Chapter 113: One Sword Style, Complete!

  "From now on, the One Knife Flow is gone." Han Yu's gaze shifted, sweeping over the coaches and students before finally settling on those from Country Z. His brow furrowed slightly as he said, "If you still want to learn martial arts, then you can only learn the things left behind by your ancestors!"

  "The ultimate goal of learning martial arts is not to bully or deceive others, but to strengthen one's body and health. As the essence of traditional Chinese culture, practicing martial arts can also help people cultivate their character and nurture their nature, especially in accumulating '浩然之气' (a kind of majestic and powerful energy). Take Shaolin Temple's martial arts for example, every move and style is infused with '气', while strengthening one's body, it can also improve one's moral character!"

  "Some people say that Taekwondo and Karate are more powerful than our country's martial arts, but did you see just now? I alone can beat up dozens of them! How strong is that?" Han Yu glared with a pair of eyes, having a somewhat majestic appearance.

  "One by one, you're abandoning the good things of your ancestors and coming to learn some rubbish. I really don't know what you're thinking. What is our country Z's martial arts? It's the foundation, it's the soil. Those other things are just branches and leaves. No matter how beautiful or attractive these branches and leaves may be, they can never surpass the foundation! Because they were inherently inadequate from the start!"

  Han Yu seemed to be getting more and more agitated, coldly snorting: "A narrow-minded island nation, their vision, their breadth of mind is only as big as a palm. What kind of earth-shattering skills do you expect them to have? Without good soil, it can't nurture the heart of a strong person. Without the heart of a strong person, even if they learn many techniques, they're just empty frameworks. Cultivating martial arts starts with cultivating oneself. When one's body is correct, their mind is clear; when their mind is clear, their strength is correct! Ask them, do they understand these principles? Understand my ass!"

  Han Yu hummed and walked a few steps forward, then suddenly turned back and said: "What are you all standing there like idiots for? Do you also want to be kicked to the ground by me one day? Get out, get out, get out! From now on, Knife Flow is closed."

  A group of students, upon hearing this, showed a hint of movement in their expressions. The previous silence was only because they had received too many stimuli today, which made it difficult for them to react at all for the time being.

  "Our country's martial arts can actually take down over a dozen people with just one person, of course we have to learn from our country's martial arts. Those Japanese devils, they actually use some fancy tricks to cheat us, let them return the tuition fees!" Suddenly, a loud shout rose up among the students.

  "Right, refund! Damn it, you're just wasting my young master's time with this trash. Give the money back to me!"

  "Alright, agreed, I'll return all the tuition fees. Damn it, and you even made me wear your tattered clothes. Even if I train hard in the future, I'll still end up like you guys - good for nothing but getting beaten! You guys think so too, right?"

  ……

  With a start, the others naturally followed suit. The students who usually didn't dare to breathe loudly during training were now all like monkeys who had become kings, crowding around the dozen or so coaches who were still standing there.

  Yuzuki Asakusa saw this scene, spat out a mouthful of blood, and actually fainted. Other people who could take charge were also beaten by Han Yu just now, some had fainted, others were being treated, for a while no one was found to speak or take charge.

  "Is he crazy, daring to hit people?" A coach wanted to stretch out his hand to calm the students down and prevent them from pushing, but who would have thought that as soon as his arm was raised, a student who had just joined in this afternoon let out an "ahh" and retreated several steps back, colliding with several people and stepping on several feet.

  His body hadn't even steadied yet, when he raised his hand and loudly shouted: "Brothers, the Japanese dog coach hit someone, let's beat the dog's daylights out of him!" As he spoke, he jumped up like a frog, then slapped down with a loud smack.

  That Japanese coach was kicked by Han Yu-gang, although the injury wasn't serious, but at this time his head was still dizzy, and for a moment he didn't notice, he was slapped to the ground by that student. At this point, those students suddenly boiled over.

  Damn it, the coach is as weak as a mud doll, and with one slap, he was knocked down. They still pay for this and learn from him? Aren't they idiots?! So, filled with righteous indignation, these students rushed forward one by one, not caring about the money anymore, but just wanting to go up and kick him a few times.

  From the moment Han Yu took action, these coaches were doomed to be pushed off the altar!

  Some Japanese coaches began to beg for mercy, while others tried to fight back. But whether you begged for mercy or fought back, the result was the same - being knocked to the ground by a foot or fist that came out of nowhere, and then trampled by countless people from above.

  After all, they were only a dozen or so people, and their hearts were filled with anxiety. But these martial arts students numbered over 170.

  When the whole martial arts field became a performance hall, bustling with excitement, no one noticed that the young man who had just joined their team this afternoon had quietly slipped out of the crowd.

  The coach of Japan is not all stupid, at least there is a clever one.

  Xiao Yuanteng was a taekwondo coach, usually teaching more than 20 students, and he was quite authoritative. No student dared not to listen to him when he spoke, but at this time, he was wrapped in a tattered cloth, carefully squeezing out of the crowd.

  Looking at the angry students behind him, Xiaoyuan trembled slightly and thought of slipping away with a grateful heart, but unexpectedly saw a fist as soon as he turned his head!

  "My god! The coach also chickened out, how pathetic!" Just then, the young man who had just come out kindly kicked Xiao Yuansan into the angry crowd's feet and quietly retreated.

  The young man took a glance at the cold night outside and got into a taxi by the roadside. Inside, Han Yu was silently smoking.

  "Boss, didn't you see? It's too excessive! Those coaches are now beaten into pig heads, haha!" The young man started describing with a smile as soon as he saw Han Yu, and it was precisely Zhuo Bufan who should have stayed in the reception room.

  It is said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles without danger. Han Yu has never been one to underestimate his opponents, so when it comes to this mysterious Ito Ryuu, he naturally wants to investigate further.

  While Zhuo was not ordinary, he had sent someone to sneak in and gather information for him, a sly spy responsible for flattering him.

  "The police are coming, this time they'll have a big harvest!" Han Yu said with a smile.

  The police are just a report, only when the matter is made big can it be settled that Liu Sheng and Cao Cao's fight, fraud and deception. In this way, even if Liu Sheng regrets the bet between them, Yi Dao Liu will not appear in this city again.

  This is what they call eternal damnation!

  Yeah, Xiao Lang got married today, hahaha, brothers wish him well, roar, I'd like to thank everyone first, yeah, recommended, flowers, capable brothers and distinguished guests below...