This scene once again shocked all the Koreans standing by, who were deeply impressed by the techniques displayed by Park Sung-Hui.
"This is the true Taekwondo of our Great Korea! Only Master Park can perform such powerful martial arts!"
"We proclaim our Korean Taekwondo as the world's number one, no martial art from any country can compare!"
"Under the leadership of Master Park, our Great Korean Taekwondo is about to conquer the world, sweep aside all martial arts globally, and become number one!"
"..."
The Koreans, as if injected with adrenaline, began to shout and cheer loudly.
Of course, they were speaking in their own language, and Lu Yang understood none of it. As the spinning kick descended towards his head, Lu Yang suddenly recalled a move called "Immortal Supports the Head" (Xian Ren Fu Ding) demonstrated by a master in Youdu Prison. It was a palm strike aimed at the crown of the head, but its power far surpassed any Korean Taekwondo spinning kick.
With the activation of "Immortal Supports the Head," the surrounding air instantly solidified. Lu Yang felt as if all his vital energies were sealed, rendering him unable to move. Had it not been for the sudden disruption of the surrounding energies by the Black Dragon Token, Lu Yang would have suffered immense damage from that strike.
At this moment, Park Sung-Hui's spinning kick unleashed countless streams of true qi, descending from the heavens with the force of his leg. Lu Yang shook his head and once again swung a fist towards the descending kick, his punch shattering the streams of qi before connecting with Park Sung-Hui's leg, neutralizing the attack once more.
Park Sung-Hui had deployed two major techniques, both effortlessly neutralized by Lu Yang. His gaze towards Lu Yang turned peculiar.
"How has this brat cultivated to be so powerful? With just a casual punch, he can neutralize my techniques. Could his cultivation far surpass mine?"
The thought sent a shiver of apprehension down Park Sung-Hui's spine.
However, being a stubborn old man who had lived for ninety years, despite his inner fear, Park Sung-Hui remained filled with fighting spirit. He hadn't sparred with anyone so intensely in over twenty years. This fight with Lu Yang was an opportunity to hone his combat skills and become stronger, preparing him for his upcoming battle against the Flying Tiger King.
If Lu Yang knew Park Sung-Hui's thoughts, he would undoubtedly shake his head in exasperation.
Park Sung-Hui attacked again, this time with even more ferocity. He had resorted to rapid offense, having realized in the previous two exchanges that Lu Yang favored a slow counter. He reasoned that a swift attack might overwhelm Lu Yang. Consequently, Park Sung-Hui's movement became more rapid, unleashing a flurry of fist and leg shadows towards Lu Yang.
"Rapid offense?"
Lu Yang recognized Park Sung-Hui's intention and sneered. He calmly parried and blocked each incoming strike. Even with Park Sung-Hui's increased speed, Lu Yang responded with unhurried composure, showing no openings. After dozens of exchanges, Park Sung-Hui hadn't even managed to graze Lu Yang's clothing; all his attacks had been deflected.
Park Sung-Hui's face turned ashen. He had used all his skills, yet he couldn't inflict any damage on Lu Yang. At this point, Park Sung-Hui knew that Lu Yang's strength was definitely superior to his. During their exchanges, Lu Yang had only defended, never attacking. If Lu Yang had counter-attacked while defending, Park Sung-Hui likely wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
"Brat, this is the end for today. You can leave; I don't wish to take your dog life!"
Park Sung-Hui withdrew his techniques and said coldly to Lu Yang.
"Did you hear that? Master Park has shown mercy and told you to scram. Get out of here quickly, or you'll find yourself without a burial place!"
"Indeed, Master Park is benevolent and doesn't wish to bully the young. Why aren't you leaving?"
"You brat are incredibly lucky! Master Park has spared you. Kneel and thank him!"
"..."
The surrounding Koreans immediately began to taunt Lu Yang.
"Leave? I haven't even made my move yet, why should I leave?"
"Your martial arts are worthless in my eyes. Let me show you what true martial arts are, true Chinese martial arts. Otherwise, you Koreans will always be arrogant and self-satisfied. This time, I will trample your Korean martial arts under my feet, so you never dare to be arrogant in China again!"
Lu Yang spoke, then looked directly at Park Sung-Hui and continued, "Are you ready to face your death?"
"You..."
"If you insist on fighting me to the death, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Seeing that Lu Yang had no intention of backing down, Park Sung-Hui could only brace himself and roar.
"Hmph!"
Lu Yang snorted and instantly unleashed the "Yuan Ji Shu" (likely a specific technique name). Before Park Sung-Hui could even track Lu Yang's movement, a punch landed squarely on Park Sung-Hui's chest. Park Sung-Hui's expression changed drastically, and he quickly raised his fists to block. However, Lu Yang's true strength was something Park Sung-Hui could not resist. He was instantly sent flying back over ten meters, crashing into a pillar in the hall before stabilizing himself.
But this was just the beginning. Lu Yang vanished from his spot again, reappearing with a "Liao Yin Zhua" (likely another specific technique name), a claw strike aimed at Park Sung-Hui's lower body. If Park Sung-Hui's sensitive area were caught, it would instantly be crushed.
Sensing Lu Yang's intent, Park Sung-Hui cursed, "Sibah!" and leaped up, jumping towards another direction.
However, his next move had already been anticipated by Lu Yang. The moment he jumped, Lu Yang's foot was already waiting, kicking directly into Park Sung-Hui's abdomen. This sent Park Sung-Hui crashing to the ground, creating a deep pit. Many of his bones were broken, rendering him a cripple.
The power of Lu Yang's kick was a result of his half-step Divine Realm cultivation combined with the strength honed during this period. Even a cultivator of the same level would struggle to withstand such a blow.
This scene instantly turned the faces of the few Koreans who had been praising Park Sung-Hui deathly pale, leaving them speechless.
Park Sung-Hui was an almost god-like existence in their eyes, yet he had now been defeated by Lu Yang, and so miserably, reduced to a cripple. It was as if Lu Yang had personally destroyed their project's divine figure, a devastating blow to them.
"Master Park, how are you?"
Han Li-en, however, remained clear-headed and quickly stepped forward, asking Park Sung-Hui.
"I... I lost!"
Park Sung-Hui sighed helplessly. That kick had crippled him. Even if Lu Yang didn't kill him, with his depleted vitality, Park Sung-Hui wouldn't live much longer.
Korea's number one expert, defeated.
"Lost?"
"Great Korea lost?"
Upon hearing Park Sung-Hui's words, Han Li-en's body trembled instantly. He had believed that bringing Park Sung-Hui would make it effortless to kill Lu Yang. However, with Park Sung-Hui now crippled, it was evident how powerful Lu Yang was. The defeat of Great Korea's most formidable expert, Park Sung-Hui, by Lu Yang caused their entire national faith to crumble.
"Bring Tang Shi-min out, or I will kill everyone here!"
Lu Yang glared at Han Li-en and roared coldly.