At this moment, even Xi Mengxuan knew there was no retreat. No matter what, she had to fight, at least not avoid it. Though the situation seemed dire, it was almost certain she would lose, but she could not lose her momentum.

"Alright, I accept your challenge. How shall we compete?"

Park Young-joon smiled and said, "How about this, to save time, let's decide the winner in one round." He also wanted to wrap things up quickly to prevent any unexpected events from occurring.

Xi Mengxuan gritted her teeth and agreed, now there was no other option. The whole Martial Arts Club, despite calling for martial gatherings and recruiting martial arts enthusiasts from all over, and promoting traditional martial arts, truly had few who possessed real skills. Moreover, since most of them were girls, knowing a few moves of women's self-defense techniques was already impressive.

Hence, only she, the president, could step into the ring. Having practiced Wing Chun since childhood, Xi Mengxuan had genuine skills, but as soon as the two exchanged a few blows, it became clear; all Xi Mengxuan could do was defend.

If it were a close-quarters fight, Wing Chun would indeed have certain advantages. After all, the power of the Inch Fist is not to be underestimated. However, for reasons unknown—whether Park Young-joon knew about this or for other reasons—he kept a distance using Whip Kicks, each move fierce, giving Xi Mengxuan no chance at all.

After just a few minutes, Xi Mengxuan felt like her arm was about to break, the pain unbearable, even causing fine beads of sweat to appear on her delicate nose. She could feel her kicked arms and calves starting to swell, visibly puffed up.

Clearly, Park Young-joon showed no mercy, using all his strength in an attempt to conclude the battle as quickly as possible. Although he wanted to win Xi Mengxuan's heart, compared to spreading Taekwondo in Huaxia, this desire was insignificant.

"Damn it, you Korean bastard named Park. Are you even a man, bullying a woman, what's the point of that? If you have guts, come at me." The men observing the fight couldn't hold back anymore, their faces turning red and their necks swelling as they prepared to charge forward.

Watching their goddess being bullied was intolerable for any man. They all began hurling insults, with all sorts of classic curses flying out, making Luo Chao suck in a breath, impressed by the creativity of these students from a prestigious school.

Several impulsive male students had already rushed towards Park Young-joon. Each of them looked physically strong, clearly having paid attention to their fitness. They flew at Park Young-joon with fists and kicks.

The next moment, they were sent flying back horizontally, landing heavily on the ground, struggling to catch their breath. One person even passed out, eyes rolling back in his head.

After kicking a few people away, Park Young-joon's anger was still hard to suppress. His face was dark; the insults had been too harsh, extending curses even to his eighteenth generation ancestors, including his yet-to-be-born granddaughters and great-granddaughters.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the women of the Martial Arts Club hurriedly pulled Xi Mengxuan aside, encircling her as they lifted her white martial arts uniform, revealing alarming, swollen bruises, which ignited their fury. The petite beauty who had been communicating with Xi Mengxuan earlier cursed aloud, "You beast, look at what you've done to our Xuanxuan."

She then lifted Xi Mengxuan's snow-white arm high for everyone to see.

Upon seeing this, the crowd erupted with even cruder language. Initially, they thought their goddess had just been bullied, but to see such grievous injuries was intolerable. Ignoring whether they had the strength, they all rushed forward to gang up on these trashy bullies.

"Stop."

A loud shout made everyone halt, with Xi Mengxuan managing to stand up despite her struggle. She was the one who stopped them.

"We can't let these foreigners look down on us," she said, then pulled down her sleeve to cover her white arm, seemingly ready to continue fighting.

The women were shocked, quickly stopping her from going forward, worried that the injuries would worsen and fearing she might end up in the hospital.

Park Young-joon also lowered his guard at this point. The chaotic crowd posed no threat to him. With his dozen senior brothers, they could easily handle these hundreds of people. Plus, he knew Xi Mengxuan would surely intervene in stopping this to preserve dignity.

Since they had been inside the dojo from the beginning, and the students had gathered upon hearing about the challenge, he was unaware of the situation outside.

If he had known there were thousands of Xi Mengxuan's fans outside the dojo, who knows if he could have remained so calm. If each gave him a punch, he'd likely be pummeled into a pulp.

Fortunately, because there were so many people, they blocked the entrance. Only a few students could watch from strategic spots, like Luo Chao and the bespectacled guy, so no widespread riot occurred.

"Mengxuan, I suggest you concede. I don't want to hurt you."

"Never." Xi Mengxuan's eyes glared fiercely, refusing without hesitation. She was not a girl who would admit defeat easily.

At this moment, the bespectacled guy, who had been watching silently from the tree, carefully squatted down, hugging the trunk as he made his way down.

"Where are you going?" Luo Chao asked curiously.

"I'm going to help," the bespectacled guy whispered, his face serious, showing he meant it.

Luo Chao reached out, pulling him back to his previous perch. "No need for you to go. Look, the help has arrived."

Luo Chao pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handing one over to him, nodding his chin to signal him to look at the entrance.

There, a Jeep Wrangler sped over with a screech, stopping firmly at the dojo's entrance. A sturdy young man in a trench coat jumped out from the driver's seat, rudely pushing through the crowd to make his way inside.

"Hey, what's the rush..." a male student complained, but was quickly pulled aside by his companion, giving space to the young man.

"Why are you shouting, he's Shangguan Tiantian."

The male student immediately fell silent, instinctively shuffling back a few steps.

Half an hour ago, Shangguan Tiantian was happily drinking at a bar, flirting with a girl on stage. Suddenly, he received a call from Sister Qinqin, saying that the Korean jerk harassing Sister Xuanxuan had shown up again.

Shangguan Tiantian had long been wanting to teach him a lesson. He downed his drink, grabbed the trench coat off the bar, and stormed off, his anger palpable.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to slip a few bills into the barmaid's ample cleavage. Tips should be given after all.

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