BOOM!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire sports hall erupted, with many students standing up in anger.

"Blond devil! What the hell did you just say?! Say it again if you dare! Who are you calling the 'Sick Man of East Asia,' you piece of Mal Gobi?!"

"Damn! This kid's pretty arrogant! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have white skin? Believe it or not, I'll smack you!"

Shouts and curses echoed throughout.

Lucas's public insult to China had ignited collective rage.

However, Lucas himself seemed unconcerned. With a faint smile on his face despite the wave of shouts and curses, he said, "Look at you, Chinese pigs. You're just good at talking. When it comes to a real fight, you're nothing but trash!"

"Shut up!" Zhou Hong, the president of the Hua Wu Club, shouted fiercely. He was a tall and burly male student with a square face, over 1.8 meters tall, strong and imposing. He said sternly, "Lucas! Did you come here to compete in martial arts or to spew insults? If you're here to compete, then fight us fair and square, and stop with this garbage talk!"

"Garbage talk?" Lucas sneered. "Only you Chinese pigs disregard the art of pre-fight banter. That's why your martial arts have no presence in any international competition—you're too weak, all of you are trash! Chinese kung fu is garbage! Worthless!"

"You're looking for death!" Zhou Hong trembled with anger. The four members of the Hua Wu Club beside him also clenched their fists tightly, wishing they could rush over and give Lucas a beating right then and there.

"Are you angry? Pissed off?" Lucas smiled faintly, his handsome face filled with arrogance. He looked down disdainfully at Zhou Hong and the others, laughing as he said, "Come on then. Since you're so angry, let me see the power of your rage."

"I'll show you!" Zhou Hong roared. He tore off his upper garment to reveal his well-defined muscles, glaring at Lucas like a ferocious tiger, and announced, "Xing Yi Tiger Form! Zhou Hong, ready to learn!"

"So cool! Our club president is really cool! Awesome!"

"So cool! Way to go, President Zhou! Take down this arrogant foreigner!"

Many girls cheered. Even those who had been charmed by Lucas's handsome face and perfect physique now switched their support to Zhou Hong.

In the face of national dignity, many people would choose the right side.

"President! Go for it! Teach him a lesson!" The remaining four members of the Hua Wu Club also cheered for Zhou Hong.

"Please, make your move!" Zhou Hong assumed the Xing Yi Fist stance, his gaze solemn and ready for battle. He looked at Lucas, waiting for him to strike.

"Hahahaha!" Lucas suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he doubled over. Pointing at Zhou Hong, he guffawed, "Chinese pig, what are you thinking? Do you think you alone are worthy to stand opposite me? Trash! I've challenged your entire club! What are you doing standing there alone? Is this supposed to be a joke? Hahaha! Call everyone else over; otherwise, it won't even be a spectacle!"

"You!" Zhou Hong trembled with anger, his face ashen. He clenched his teeth as he glared at Lucas, rage burning in his heart. He never expected Lucas to be so arrogant and outrageous!

The whole stadium fell quiet. Silence descended, and no one spoke. All eyes were on Lucas. No one had anticipated he would be so audacious, so extreme!

"President, let's do it together!" Fueled by rage, the remaining four members of the Hua Wu Club had bloodshot eyes as they shouted, "This blond devil is too arrogant! Let's teach him a lesson!"

"Lucas! You will regret what you've said and done today!" Zhou Hong suppressed his anger and said to Lucas, "Then the five of us together will meet your challenge!"

With that, the other four also stood by his side, each adopting their martial arts stances, ready to attack Lucas at any moment.

"The five of you?" Lucas looked at Zhou Hong and the others with contempt, scoffing, "Fine. Even though it's not your entire club, it's close enough. After all, trash is trash. The difference between five pieces of trash and a pile of trash isn't much! Come on, don't waste my time. After this, I still have other places to challenge, to break down the Chinese kung fu that you 'Sick Men of East Asia' take pride in, one by one. This is truly a thrill! Hahaha!"

"You are courting death!" Zhou Hong bellowed. He opened his hands and lunged forward, instantly covering a distance of three or four meters and charging right in front of Lucas. Like a tiger on the hunt, his hands clawed towards Lucas's head.

At the same moment, the other four also made their moves. They rushed to Lucas's side almost simultaneously, some with fists, some with palms, all exerting their full strength as they launched attacks on his body!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The sound of fists hitting flesh rang out. Evidently, all of Zhou Hong and the others' attacks had hit Lucas. The students in the gymnasium felt a surge of joy. Lucas was all bark and no bite, with no real skills at all!

However, in the next instant, before the students could start to cheer, the expressions on Zhou Hong and his friends' faces changed. They felt as though they hadn't hit a person, but rather an extremely solid steel plate!

Flesh and blood simply could not inflict any damage on this ironclad being!

"So, this is Chinese kung fu. Truly trash!" Lucas said blandly. He had been struck by the attacks of five people on various parts of his body, but his expression remained unchanged, and he was without a single scratch.

"Now, I will show you 'Sick Men of East Asia' what real power is! HA!"

With a roar, Lucas's arms burst outward as if a Heavenly God himself was swinging his limbs. He unleashed an incredibly terrifying force that even disturbed the air, producing a buzzing noise.

Zhou Hong and his companions felt an overwhelming force on their hands—an unstoppable power. Then, they found themselves flying horizontally, crashing down outside the ring!

All five of them!

Not a single one remained on the stage; they had all been thrown down by Lucas's mere arm swing.

The gymnasium fell silent once again.

Not a sound could be heard.

Lying on the ground, Zhou Hong and the others looked dazed, utterly at a loss. The gap is just too wide. Why? Why has this happened?!

Too strong!

How can this Lucas be so strong?!

There were five of us, and only one of him!

Yet, in the end, the five of us were easily defeated by that single person without any effort on his part, without even any superfluous movements!

The expressions on the faces of Li Hecai and his social circle were exceedingly ugly. They were also Chinese and had not expected the Hua Wu Club to be defeated so miserably, let alone for Lucas to be this frighteningly dominant.

"Trash!" Lucas stood on the stage. He raised his finger, spun it around arrogantly, and laughed loudly as he pointed at everyone in the gymnasium. "You Chinese pigs are all trash! Hahaha!"

Not a soul spoke out, even though they were seething with rage inside. The fact remained: the Hua Wu Club had been beaten, and everyone was choking with frustration.

But they were powerless!

All they could do was watch Lucas strut around arrogantly!

Too strong!

The Hua Wu Club hadn't had the slightest ability to resist!

Finally, with a look of utter contempt, Lucas gestured disdainfully at everyone. His finger eventually stopped, pointing in Qin Heng's direction. Suddenly, he crooked his finger, making a provocative gesture at Qin Heng.

"How about it, classmate?" Lucas taunted. "Interested in learning a thing or two from me? According to Chinese customs, you should come over here, kneel, and kowtow to me. Then I might teach you something! Hahaha!"

With that, all eyes in the gymnasium turned to Qin Heng, countless gazes shifting his way.

Qin Heng glanced at Lucas and said indifferently, "A performing monkey isn't worthy of speaking to me. Chu Yun, go up and punch him. Knock him down."