Returning from cultivating immortality, the top scorer in the college entrance examination goes bers

The next day at noon, the playground of Jiangzhou University was more bustling than a market.

The school was packed with students, so much so that even the fences of the playground were covered with people.

Everyone was talking and craning their necks to look in the direction of the school gate.

"Have you heard? Zhang Hao brought his brother here! It's Zhang Feng, the provincial Sanda runner-up!"

"My God! Zhang Feng is a real ruthless guy! He won a silver medal in the national competition!"

"Lu Jingchen is in danger now! The experts in the provincial team are completely different from those in the school!"

"I think it's unlikely. No matter how skilled Lu Jingchen is, can he beat a professional player?"

Ma Xiaodong was squeezed at the front of the crowd, anxiously pacing around.

He kept taking out his phone to check the time, muttering to himself:

"Why isn't our older brother here yet? Zhang Feng and the others have been here for ages!"

"If they don't come soon, they'll start taking advantage of us!"

Shi Lei also looked anxious, clenching his fists as he said:

"Yeah! Those people were so arrogant! They were just saying that traditional martial arts are all just for show!"

"They say the older brother is a liar, only good at scamming young girls!"

Just then, a sudden commotion broke out in the crowd.

All eyes turned towards the entrance to the playground.

Lu Jingchen, holding Su Muyue's hand, slowly walked over.

The two chatted as they walked, with faint smiles on their faces, as if they were taking a stroll.

They showed no sign of tension whatsoever, as if they weren't there to fight, but rather to stroll around the playground.

Upon seeing Lu Jingchen, Ma Xiaodong immediately waved excitedly and shouted:

"Big brother! Here! We're here!"

Lu Jingchen nodded to them, took Su Muyue's hand, and slowly squeezed through the crowd.

When I got to the center of the playground, I saw Zhang Hao standing there, surrounded by several tall men.

The leader was dressed in a black tracksuit, muscular, and had a fierce look in his eyes.

It was Zhang Hao's older brother, Zhang Feng, a director of the Provincial Wushu Association.

Zhang Feng looked Lu Jingchen up and down.

Seeing his young age and refined appearance, a disdainful smile instantly appeared on his face.

He crossed his arms, his tone full of sarcasm.

Zhang Feng said:

"You're Lu Jingchen?"

"So you're the one who hit my brother and then said our provincial martial arts association is full of useless trash?"

Lu Jingchen smiled faintly and said:

"I am Lu Jingchen."

"I hit your brother, but I never said the provincial martial arts association is full of useless people."

"I'm just saying, useless people are trash no matter where they are."

Zhang Feng's face instantly darkened, and his eyes turned fierce.

He snorted coldly and said:

"Kid, you're pretty stubborn."

"I heard you're good at fighting, what traditional martial arts do you know?"

"Let me tell you, those are all just for show, all looks and no substance."

"If it really comes down to a fight, we'll have to rely on Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)."

The people from the provincial martial arts associations nearby also joined in the laughter.

"Exactly! Isn't traditional martial arts just like calisthenics? What practical combat ability does it have?"

"People still practice traditional martial arts? That's laughable!"

"I think this kid is a fraud, just trying to scam students who don't know anything about this!"

Su Muyue's face turned red with anger, and she couldn't help but speak:

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Lu Jingchen defeated Park Jung-woong, a Golden Core stage cultivator, at the Red Sun Dojo just yesterday!"

Traditional martial arts are not just for show!

Zhang Feng glanced at Su Muyue, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

Zhang Feng said:

"Wow, the little girl is quite pretty."

"How could I have been fooled by this kid? What future can I possibly have following him?"

"Why don't you join me? I'll teach you Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and I guarantee it'll be much better than his lousy traditional martial arts."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jingchen's eyes instantly turned cold.

He shielded Su Muyue behind him and looked coldly at Zhang Feng.

His tone was devoid of any warmth:

"What did you just say?"

Seeing that Lu Jingchen was angry, Zhang Feng laughed even more smugly.

Zhang Feng said:

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Traditional martial arts are all show and no substance, no different from gymnastics."

"You can only fool naive students like you."

Lu Jingchen nodded and said:

"Alright, since you put it that way."

"Then let's have a fight."

"If you win, I will immediately disband the martial arts association, issue a public apology, and say that traditional martial arts are inferior to Sanda."

"If I win, you will publicly apologize and admit that traditional martial arts are better than Sanda."

"We also need to expel all those people in the provincial martial arts association who look down on traditional martial arts."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

It was as if I had heard some incredibly funny joke.

Zhang Feng said:

"Kid, you really dare to say that?"

"Fight me? Do you know who I am?"

"I'm the runner-up in the national Sanda competition! What do you have to offer me?"

Lu Jingchen said calmly:

I don't care if you're the runner-up or the champion.

"Dare to fight? Give me a straight answer."

"If you don't dare, then take your men and get out of here. Don't embarrass yourself."

Zhang Feng's smile vanished instantly, and his eyes turned sinister.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay! I'll fight you!"

"I'd like to see what your so-called traditional martial arts are all about!"

"But let me warn you beforehand, if I hurt you later, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The surrounding students instantly erupted in excitement, each one bursting with enthusiasm.

"They're fighting! They're finally going to fight!"

"Go, Lu Jingchen! Beat him! Let him know the power of traditional martial arts!"

"Zhang Feng is a professional player! Can Lu Jingchen win?"

In an instant, a large area of ​​the playground was cleared up.

Lu Jingchen and Zhang Feng stood face to face, the atmosphere tense and ready to clash.

Zhang Feng flexed his wrists, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.

He stared fiercely at Lu Jingchen, like a wild beast ready to pounce.

Zhang Feng said:

"Ready? I'm about to get started!"

"Don't say I'm bullying you, I'll let you make the first move."

Lu Jingchen put his hands in his pockets and said calmly:

"No need, you go first."

"Otherwise, once I make my move, you won't have a chance."

Zhang Feng was so angry his nose almost twisted, and he roared:

"Arrogant! You're asking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Feng suddenly exerted force with his feet.

He charged out like a cheetah in an instant.

It moved at an astonishing speed, creating a gust of wind.

He delivered a powerful right straight punch, slamming it hard into Lu Jingchen's chest.

This punch brought together all his strength; it was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

He could shatter even a wooden plank with a single punch.

People around gasped and covered their eyes.

They thought Lu Jingchen was definitely going to get hit this time.

Su Muyue clenched her fists nervously, her heart pounding in her throat.

As a result, Lu Jingchen stood still, completely motionless.

Just as Zhang Feng's fist was about to smash into his chest.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, so fast that only a blur remained.

He accurately caught Zhang Feng's fist.

Zhang Feng felt as if his fist had hit a steel plate.

He winced in pain, his face instantly turning pale.

He tried to pull his fist back, but found that Lu Jingchen's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding his fist.

No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.

Zhang Feng stared at Lu Jingchen in shock, saying in disbelief:

"How is that possible?!"

"How could you possibly have such strength?!"

Lu Jingchen's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he tightened his grip slightly.

With a crisp "crack," Zhang Feng's finger bones were crushed.

"ah--!"

Zhang Feng let out a piercing scream, his face turning pale with pain.

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and my whole body was trembling.

With a casual push, Lu Jingchen sent Zhang Feng flying like a kite with its string cut.

He flew several meters away and crashed heavily to the ground.

Clutching his crushed hand, he rolled on the ground in agony, screaming incessantly.

The entire playground fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone froze on the spot, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

No one expected that Zhang Feng, the national runner-up in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), couldn't even withstand a single move from Lu Jingchen.

His bones were crushed with a single hand, and he was easily pushed away.

Zhang Hao was stunned. He stood there, his smugness vanishing instantly.

Instead, his face was filled with terror and blankness, and his legs were trembling.

He couldn't believe that his proud brother was so easily defeated.

The provincial martial arts association members who came with Zhang Feng were also terrified.

They looked at each other, not daring to step forward, fearing that Lu Jingchen would deal with them all as well.

Lu Jingchen patted the dust off his hands and looked at Zhang Feng, who was rolling on the ground.

He said in a detached tone:

"Do you still think traditional martial arts are just for show?"

Zhang Feng was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only lie on the ground, glaring fiercely at Lu Jingchen.

His eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Lu Jingchen chuckled and said:

"What? You're not convinced?"

"It's okay, I'll give you a chance."

"The National Wushu Competition will begin in three months."

"If you're not satisfied, you can come find me on the field."

"I'm ready to fight anytime, and I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly."

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and forced out a few words:

"Fine! You wait!"

"I'll make you pay for this at the national tournament in three months!"

"I'll show you that Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) will always be superior to traditional martial arts!"

Lu Jingchen said calmly:

"Okay, I'll wait."

"But I advise you to bring a few more people with you."

"Otherwise, we'll still only be able to take a beating."

After saying that, Lu Jingchen didn't look at him again.

He turned around, walked to Su Muyue's side, and took her hand.

He said in a gentle tone:

"Let's go, there's nothing else to see."

"Let's go eat, I'm starving."

Su Muyue looked at him, her eyes filled with admiration and love.

He nodded vigorously and said with a smile:

"Okay, sure."

The two walked side by side toward the edge of the playground, leaving behind a deathly silence.

The surrounding students were stunned for a moment.

A deafening cheer erupted instantly, nearly lifting the roof off the playground.

"Lu Jingchen is awesome! Lu Jingchen is awesome!"

"Traditional martial arts are awesome! Who says traditional martial arts are just for show? Step forward!"

"That was awesome! He took down the national runner-up in one move! That's a true master!"

Cheers rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire campus.

Everyone stared at Lu Jingchen's retreating figure, their eyes filled with fervent adoration.

From this day forward, no one will dare to say that traditional martial arts are just for show.

No one dared to underestimate this nineteen-year-old boy anymore.

Lu Jingchen held Su Muyue's hand and walked slowly along the campus path.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, bathing the two of them in warmth and comfort.

Su Muyue looked up at Lu Jingchen and said with a smile:

"You were so cool just now!"

"He knocked Zhang Feng down in one move! I was so excited watching that!"

Lu Jingchen smiled and ruffled her hair, saying:

"It's nothing, what's there to get excited about?"

"However, the national tournament three months from now is going to be quite interesting."

"This is a good opportunity to go and see just how many experts there are outside."

Su Muyue nodded and said:

"Yes, I believe you can definitely win the championship!"

"No matter where you go, I'll be with you."

Looking at her gentle smile, Lu Jingchen felt a warmth in his heart.

He looked up into the distance, his gaze hardening.

He knew that the national competition was just a new beginning.

There, he will encounter more experts and face more challenges.

But he wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, he was full of anticipation.

He wants the whole country to know that traditional martial arts have never declined.

As long as he is there, traditional martial arts will surely be revived and flourish again, standing at the top of the world.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng was carried away from Jiangzhou University in a dejected manner.

Sitting in the car, he looked at his bandaged hand, his eyes filled with resentment.

He took out his phone and made a call.

As soon as the call connected, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Master, I've been beaten up."

"The other person is a young man who practices traditional martial arts. He will be participating in the national competition in three months."

"You must help me get revenge!"

An old and somber voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Don't worry, I'll personally meet him at the national competition."

"I'd like to see who has the audacity to touch my disciple."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng revealed a sinister smile.

He looked out the window and said through gritted teeth:

"Lu Jingchen, you just wait."

"At the national tournament, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"