232: Chapter 230: Denigrating National Arts 232: Chapter 230: Denigrating National Arts “Hmph, Master, you took advantage of the situation to get fresh with me, you’re so bad,” Fang Yishui said, playfully pretending to be angry as she tilted her little nose.
Tangyu indeed felt a bit guilty, after all, he had taken advantage of her.
Clearly, he could tell that this girl had done it on purpose just now.
What on earth are young girls thinking nowadays?
“I didn’t do it on purpose.
You made that weird yelling sound, and I thought you were going to fall,” Tangyu said.
“I was not about to fall, okay?
That wasn’t a weird yell, that was— a valiant cry of vigor; I was training,” Fang Yishui said, not allowing Tangyu to get a word in, and she firmly fixed her hat in place: “Anyway, it’s you who took advantage of me.
Nobody has ever touched me there before, and now you, Master, have taken a big advantage.
If my grandfather finds out, he’ll definitely kill me.
I’m not pure anymore.”
Seeing her exaggerated expression, Tangyu was speechless.
It was just a touch; was there really a need to overreact?
“Hmph, Master, you have to teach me properly from now on, and you’re not allowed to bully me again.
Otherwise, I’ll tell my grandfather, and he’s really formidable,” Fang Yishui finally stated her demands.
Tangyu found it both funny and annoying.
Little girls were still playing such tricks, but it was admittedly quite adorable.
As a result, under Fang Yishui’s mixed tactics of coercion and persuasion, Tangyu had no choice but to start teaching her.
But the pleasant moment was short-lived; a somewhat grating voice interrupted the two: “Yo, isn’t this Miss Fang from the Fang family?” The newcomer was a male student in his early twenties, apparently still in school.
He was tall and well built, wearing a sports outfit that highlighted his muscles, very stylish.
Just judging by his physique, he definitely qualified as a handsome guy.
And well, he did look rather handsome, with an air that suggested he comes from a family of some means.
The man walked straight over, his eyes landing on Tangyu, betraying a flash of hostility.
Fang Yishui seemed a bit intimidated by him and said after giving him a couple of looks, “Do I know you that well?
Why are you so eager to say hello?
I’m still training martial arts with my master.
If there’s nothing important, please leave quickly.”
“Your master?” The young man furrowed his brows, sizing up Tangyu again, then burst into laughter: “Miss Fang, you’re certainly not wrong about him being your master and teaching you martial arts?
These days, jokes are always so funny.”
“Hmph, Ye Dayong, you’re the funny one.
He is my master, what about it?” Fang Yishui replied with a cold hum from her little nose.
Ye Dayong curled his lip, a hint of sarcasm in his grin, looking at Tangyu with eyes filled with provocation, “You don’t look like you have any inner strength, and with that delicate figure, you know martial arts?
What kind, acting demure?
Haha—”
Tangyu just curled his lip, not bothering with such a guy.
“How can you talk like that?
You’re going too far.
Ye Dayong, if you keep being disrespectful to my master like this, I’ll—I’ll not be polite to you, hmph,” Fang Yishui said, truly angered.
Ye Dayong looked annoyed as he retorted, “Fine, I’m tired of talking too.
Miss Fang, if you were looking for a master, you should’ve come to me.
Didn’t I tell you before?
You should learn Sanda Taekwondo with me.
Everything else is just for show, nothing but choreography.
Right now, Sanda and Taekwondo are what’s in.
You need to keep up with the times.
What’s the use of training Tai Chi every day?
It’s just for old people to use for fitness.
And as for Wing Chun, do you really think it’s so magical?
It’s just a soft exercise for the ladies.
To learn real combat skills, you must practice Sanda Taekwondo.”
Tangyu frowned, turning his gaze to Ye Dayong—he dared to belittle the martial arts of Hua Country?
Fang Yishui was also exceedingly angry when she heard this: “I hate people like you the most, who aren’t pure worshippers of foreign things.
The martial arts of our Huaxia are profound and have a five-thousand-year legacy, the most profound martial arts in the world.
The profound meaning of Tai Chi, you don’t understand at all.
The essence of Wing Chun, you understand even less, so what gives you the right to talk like this?
I don’t want to talk to you anymore, please go away.”
“Hmph, if you’re going to label me like that, I have nothing to say.
What profound legacy, it’s all just trumped-up nonsense that only you deeply believe in.
Actual combat is the king.
Miss Fang, if you’re unconvinced, you can spar with me, and we’ll see whether your National Arts are powerful or my Sanda is.
Otherwise, let your master have a spar with me,” Ye Dayong said.
Tangyu curled his lip, casting a dismissive glance at Ye Dayong, “You’re not even worthy to spar with me.
You lack the right to disparage our National Arts.”
“Pfft, just pretentious.
If you’ve got the guts, let’s see the truth in a real fight,” Ye Dayong said with disdain.
Tangyu patted Fang Yishui on the shoulder, “Since he’s so eager to experience the power of our National Arts, why don’t you spar with him and indulge him?”
Fang Yishui blinked in surprise and then blinked at Tangyu, “Master, I can’t do it.
That guy is the vice president of the Sanda Taekwondo Association at Donglin University, he’s really strong and has some reputation at Donglin University.
I’m definitely no match for him.”
“What a martial artist must never lack is self-confidence.
Even when faced with a stronger opponent, one must not lose confidence.
That’s the soul of the Martial Path.
If you don’t possess a strong Martial Spirit, your achievements in martial arts will certainly be limited.
You haven’t even sparred with him, so how can you be so sure you’re no match?
It’s your own fear and retreat that cause such thoughts.
Believe in yourself, believe in me, and most importantly believe in the National Arts of our Huaxia that have been passed down for five thousand years,” Tangyu said.
Fang Yishui felt a jolt, staring at Tangyu with wide eyes.
From his words and his gaze, she could feel a powerful energy filling her body, involuntarily filling her with self-confidence as if she had grasped some mysterious force.
Fang Yiye nodded firmly, “Okay, Master, I’ll listen to you.
I want to prove to him that our Huaxia’s National Arts are the most profound martial arts in the world.
Sanda Taekwondo is derived from our Huaxia’s National Arts, after all.”
“Good, listen for my signal later.
When the time comes, use those three moves I taught you,” Tangyu instructed.
“But—I haven’t even learned that,” Fang Yishui said, puzzled.
“Just listen to me, you only need to display what you’ve learned and that will be enough,” Tangyu said.
Fang Yishui looked at Tangyu, then nodded.
Ye Dayong had already raised the corners of his mouth, smiling eerily, “Miss Fang, do you really want to spar with me?”
Fang Yishui said, “Of course, isn’t that what you want to do with me?
Then let me see just how formidable your Taekwondo is.
Since you dare to look down on National Arts, I’ll make you understand.”
“Oh, is that so?
I’m quite looking forward to it.
But it’s not that I look down on National Arts; it’s just the truth, I merely respect the facts,” Ye Dayong said with a smile, seeming somewhat excited.
Sparring with a beauty is definitely a pie in the sky for a guy.
A spar is a spar, and if his hands and feet wander where they shouldn’t, well, he can’t be blamed for that.
Fang Yishui was so angry that she was gnashing her teeth in fury.
Tangyu naturally saw through Ye Dayong’s intentions, thinking of taking advantage of the chance, huh!
“Please, Miss Fang,” Ye Dayong gestured invitingly, his mouth curving into a disdainful smirk.
Fang Yishui already didn’t think much of Ye Dayong, and having been scorned and belittled by him regarding National Arts, she was even more annoyed and wanted to teach Ye Dayong a lesson.
She wanted to see if he would dare to flaunt his Taekwondo as superior in front of her again.
“Whoo—” Fang Yishui did not hold back; she had trained in both Tai Chi Wing Chun and Military Fist.
At this moment, what she displayed was Military Fist, the fist technique she was most proficient in.
Given Ye Dayong’s strength, Fang Yishui couldn’t afford to be the slightest bit careless.
“Yo, Military Fist, huh?
I thought Miss Fang, you would use Wing Chun,” Ye Dayong taunted with a strange laugh, stepping forward calmly as if he had everything under control.
He did not seem to take Fang Yishui very seriously at all.
This was confidence, or one could say, arrogance.
If he weren’t so sure of himself, he wouldn’t have spoken those words that demeaned National Arts.
“Hmph.” Fang Yishui ignored Ye Dayong and in an instant was in front of him.
A Straight Jab Punch, like a bayonet, lunged at Ye Dayong’s chest.
Ye Dayong’s mouth curled up, showing a cunning smile.
He thrust his chest forward aggressively, unexpectedly using it to meet Fang Yishui’s punch head-on.
“Bang!” Ye Dayong actually took Fang Yishui’s punch directly.
Her punch was indeed powerful; after all, she has been practicing martial arts since she was young and had a solid foundation.
However, such force was not too harmful to Ye Dayong.
Ye Dayong patted his chest and only took a single step back, not showing a hint of pain on his face.
Instead, he chuckled, “Miss Fang, don’t be too gentle now.
That kind of force, it’s just right for a massage, haha.”
Fang Yishui, infuriated, gritted her teeth, throwing feigned punches at Ye Dayong.
Women are naturally at a disadvantage in terms of strength compared to men, and the huge difference in their weights only made this disparity more pronounced.
If it came to a contest of strength, there’s no doubt Fang Yishui would unquestionably lose.
The essence of Huaxia Country’s National Arts lies in the moves, in the profound meaning, in ‘using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds,’ in overcoming the hard with the soft.
It’s not about brute force; the weak can overcome the strong, just as water can wear through stone.
“Hmph, don’t get too cocky just yet,” Fang Yishui said uncomfortably.
Tangyu, who watched the battle from the side, appeared completely calm, not the least bit worried.
He seemed to know Fang Yishui’s situation well, as if he had seen this scenario coming already.
“Come on, Miss Fang, keep massaging me,” Ye Dayong said.
Fang Yishui launched another attack, this time she unleashed Combination Punches from Military Fist, looking for an opportunity to use the Capturing Technique from Combat Technique.
However, Ye Dayong easily deflected all of Fang Yishui’s attacks.
Ye Dayong’s skill was indeed not bad; at the very least, it was comparable to Lin Haotian.
He had a solid foundation, agile movements, and a quick reaction speed.
The force and velocity of his movements were very mature.
For Fang Yishui to gain the upper hand over him was genuinely difficult.
Although she fought hard and kept on the offensive, the actual benefits she gained were minimal.