Qin Tian was not exactly a radical, but he was undoubtedly proud to be born in this great nation with a history of five thousand years.
You could like some foreign things, but as a person, you must not forget your roots.
Therefore, he was also disgusted from the bottom of his heart with the few boys fawning over the exchange student at this moment.
Facts proved that the educational philosophy that Li Yanwang had always insisted on—learning to be a person before doing things—was very correct.
One could be good at academics but not necessarily good at being a person.
Among the tens of thousands of students at Jiangda University, there were bound to be some eccentrics.
"What crap Taekwondo, are we afraid of you? If you want to fight, fight. I'll spar with you."
A boy from the Martial Arts Club, unable to bear the opponent's provocation and taunting, took two steps forward angrily.
"Senior, don't fall for it. I've already messaged the president, and he's on his way."
Someone behind him anxiously advised.
The boy did not look back and said in a deep voice, "I can't wait any longer. They are clearly here to cause trouble. With so many new students here, we must show the spirit of our Martial Arts Club. If I lose, I'll get revenge when the president arrives."
The few members of the Martial Arts Club looked serious upon hearing this and said no more.
What their senior said was right. The opponent chose this time to openly provoke them precisely to humiliate them in front of these new students.
They could feel the atmosphere around them. If no one stood up at this moment, the Martial Arts Club would lose all face.
"Come on, didn't you want to spar?"
The boy glared at the Taekwondo practitioners and questioned loudly.
"Move aside!"
The exchange student from the kimchi country, wearing a black belt, spoke.
The few Taekwondo club members in front immediately parted to the sides, standing face to face in a basic Taekwondo stance, giving their president plenty of presence.
Seeing this, a wave of disdainful boos erupted from the surroundings.
"Martial Arts Club, I support you! Take him down!"
"Senior, well done! Let him see our country's martial arts."
"Our country has so many martial arts, why learn that damn Taekwondo? Senior, show these idiots what martial arts are."
"Senior, don't be a coward!"
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One cheer and shout after another sounded, encouraging the senior who had stepped forward.
However, quite a few new students were quite worried.
The opponent was clearly well-prepared and likely very confident.
Moreover, from what the Martial Arts Club members had said earlier, their president did not seem to be present.
The exchange student, Kim Jun-su, walked step by step to stand in front of the boy and said in broken Chinese, "Sun Chao, you are no match for me. You should let your president come. I can wait here."
"Heh, Kim Jun-su, what are you pretending for? Didn't you lose to our president as soon as you came to our school? Aren't you deliberately choosing a time when our president isn't here to come over now?"
Sun Chao sneered sarcastically.
When the surrounding new students heard this, they immediately joined in the boos and cheers with excitement.
So, this guy was already a defeated opponent!
"That's right, I lost last year."
Kim Jun-su said calmly, "As your language says, there's no ranking for martial arts, unlike academics. I was overconfident last year, so I trained hard this year, just to get revenge today."
"Hahaha… You say nice things, but your actions are different. This is very kimchi country!"
Sun Chao chuckled disdainfully and added, "Oh, and your Chinese is too poor. You need to study more. I could barely understand you. Of course, your language can't compare to our profound Chinese. What is all this 'seumida', 'ssibhal'—I know them all."
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha..."
Laughter erupted from the crowd, and the new students felt a great sense of satisfaction.
Kim Jun-su's expression darkened. He said nothing, merely took half a step forward, lowered his center of gravity, assumed a boxing stance, and beckoned.
Sun Chao also stopped smiling and began to build up his fighting spirit.
It was one thing to mock with words, but he dared not be careless in his heart.
Kim Jun-su indeed had strength. The president's victory over him last year was only by a narrow margin.
"Brother, can senior win?"
Xia Nuannuan looked at Qin Tian with a worried gaze and asked.
"It's hard to say."
Qin Tian replied with a serious expression.
"Don't worry, senior will definitely win."
"That's right. Didn't senior say that that Korean lost to their president last year?"
The two boys in front turned their heads and spoke.
Xia Nuannuan smiled and nodded, agreeing, "I believe senior can win too."
Just as she finished speaking, a powerful shout came from inside, and the senior rushed directly towards Kim Jun-su.
Kim Jun-su met force with calmness. When Sun Chao rushed in front of him, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He lifted his leg and delivered a side kick.
This kick was powerful and extremely fast.
Sun Chao's expression changed slightly. He quickly raised his right arm and narrowly blocked the side kick.
Although he blocked it, the impact almost made Sun Chao lose his footing.
"Hoo!!"
Kim Jun-su shouted and abruptly retracted his leg, delivering another roundhouse kick.
Sun Chao blocked with both arms again. This time, he could barely withstand the force and stumbled, causing worried gasps from the surroundings.
Fortunately, Sun Chao, as the second-in-command of the Martial Arts Club, had some skill.
After stabilizing himself, Sun Chao decisively switched from defense to offense, not using the Five Step Fist he had performed earlier, but rather the moves of Bajiquan, a traditional Chinese boxing style with strong practical combat ability.
The two fought back and forth, and the sounds of their fists and kicks colliding made the surrounding new students' hearts pound.
Sun Chao's strength was still a little lacking, and he soon fell into a disadvantage. Under Kim Jun-su's relentless barrage of punches and kicks, he could only defend himself, staggering backward.
Finally, Kim Jun-su found an opening. With a shout, he delivered a spinning back kick, sending Sun Chao to the ground.
"Senior!!"
The members of the Martial Arts Club cried out in shock and rushed forward.
Kim Jun-su retracted his fist and stood, looking down at the fallen Sun Chao with a slightly contemptuous smile.
"I told you, you're not qualified to fight me!"
"President is awesome!"
"Brother Kim, so cool!"
The few members of the Taekwondo club cheered excitedly and fawned over him.
The new students around them fell silent, their faces looking rather grim.
Sun Chao, supported by a boy from the Martial Arts Club, got to his feet, clutching his chest, which was still a little out of breath from the kick, and coughed continuously.
"You lost, can you give us the practice space now? Don't worry, I'll wait here for your president to arrive. He will surely be my defeated opponent today."
Kim Jun-su's eyes were sharp, and his body was filled with fighting spirit.
Seeing this, Sun Chao immediately realized he was being used by the opponent as a tool to hone his fighting spirit and regain confidence. It was as if fire burned in his eyes.
"I lost, but it only means my skills were inferior, not that others will be. The president will still defeat you."
"It's not up to you to decide. Taekwondo is stronger than your martial arts. Today, I will win, and no one can stop me!"
Kim Jun-su's eyes were firm, and his tone was full of confidence.
Behind him, several Taekwondo club members cheered and shouted again, urging the Martial Arts Club members to leave quickly and give the performance space to them.