Reborn as the Strongest Immortal Cultivator in Modern Times

They exchanged greetings and immediately began to fight.

Ye Yu watched as the two fought back and forth, using every means at their disposal except for weapons, but she still shook her head.

The crowd watching inside the arena were all cheering loudly for Luo Jun.

Although the battle was fierce, as time went by, everyone knew that victory or defeat would be decided at this moment.

Twenty minutes had passed, yet Li Zexiong's attacks were becoming increasingly faster. Conversely, Luo Jun was showing signs of fatigue.

Luo Jun on the ring became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Although he had heard that this dojo was very powerful, those who challenged it were all hot-blooded young students, so he didn't take it seriously.

However, after fighting Li Zexiong, his opponent's attacks became faster and faster, and he gradually found himself unable to defend himself.

Especially the punches Li Zexiong threw just now, which were a bit too much for me to handle.

Although he also managed to kick him, Li Zexiong neutralized most of the force, so it didn't cause him much real harm.

Seeing Luo Jun's struggle, Li Zexiong delivered a tricky kick, striking him in the ribs.

Luo Jun staggered back several steps and fell off the stage.

Li Zexiong dusted himself off and laughed arrogantly, "You flatter me, Professor Luo."

The students watching from inside the arena wailed in despair upon witnessing Professor Luo's crushing defeat.

Li Zexiong, holding the microphone, looked at the students in the arena: "Dear students from Peking University, you have all witnessed the power of Taekwondo. We hope that you will all come to our dojo and sign up enthusiastically. We will definitely train you carefully."

Hearing his arrogant words, everyone glared at him angrily. One of the male students shouted, "We also have Professor Nie!"

"Oh? Did Professor Nie come today? Perhaps we could have another discussion?"

Professor Nie walked to the front of the stage with a somber expression.

They were furious with Li Zexiong for his arrogant words.

He said, "Since your esteemed institution wishes to exchange ideas, we will certainly oblige. Please."

Li Zexiong put down the microphone and was about to make a move when a man behind him called out, "Zexiong, let me spar with Professor Nie. You can rest for a while."

Li Zexiong turned to look at the man and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll give you this opportunity."

A man with a sixth-degree black belt stepped forward, bowed to Professor Nie, and said, "Professor Nie, hello. My name is Jiang Yongshun, and I am also the deputy head of the school. I have long admired your name, and it is my honor to spar with you today."

Professor Nie, not one to strike a smiling face, politely said, "Master Jiang is joking. I only have a few fancy moves; I can't compare to your sixth-degree black belt."

Jiang Yongshun smiled and bowed again: "I apologize."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he attacked Professor Nie. Professor Nie seemed to have been prepared and dodged his kick by sidestepping.

This time, the fight between the two was even more intense than the previous two, and Ye Yu could feel that all the students present were holding their breath.

Whenever they saw Professor Nie punch or slap Jiang Yongshun, they would cheer loudly.

But only Professor Nie and Ye Yu, who were present, knew that Peking University had lost this match.

Professor Nie remembered his master telling him that the true martial arts cultivation in this world is divided into three levels: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, with the highest being the Heaven level and the lowest being the Yellow level.

However, despite practicing with his master for decades, he was always just a step away from reaching the threshold of the Yellow Rank.

However, his master once comforted him, saying that there are very few people in this world who can truly reach the level of martial arts mastery.

Not to mention the legendary Heavenly Rank, even his master himself was only at the mid-level of the Yellow Rank, and had not made any further progress since.

Moreover, most true masters of ancient martial arts come from ancient martial arts sects or families. They generally choose to live in seclusion and pursue the ultimate in martial arts.

Therefore, if he practices diligently, he should have no problem dealing with ordinary martial arts practitioners, as long as he doesn't encounter a true master of ancient martial arts.

If someone can defeat him, it means that person has already reached the threshold of ancient martial arts, or even that he is a master of ancient martial arts.

Thinking of this, Professor Nie looked at Jiang Yongshun, who had been fighting him for so long, and still remained expressionless. He immediately recalled what his master had said.

Just then, Jiang Yongshun suddenly spun around and kicked out two afterimages with his right foot, which he couldn't distinguish for a moment.

With a dull thud, he heard the cracking sound of his bones breaking, and then his body flew backward.

Professor Nie was helped up by the association's students, his heart filled with grief and indignation.

He lost, and was even defeated by a tiny South Korean.

At this moment, the physical pain was nothing compared to the unbearable shame. This Korean nation stole from its ancestors, yet ultimately defeated itself.

As Professor Nie collapsed to the ground, the venue fell silent.

After a while, some students began to sob.

They knew that Professor Nie was not only a professor at the Kyoto University Martial Arts Association, but also represented a high level of martial arts in Kyoto.

But now they can't even beat the vice president of a small country like South Korea.

How embarrassing for them!

Jiang Yongshun walked up to Professor Nie and bowed slightly: "Professor Nie, you are too kind. I hurt you without restraint. I hope you don't mind."

Professor Nie said with a somber expression, "Fist and footwork have no eyes; it's because my skills are not good enough."

Jiang Yongshun turned around and returned to the stage, loudly proclaiming, "After the competition, it has once again proven that Taekwondo is the most powerful. If you want to learn the top martial arts, please come to our Bingxian Dojo."

"Who says Taekwondo is the most powerful?"

A cold voice rang out, causing Jiao Yongshun's smile to freeze.

The venue erupted in commotion as everyone searched for the source of the sound.

Just now, while Jiang Yongshun was talking to the injured Professor Nie, Ye Yu quietly left her seat, took out a mask, put it on, and walked towards the ring.

Wearing a mask, she used her right hand to propel herself onto the ring: "Taekwondo is nothing but a trivial skill."

"Hmph! So you want to have a match with us? But you must be a student here, right? Even your Professor Luo and Professor Nie lost, and you still want to compete with us?"

"Chinese martial arts are profound and extensive, and Professor Luo and Professor Nie cannot represent the whole."

"Haha, since you put it that way, then we welcome the challenge. Taekwondo isn't afraid of challenges, it's afraid of no one daring to do them. I hope you can last a few more moves against me."

Jiang Yongshun seemed to have heard a joke.

The onlookers were all surprised.

"What? Someone dares to challenge us? And it's a student from our school?"

"She's incredibly audacious. Both professors lost to her; isn't she afraid of getting her arms and legs broken if she goes up there?"

"Regardless of the outcome, their courage is commendable."

"Sigh, shall we leave? I don't want to see Chinese martial arts lose to Taekwondo again. I can't take that kind of torture."

"No, stay and observe. The fact that she dared to step forward shows that she has some confidence."

As the discussion inside grew, the atmosphere became lively once again, with people even pouring into the venue and standing to watch if there were no seats available.

"I wonder which department she's in. She's a girl, that's so brave."

"Anyway, I hope she can win. These Koreans are too arrogant."