Today, I’ll show you the might of my Divine Land kung fu!" Park Tiancheng taunted as he entered the ring, belittling Divine Land’s kung fu with a gesture comparing it to his little finger.
"Park Tiancheng, you will pay for your arrogance!"
With a roar, Lin Feng charged forward, his explosive power transforming him into a ferocious bear.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
Using his physical advantage, Lin Feng immediately launched a ferocious assault, forcing Park Tiancheng to dodge repeatedly, barely able to catch his breath.
"Yes, yes, yes, punch him in the face, Lin Feng!"
"Kick his butt, burst his chrysanthemum — yes, aim for his chrysanthemum!"
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A crowd of spectators got excited, cheering continuously and even giving Lin Feng directions. Ye Chenfeng felt embarrassed to no end, thinking to himself, "If you’re all so badass, why don’t you step up?"
Chu Qingfei was also extraordinarily excited and couldn’t help but ask the person next to her, "Brother, who do you think will win?"
"Park Tiancheng will win!" Ye Chenfeng answered without hesitation.
"Ah? Impossible, right? Look, he’s getting beaten up without being able to fight back. He’s so strong and his attacks are so fierce, how could Park Tiancheng possibly win?" Chu Qingfei said with a face full of doubt.
"But have you noticed? Lin Feng is full of openings, especially his lower stance, which is unstable. Didn’t you see that he keeps using his fists to attack while leaving the down below completely defenseless? Moreover, his fists are getting slower and he’s gradually losing strength. As for Park Tiancheng, even though he’s constantly dodging, have you noticed that there’s never any panic on his face..."
"Brother, you’re so smart! Now that you’ve pointed it out, I see it all!" Chu Qingfei exclaimed happily.
Off to the side, Wei Huandong was grinding his teeth in anger, his gaze flickering as he pondered his next move.
"It’s my turn!"
Suddenly, Park Tiancheng shouted, then his footsteps shifted as he dodged to the right. After avoiding one of Lin Feng’s moves, he counterattacked fiercely with a powerful kick.
"Bang!"
The incident happened so suddenly that Lin Feng had no time to dodge and his lower leg was struck heavily.
In that instant, Lin Feng was in excruciating pain, and his tall body immediately bent over. Seizing the opportunity, Park Tiancheng had already pounced, throwing a straight punch that landed with a heavy thud, causing Lin Feng’s nose to spurt blood.
"Ahh!"
What Lin Feng was best at was strength. At the critical moment, he roared and recklessly lunged at Park Tiancheng, regardless of his own life.
But this time, Park Tiancheng didn’t dodge at all; instead, he met him head-on with a painful blow.
"Bang!"
Their fists collided, and Lin Feng was surprised—Park Tiancheng’s strength was not any less than his own.
"Boom!"
The next second, Lin Feng felt a sharp pain in his legs, his instability in the lower stance became a deadly problem as he was directly attacked by Park Tiancheng, who showed no mercy this time, sending Lin Feng plummeting down.
"Bang!"
Taking advantage of the momentum, Park Tiancheng delivered a sidekick to Lin Feng’s head, instantly sending him flying.
"Thud!"
Lin Feng fell to the ground with a loud crash, his body curling up like a shrimp, his face full of pain, and large beads of sweat cascading down. He struggled for a long time, but ultimately failed to get up.
"Weak, too weak. I was just playing with you before!" Park Tiancheng looked at Lin Feng with a face full of mockery and disdain.
"You..."
Lin Feng was naturally furious, staring fixedly at Park Tiancheng, wanting to struggle to his feet. But Park Tiancheng’s previous kick had been so powerful that Lin Feng had lost his ability to move, leaving him unable to rise for the time being.
"Silence!"
This time, Lin Feng’s supporters had nothing to say, dumbstruck. Everyone understood the real situation—Park Tiancheng’s true strength was far greater than Lin Feng’s. He had only been pretending to be weak before; otherwise, Lin Feng would have fallen much earlier.
"Heh, you overestimate yourself. In front of the Taekwondo of my Great Han Empire, your Divine Land Martial Arts are nothing but trash!"
"Just a bunch of short-sighted Divine Land pigs! Humph!"
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And Park Tiancheng’s entourage started boasting arrogantly.
Park Tiancheng then scanned the crowd, "Are there any more people from Divine Land who wish to challenge my Taekwondo?"
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