Lin Feng had no idea what Huang Qiming was thinking after he left.
As for whether Brother Bao would actually complete the 50 slaps, Lin Feng cared even less.
In his view, there was no deep hatred between him and Huang Qiming. A slight punishment was more than enough.
After jogging along the street for half an hour, Lin Feng finally stopped at an open-air park and began practicing his boxing slowly.
This was also his habit.
Whenever he encountered something troubling, he would use boxing to steady his mind.
“Back then, all 11 members of my Lin Family perished in the flames, and to this day there is not a single clue about the culprit.”
As his fists moved, his thoughts raced just as quickly. “But one thing is certain. The people who struck back then were no ordinary individuals. After all, being able to break through my Lin Family’s security without being detected is not something an average person could accomplish.”
“To drag out the culprit would be like searching for a needle in the ocean. In that case, I might as well let the real murderer know that I exist and force them to come to me.”
“Only in this way might I have a chance to avenge the blood debt of my Lin Family!”
A sharp glint flashed across Lin Feng’s eyes.
Although he did not know why the real culprit had targeted the Lin Family and wiped them out entirely, one thing was certain. If the other party learned that someone from the Lin Family had survived, they would never remain indifferent.
And once the enemy showed up, Lin Feng was confident he could make them stay.
After all, he had spent so many years on the mountain training diligently under his master for the sole purpose of revenge.
“Hu…”
Letting out a long breath, Lin Feng delivered his final punch.
As his arm swung, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
At that moment, a loud and clear voice of praise suddenly rang out not far away.
“Excellent boxing! Young man, I didn’t expect that at your age, your boxing would be so impressive!”
Lin Feng paused slightly and turned his head instinctively.
Behind him stood a young girl in a white training outfit, supporting an elderly man with graying hair. This story is hosted at g.com.
Behind the two of them stood a burly man wearing sunglasses.
“Young man, if this old man isn’t mistaken, that set of boxing you just performed was Tai Chi, wasn’t it?” The elderly man chuckled warmly and cupped his fists toward Lin Feng in greeting.
“Sir, you have sharp eyes. It was indeed Tai Chi,” Lin Feng replied with a slight nod, returning the gesture.
“These days, there are fewer and fewer young people like you who are willing to study traditional martial arts,” the elderly man sighed and shook his head. He then glanced at the girl beside him and said irritably, “Xiao Rou, you should learn from him! I’ve said it before, the things passed down by our ancestors are extraordinary. They’re not something your Taekwondo can compare with!”
As he spoke, the elderly man pointed at Lin Feng again. “Take the set of boxing this young man just performed. It’s Tai Chi, which has been passed down in our Dragon Nation for many years! In terms of history alone, it could be considered the ancestor of Taekwondo!”
Seeing that the elderly man seemed intent on using him as an example to lecture his granddaughter, Lin Feng could not help but smile faintly.
Although the old man appeared either wealthy or powerful, Lin Feng had no intention of striking up a closer relationship.
He cupped his fists politely once more and prepared to leave.
But just as Lin Feng turned around, the girl supporting the elderly man let out a soft snort.
“Grandpa, stop lecturing me. Times have changed!”
The girl said sweetly, “I’ve looked into the martial arts you mentioned before. They’re nothing more than fancy movements. In real combat, they’re no match for Taekwondo at all! Just like that Tai Chi you mentioned. The punches are soft and weak. If you put that on a ring, it’s nothing but a human punching bag!”
“You…” The elderly man widened his eyes and was about to speak.
The girl giggled and shook his arm. “Grandpa, don’t be angry. I’m just stating facts! In terms of history, Dragon Nation’s boxing styles are indeed long-standing. But when it comes to actual combat, they’re really not that impressive. Uncle Jie, wouldn’t you agree?”
The burly man behind them nodded slightly. “Miss isn’t entirely wrong. Nowadays, most boxing styles in Dragon Nation are more for performance. In actual combat, they indeed fall short compared to Taekwondo and other mixed fighting techniques.”
Hearing this, the smile on the girl’s face deepened.
“Grandpa, you heard him too, didn’t you? I’m not talking nonsense. You know Uncle Jie’s skills. Even he says so. So please stop making me practice those flashy but useless boxing styles.”
Seeing his granddaughter dismiss Dragon Nation’s boxing so lightly, the elderly man wanted to refute her, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly and shake his head.
Lin Feng, who had been about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Inferior to Taekwondo in real combat?
What a joke.
Any martial art that has survived the long river of history emerged through real combat and life-and-death struggles.
The reason they seem to have declined now is partly because many practitioners are half-hearted, and partly because of the modern social environment.
After all, in today’s world, if you win a fight, you go to jail; if you lose, you end up in the hospital.
Over time, the martial arts that remain naturally lean more toward performance.
But that does not mean Dragon Nation’s boxing is ineffective.
A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes.
He slowly turned around and looked at the girl. “If you say Dragon Nation’s boxing is useless in real combat, then you’re mistaken. The reason you think it’s unimpressive is because you’ve never seen a true master.”
Lin Feng said calmly, “In front of a genuine martial arts master, Taekwondo and other fighting techniques are nothing more than flowery but impractical moves.”
Hearing this, the smile on the girl’s face vanished instantly.
She sized Lin Feng up coldly. “Oh? From the way you speak, are you claiming to be some so-called martial arts master?”
Before Lin Feng could answer, the girl let out a disdainful laugh. “There’s a saying, ‘True skill is proven with your hands.’ If you really believe Dragon Nation’s boxing is extraordinary, why don’t we have a match?”
“If you win, I’ll admit my previous view was wrong. But if you lose… then you’d better face reality and stop making grand claims.”
Clearly, in the girl’s opinion, Lin Feng had spoken up simply because he could not tolerate hearing others belittle Dragon Nation’s boxing.
She had encountered situations like this many times before.
Those who practiced Dragon Nation’s martial arts often lacked real ability, yet each one of them was arrogant, believing themselves unmatched under heaven.
But once they stepped into a ring, they were nothing more than human punching bags, utterly laughable.