Lin Youchen got his ass handed to him last time, yet he still had the guts to come back for a rematch? What a glutton for punishment!
But knowing Lin Youchen, he wouldn’t show up unprepared. Today, freshmen from various countries were present, and that Miyagi Sawano guy clearly knew his stuff—maybe he was Lin Youchen’s secret weapon.
Still, the Korean and Thai guys had been talking big earlier. Did they not throw down backstage?
Lost in thought, I suddenly found myself at the martial arts club’s door.
I shoved it open and stormed in, roaring, “Who the hell dares to challenge our martial arts club?!”
But when I entered, there wasn’t a single karate club member in sight—only Yang Xue helping Yang Fan up from the floor.
Yang Fan was covered in bruises, his lip split and bleeding, one eye swollen and bloodshot. Yang Xue had some minor injuries too, though not as severe.
“Senior, where are they?” I rushed over, helping Yang Fan up while asking Yang Xue.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “They left already…”
“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath, turning to Yang Fan. “You alright?”
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he muttered, “I’ll pay them back for this sooner or later!”
“Who did this to you and Senior?” I took the antiseptic Yang Xue handed me and started dabbing it on Yang Fan’s wounds.
“Hiss—!” He sucked in a sharp breath, then spat out, “That Japanese freshman rep—Miyagi Sawano.”
“B*stard!” I slammed the antiseptic down and headed for the door.
Yang Xue quickly blocked me. “Where do you think you’re going?!”
“To get Yang Fan’s payback!” I snarled.
That Miyagi guy had gone too far. A challenge was one thing, but this was outright brutality! Even when I wrecked their dojo last time, I only left them with light bruises.
And Lin Youchen—no memory at all, huh? Just stood by and watched his own people get beaten!
Yang Xue glared at me. “Calm down!”
“Senior, now’s not the time for calm! You expect Yang Fan to just take this?” I shot back. “He’s our vice-captain! Beating him is a slap in the face to our entire club!”
“I know that!” she said, frustrated. “But Miyagi Sawano isn’t some pushover! I lasted less than ten moves against him, and he wasn’t even going all out—probably held back because I’m a girl.”
When I stayed silent, she added, “Yang Fan knows some martial arts, but he couldn’t even land a single hit before getting wrecked.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to cool down. “Senior, tell me exactly what happened.”
She exhaled and recounted the events:
After the meeting, since neither she nor Yang Fan had classes, they returned to the martial arts club.
Soon after, Lin Youchen showed up with Miyagi Sawano, claiming they wanted to issue a challenge—Miyagi wanted to fight me.
But since I wasn’t there, they decided to make an example out of someone to intimidate me, targeting Yang Fan.
Yang Xue tried to intervene, so Miyagi fought her instead. She had some skill—close to the early Yellow Rank—but against Miyagi, it wasn’t enough. She lost quickly.
Seeing her hurt, Yang Fan charged in rage, but it was a one-sided beating.
Afterward, Miyagi spat some trash talk and left. They’d only just gone when I arrived.
“I’m sorry, Senior. This is my fault…” I said guiltily.
This whole mess was because Lin Youchen couldn’t swallow his pride after losing. He brought Miyagi here for revenge, and when I wasn’t around, they took it out on Yang Fan.
Yang Xue shook her head. “It’s not all on you. We just weren’t strong enough.”
“Senior, do you trust me?” I met her eyes firmly. When she didn’t reply, I pressed on. “If you do, let me go to the karate club!”
“I know you’re strong, but Miyagi is no joke!” she said worriedly.
I shook my head. “So what if he’s strong? This isn’t over. Whether you agree or not, I’m going!” I turned and marched out.
“I’m coming too! D*mn it!” Yang Fan limped after me.
Yang Xue clenched her teeth. “Fine, I’m in! You’re right—we can’t let this slide. I believe in you!”
“Should’ve said that earlier! C’mon, Yang, lean on me.” I grinned, helping Yang Xue support Yang Fan as we headed to the karate club.
No matter how strong Miyagi was, he was still just a normal guy. Beating him wouldn’t take much effort.
When we arrived, I spotted Miyagi on the dojo’s stage through the window, preaching to his lackeys.
“Karate is the strongest martial art! Chinese kung fu is just flashy nonsense! I hope you all embrace this lethal combat style! I’ll be here for the next few days to train you!” he declared before stepping down to chat with Lin Youchen.
Lin Youchen looked uneasy. “Miyagi, you should prepare. Xia Tian isn’t someone to underestimate.”
“You doubt me, Youchen? Chinese martial arts are weak! They can’t compare!” Miyagi scoffed.
Lin Youchen sighed. “Xia Tian’s different. I couldn’t even touch him!”
“That’s because you’ve gotten soft! Master only sent me to clean up your mess. Otherwise, why would I play student?” Miyagi smirked arrogantly.
Oh? So Miyagi wasn’t even a real student—just hired muscle.
“Senior, hold Yang Fan for a sec,” I said.
My sharp hearing had caught their conversation, though Yang Xue and Yang Fan heard nothing.
Once Yang Xue took over supporting Yang Fan, I strode to the dojo’s entrance—and kicked the door clean off its hinges.
The loud CRASH made everyone inside snap their heads toward me.
Lin Youchen and Miyagi both turned, eyes widening.
I grinned, then scowled and bellowed:
“Your grandpa’s here to wreck the place AGAIN!”