"Yan Sui Liu?"
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao's face immediately darkened.
The last time he was at Du Qin's house, Guan Shanming had intentionally threatened him.
He had even issued a harsh warning when he left.
Song Qiao was naturally not afraid, but he hadn't expected the other party to visit the Tao family's martial arts school!
How could he tolerate this?
"Let's go see!"
Song Qiao pushed open the door and shouted angrily.
"These damned Japanese devils, it seems I must teach them a good lesson!"
Tao Family Martial Arts School.
Although Tao Fan had died some time ago, the school was still running relatively smoothly under Li Chong's management.
Some of the disciples had not scattered like fallen leaves, and the Tao family's martial arts school's reputation had thus been preserved.
However, today, the situation at the Tao family's martial arts school was not optimistic.
Because Li Chong had fallen!
This tall and mighty man was now gritting his teeth, slumped on the ground.
The sweat on his forehead had almost washed his entire face.
Veins bulged on his face intermittently, his pain unbearable.
His chest and abdomen bore contusions of varying degrees, but his right leg was even more severely injured.
It had been forcibly broken from the knee with extremely brutal force.
It appeared he would likely have to rely on a crutch for the rest of his life.
The disciples of the Tao family's martial arts school all stared with hatred at the Japanese man opposite them.
Their eyes seethed with anger, and their fists were clenched so tightly they clicked.
They longed to rush forward and tear him limb from limb.
"Looking at you all, are you still refusing to admit defeat?"
Noticing their gazes, the Japanese man inquired in broken Mandarin.
As he spoke, the man looked down at Li Chong, who was lying on the ground.
He was arrogant and extremely condescending.
Even his tone carried a hint of mockery.
This infuriated Li Chong, who clenched his fists and pounded heavily on the floor beneath him.
With a punch, Li Chong gritted his teeth fiercely and glared at the man, roaring.
"My defeat at your hands today is due to my own lack of skill, Li Chong!"
"I admit my incompetence in failing to grasp the essence of Tao family boxing."
"But this does not mean the Tao family is weak, nor that the boxing techniques left by my master are flawed!"
Li Chong spoke through gritted teeth, which was understandable.
Any man forced to publicly admit his inadequacy would likely wear such an expression.
The other disciples in the martial arts school felt a pang in their hearts upon hearing this.
If even Li Chong, Tao Fan's direct disciple, could not defeat this opponent.
They couldn't imagine who else could save the Tao family's martial arts school.
Could it be that after Tao Fan, the school was truly destined to decline?
Thoughts like these cast a gloom over their faces, their spirits sinking.
And the cause of all this was the hateful Japanese man standing opposite them!
The man was named Yuan Wubin, a renowned genius youth from Japan.
It was said that after Chunshan Long, Guan Shanming had temporarily withdrawn from Yan Sui Liu for a period.
He had handed over all the sect's affairs to Chunshan Long.
The sole purpose was to concentrate on cultivating the martial arts prodigy, Yuan Wubin!
Upon seeing Yuan Wubin for the first time, Guan Shanming was convinced that this young man's future achievements would far surpass his own.
To give him greater room for growth, he dared not address him as his disciple and instead took him on as his junior brother on behalf of his master.
Yuan Wubin did not disappoint Guan Shanming.
At his age of over twenty, he was already on par with Guan Shanming's eldest disciple, Chunshan Long.
According to Guan Shanming's estimation, in another twenty years, he would be invincible in Japan!
Therefore, despite his young age, Yuan Wubin held a terrifyingly high seniority.
Even Chunshan Long had to respectfully address him as Junior Uncle!
Furthermore, it was widely known that this was the future sect leader of Yan Sui Liu, as designated by Guan Shanming!
Chunshan Long was truly convinced of his Junior Uncle's prowess.
He cheered and applauded Yuan Wubin from the side.
"Well fought, Junior Uncle!"
"They have no one left now. Let's shatter the Tao family's plaque in one fell swoop!"
"Who says the Tao family has no one left?"
Just as everyone was looking at each other, unsure of what to do, a loud shout echoed from outside the door.
Everyone turned and saw that it was Tao Jie.
"Young Master, Li Chong is incompetent!"
Although Li Chong was quite familiar with Jiang Rou and Tao Jie, and rarely used the title "Young Master" in normal times, in the current situation at the martial arts school and in front of outsiders, such a form of address was necessary.
Tao Jie nodded at Li Chong first, then arranged for the others.
"Help him to the side to rest. The ambulance will be here soon."
After attending to Li Chong, Tao Jie turned his attention to Yuan Wubin.
Clenching his fists, he sternly questioned, "What is Yan Sui Liu trying to do!"
Yuan Wubin looked at Tao Jie with disdain, deeming him unworthy to speak to him, and remained silent. Instead, Chunshan Long, who had a lower seniority, stepped forward to confront him.
"Tsk, I thought someone important was coming to save the day, but it turns out to be a good-for-nothing!"
Chunshan Long sneered and continued to taunt Tao Jie.
"You claim the Tao family has people, but you're barely even considered one of the Tao family!"
"Don't be a laughingstock, spit!"
*Crack!*
Tao Jie instantly clenched his fists, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh.
He turned to look at Guan Shanming, who was watching with narrowed eyes, and continued to question.
"If the cooperation talks fail, you resort to force. Is this how Yan Sui Liu operates?"
Guan Shanming opened his eyes and replied expressionlessly.
"I have merely brought my junior brother here today for a sparring match. I am unaware of what you mean by those words."
Challenging and sparring were common occurrences between martial arts schools.
As long as the school remained open, the Tao family could only accept, even if the opponent came seeking revenge!
Unless they could defeat them.
But Tao Jie knew his own abilities were inferior to Li Chong's, so how could he possibly fight Yuan Wubin?
Realizing this, he trembled with anger but could not utter a single word.
He could only blame himself for his powerlessness in his heart.
*Tsk, tsk, tsk.*
Looking at Tao Jie's dejected state, Chunshan Long clicked his tongue and mockingly said.
"The Tao family's martial arts school is of such low caliber, you might as well just hand it over to us at Yan Sui Liu."
"Then we will open a school in this arena for the great nation of Japan, and guarantee you all rapid progress!"
"What do you say? Have you heard of Yan Sui Liu?"
After a few words, Chunshan Long began to address the disciples of the Tao family's martial arts school with his sales pitch.
"Did you see what my Junior Uncle just did?"
"Your young man was completely unable to parry!"
"That's not all, wait until my master makes his move, and you'll be wide-eyed!"
Hearing Chunshan Long's persuasive speech, the disciples in the martial arts school did not feel tempted.
Instead, they clenched their fists, their joints cracking incessantly.
They claimed to be here for a sparring match, but it was clearly an act of suppression and retaliation!
Tao Jie was almost driven to explode. His eyes were red, like a berserk beast.
The rage in his chest burned furiously.
But after the flames of anger subsided, he felt a desolate sense of helplessness.
If his father were still alive, when would these Japanese dare to bully the Tao family on their doorstep?
"Impossible!"
Tao Jie closed his eyes slightly, and when he reopened them, a resolute look flashed in his eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he spoke with a firm and unquestionable tone, shouting angrily.
"Even if our martial arts school closes down, we will absolutely not hand it over to you Japanese!"
*Tsk, tsk, tsk.*
Chunshan Long clicked his tongue again, looking at Tao Jie with a half-smile and threatening.
"You Chinese have an old saying: 'A wise man adapts to the times.' "
"I advise you not to seek your own downfall!"
Just as Chunshan Long was feeling extremely triumphant, someone spoke up, seizing the initiative.
"We wouldn't sell a dog to you!"