Han Jun was quite pleased with the crowd's attitude, his face flushed. In his eyes, he had already secured victory against the young man before him.
He arrogantly raised a middle finger and said, "Kid, I'll beat you into a human stick. Don't you believe me? I really have the ability to do so!"
Mu Feng yawned and replied, "Is that so? Then let me see how skillful your methods are!"
With that, he tied his own hands behind his back. His confident gaze caused many people to burst into laughter.
Almost everyone viewed Mu Feng as a mere jester, a clown who sought to amuse the crowd.
The arena lights flashed incessantly, and even the media were broadcasting live. Countless people were paying attention to today's duel.
"Next, face your fear!" Han Jun's lips curved upwards as he charged forward in a single step.
With astonishing jumping power, he soared five meters into the air.
The entire audience gasped in amazement. Many Chinese people erupted into thunderous applause, clearly impressed by this incredible display.
"As expected of Korea's number one Taekwondo practitioner. Global martial arts look to Korea, Korean martial arts look to the Han family, and Han family martial arts look to Han Jun. These words are truly not exaggerated!"
A Korean person was incessantly singing praises, almost to the point of being subservient.
"Alas, it seems Chinese martial arts are doomed to lose. It's a shame, really, that our martial arts are merely ornamental, completely inferior to Taekwondo!"
"What are you talking about? Can he represent Chinese martial arts? He's just a clown seeking attention, what is he?"
"Exactly. Our China is vast and abundant, with countless capable individuals. This guy is truly a disgrace, bringing shame upon us even abroad!"
The crowd chattered furiously, their spittle almost drowning Mu Feng.
These exchanges happened in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Han Jun unleashed a spinning kick, a devastating sweep aimed directly at Mu Feng's crown.
For an ordinary person, this would undoubtedly result in their skull being burst open, a bloody spectacle.
Many people, terrified, covered their eyes. This immediate attack with a killer move was too brutal.
Mu Feng's hands remained tied behind his back, showing no intention of moving.
Han Jun's lips curled into a sneer, and he said, "Kid, this is all you've got. You can bully the Jin and Park families, but facing the Han family, who are born of Taekwondo, you're no better than a pig or a dog!"
"Is that so? If I move my foot, then consider me defeated!" Mu Feng said dismissively.
Just as Han Jun's powerful leg was about to descend, something that shocked everyone present occurred.
His leg, as it neared Mu Feng's crown, was suddenly blocked by an inexplicable force.
He was unable to break through this defense. A wall of qi, like impenetrable iron, absorbed all of Han Jun's force, directing it entirely into his own leg.
A crisp snapping sound echoed, and the bones in his leg shattered instantly. He, like a kite with a broken string, swayed precariously.
With a thud, Han Jun fell heavily into the center of the arena like a massive object, creating a noticeable pit in the concrete floor.
A piercing pain coursed through his entire body. He gritted his teeth and cried out, "Why? Why is this happening?"
Those who had just been mocking Mu Feng fell into complete silence, their eyes wide with disbelief at the bizarre scene.
Especially the Koreans, they wailed, and their cries and sobs could be heard.
Mu Feng smiled slightly and said, "Ah, this is truly uninteresting. You are far weaker than I imagined. I haven't even made a move, and you're already severely injured!"
Han Jun's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. He could never have imagined such an outcome.
"Truly misjudged. It turns out these Koreans are the ones with the ornamental skills!"
"I said it before, our China has an abundance of talent and is vast and prosperous. How can people from such a small land compare to us?"
The Chinese in the audience erupted into passionate applause, their cheers sounding particularly jarring to the Koreans.
Mu Feng slowly walked towards Han Jun, looking down at him. "Is it time to concede now!"
Han Jun's face was filled with shame, but he was unwilling to surrender so easily.
He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, then yelled, "Kid, I don't know what trickery you've used, but I will absolutely not let you have an easy time now!"
With that, he limped forward, clenched his fist, and slammed it fiercely towards Mu Feng's chest.
The Koreans erupted once more, cheering enthusiastically, though their cheers felt somewhat self-deceptive.
Mu Feng still made no move. Before Han Jun could even touch him, he felt a surge of intense pain throughout his body, and with a thud, he knelt down.
Wails echoed throughout the arena, and no one could accept this reality.
"Why, why is this happening?" Han Jun, with tears in his eyes, was filled with resentment.
How could his proud Taekwondo fail to even break the opponent's defense?
After all, today was being broadcast live, and these media outlets had been hired with significant funds.
The purpose was to promote how formidable the Han family was. Unfortunately, this time, it backfired.
However, to Mu Feng's surprise, the referee did not call a halt. Logically, the match result could already be announced.
A group of Koreans, sensing trouble, hurriedly urged the media to switch off the live broadcast.
Once the broadcast was gone, the referee nonchalantly approached. He clapped his hands and announced, "Alright, time is up. I will now announce the match result!"
With the referee's assistance, Han Jun finally managed to get up from the ground.
"Patriarch Han, are you alright!" the referee asked, not at all hesitant, immediately inquiring about his condition.
Han Jun nodded and said, "He cannot do anything to me. Now, announce the match result. You should know how to declare it!"
With that, he gave the referee a meaningful smile.
This referee was the coach of the Taekwondo gym, and Han Jun was his superior.
He understood that if he made a fair judgment, his salary would be lost.
With this thought, he clapped his hands and declared, "Good, I will now announce. Based on the various situations that occurred in the match, I judge Han Jun to have the upper hand in many aspects. Although there were two falls, Mr. Mu did not even have a chance to make a move. Therefore, the winner of this match is Han Jun!"
Saying this, the referee grabbed Han Jun's hand and raised it high in a triumphant gesture.
"Fair, it's truly fair! I knew this would be the outcome!"
"Patriarch Han is truly deserving of his title, he's incredibly powerful!"