"Normal."
Wan Yunting wiped his hands with a cloth and smiled, "You've only been practicing for a week, and it's great that you can already feel a noticeable improvement."
"But it's still not what I expected!" Kang Nuolan raised an eyebrow.
After all, in five days, she would represent the Hua Du University Taekwondo Club in a taekwondo exchange competition at Seoul University in country H!
"Don't worry, as soon as I unblock your meridians, your strength and speed will increase significantly."
Wan Yunting wiped his hands and, taking out a set of silver needles from a drawer, smiled at Kang Nuolan, "Let's go, to your house now."
"Okay."
Kang Nuolan stood up and went out with him.
"By the way!"
Wan Yunting suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is your father home?"
Kang Nuolan shook her head, "He and my mother went on a business trip to Shenzhen yesterday."
"That's good, let's go."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile and left the Traditional Chinese Medicine department with Kang Nuolan, driving off separately.
However, just as they left, a man in his forties entered the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. Sister Yan, the nurse at the front desk, was cracking melon seeds and asked, "Are you here to see Doctor Wan?"
"That's great, Master really works here..."
Zhu Xiangwen was full of excitement. But Sister Yan said, "Unfortunately, Doctor Wan just went out..."
"Where did he go?"
Zhu Xiangwen asked hurriedly.
Sister Yan spat out a melon seed shell and said, "He went out with Miss Kang. He's probably going to the home of the richest man, Mr. Kang."
"The richest man, Kang Hongwen!"
Zhu Xiangwen muttered, then immediately turned and ran out.
Sister Yan was stunned, then scoffed and continued to crack her melon seeds...
Hongcheng Garden, at the entrance of the villa garden of the richest man, Kang Hongwen.
A silver sedan and a red Ferrari slowly drove into the courtyard gate.
"Doctor Wan, you're here." Steward Hou immediately went to greet them.
"Hello, Uncle Hou."
Wan Yunting, who had just gotten out of the car, smiled and nodded at Steward Hou.
Steward Hou smiled politely and then said to Kang Nuolan, "Miss, Young Master Ye and the others are here. They are in the gym."
Upon hearing that Ye Zhengyang and the others had arrived, Kang Nuolan knitted her brows. Wan Yunting smiled, "Perfect, I wanted to see how much your speed and strength have improved."
Kang Nuolan nodded without saying anything and led Wan Yunting towards the gym in the back.
"Ha!"
*Smash!*
In the spacious gym, Ye Zhengyang, wearing a taekwondo uniform, was practicing. Another young man held two five-centimeter-thick wooden boards, which Ye Zhengyang kicked in half with a spinning kick.
"Good."
A man in his thirties, also wearing a training uniform, was Ye Zhengyang's taekwondo coach, Zhou Maoxue. He smiled, "Zhengyang, your strength has improved quite a bit. It seems you've sweated a lot these past few days."
Ye Zhengyang smiled, "It's all thanks to Teacher Zhou's excellent coaching..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kang Nuolan walked in with Wan Yunting. Seeing Zhou Maoxue, she frowned and asked, "Teacher Zhou, why are you here?"
Ye Zhengyang and Zhou Maoxue turned around and smiled at Kang Nuolan, "Zhengyang invited me here to give you a few days of intensive training."
"Yes, Nuolan."
Ye Zhengyang walked up to her, deliberately ignoring Wan Yunting beside Kang Nuolan, and smiled, "We're heading to Country H for a competition in a few days, so I invited Teacher Zhou. I hope you don't mind?"
Kang Nuolan shook her head slightly, as Zhou Maoxue was also her taekwondo coach.
"Nuolan, I heard you recently took on a teacher. Is it him?" Zhou Maoxue sized up Wan Yunting, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Yes."
Kang Nuolan nodded. Wan Yunting beside her smiled and said nothing.
"May I ask, my friend, what dan level are you in taekwondo?" Zhou Maoxue asked directly, without beating around the bush.
Seeing his arrogant expression, Wan Yunting shook his head and chuckled, "I'm sorry, I don't practice taekwondo."
"You don't!"
Zhou Maoxue snorted and turned to Kang Nuolan, chiding her, "Nuolan, you're going to compete with Seoul University in Country H in a few days. You're fooling around with someone who doesn't practice taekwondo at this critical time. Isn't this just reckless?"
"Exactly, Nuolan."
Ye Zhengyang also advised her kindly, "What's most important for you now is to train with us and Teacher Zhou, to strive to win the competition for our taekwondo club, not to learn some traditional martial arts from him and waste these few days!"
These words made Kang Nuolan raise an eyebrow. Wan Yunting beside her smiled, clearly understanding that this man had been invited by Ye Zhengyang and the others to seek revenge for the previous incident!
As expected, Zhou Maoxue looked at Wan Yunting arrogantly and said, "My friend, I heard from Zhengyang and the others that you study traditional martial arts. I, Zhou, have never had the chance to experience traditional martial arts. How about we spar now, what do you say?"
"Sure."
Wan Yunting readily agreed, which made Kang Nuolan beside him frown. She wanted to say something, but Ye Zhengyang stopped her and smiled, "Nuolan, Teacher Zhou is interested in traditional martial arts, so let them have some fun."
Kang Nuolan shot him a cold glance. How could she not understand Ye Zhengyang's intentions!
Everyone stepped back, making space for Wan Yunting and Zhou Maoxue. Ye Zhengyang and the other boys were excited because Zhou Maoxue was a fourth-dan black belt master in taekwondo, and he was also a provincial team taekwondo athlete. His best achievement was representing the provincial team in a competition and winning a silver medal.
After retiring, Zhou Maoxue became the coach of the Hua Du University Taekwondo Club, with numerous glories to his name, which he was proud of.
Facing Zhou Maoxue, who was warming up with kicks, Wan Yunting appeared calm and composed, even a little arrogant. This infuriated Zhou Maoxue, as he had always looked down on those who practiced traditional martial arts, believing they only knew flashy moves and were as useless as the old men practicing Tai Chi in the park.
"My friend, I'm starting!"
After warming up, Zhou Maoxue glared at Wan Yunting. Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, beckoning him with a finger, "Teacher Zhou, is it? Feel free to come at me."
Seeing his arrogant posture, Zhou Maoxue's expression darkened, and he snorted, "Then I won't be polite."
"Come on."
Wan Yunting smiled lightly, completely unconcerned.
"You're seeking death!"
Zhou Maoxue's eyes sharpened, and he snorted inwardly, no longer speaking. He charged forward and directly unleashed a spinning sweep kick towards Wan Yunting...
*Smack!*
Wan Yunting raised his hand to shield his left cheek, blocking Zhou Maoxue's sweeping foot. Except for the wind of the kick slightly ruffling his short hair, his entire body stood firm like a pine tree, unmoving, with a light smile on his lips, "Teacher Zhou, haven't you eaten lunch yet? Why is your strength so weak?"
These words instantly enraged Zhou Maoxue. He glared, and before his left foot even touched the ground, his right foot had already lifted, aiming for Wan Yunting's head again with even greater force and speed than before!
However, Wan Yunting leaned back in a graceful backward movement. Zhou Maoxue's kick swept past him. Wan Yunting then pretended to fan his nose with his hand, mockingly saying with a smile, "Teacher Zhou, do you have athlete's foot? Since I'm a doctor, would you like me to prescribe something for it?"
"You're seeking death!"
Zhou Maoxue was completely enraged. His legs moved like a machine gun, launching a series of consecutive attacks at Wan Yunting...
*Thwack, thwack, thwack...*
The sounds of feet and palms hitting each other echoed throughout the gym. The onlookers, Kang Nuolan and Ye Zhengyang, widened their eyes. Wan Yunting's body swayed unpredictably, his hands moving like afterimages, constantly blocking Zhou Maoxue's fierce attacks.
But Wan Yunting's feet remained firmly planted, as if rooted to the ground. No matter how fierce Zhou Maoxue's attacks were, they couldn't make him take half a step back. Furthermore, Wan Yunting continued to be a bothersome chatterbox, saying, "Teacher Zhou, although your speed is fast, your strength is quite weak.
If you lack strength because you didn't have lunch, why don't you let Nuolan ask the housekeeper to get you some lunch before you fight me again, so you don't cry foul if you lose later..."
"Ah, shut up..."
Unable to bear his incessant nagging, Zhou Maoxue roared. He gathered all his strength and delivered a powerful kick at Wan Yunting. However, Wan Yunting used his left hand to deflect all the force with a move of "four ounces diverting a thousand pounds," sending Zhou Maoxue staggering back seven or eight steps on the soft mat...
Fortunately, his stance was unstable, and he ended up sitting down on the mat. He was so enraged that his face contorted. He quickly got up, his eyes glaring furiously at Wan Yunting, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
However, Zhou Maoxue was inwardly shocked. Facing his consecutive attacks, this person before him couldn't even make his feet budge from their position.
"This..."
This also made Ye Zhengyang and the others watching exchange glances, their faces filled with astonishment. Only Kang Nuolan's pretty face remained calm, as she had witnessed Wan Yunting's true strength before!