Li Delong's gaze was fixed on An Zainan, who had gained some fame in Capital City's taekwondo circles. Defeating him would significantly boost his prestige.

"Kid, to be so arrogant on Chinese soil, today I must teach you a lesson," Li Delong said coldly.

"Haha, fine, I am arrogant, and you're upset. Today I'm going to prove to everyone that you Chinese are the sick men of East Asia," An Zainan laughed arrogantly.

"You're asking for it!" Li Delong yelled in anger, suddenly throwing a front kick.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he saw a blur of a leg before his eyes.

Li Delong's expression changed; it was too late to retreat.

"Crack!"

With a dull thud, An Zainan kicked Li Delong in the airborne calf.

Thump, Li Delong lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Ah, ah! My leg!"

Li Delong covered his leg, howling in pain.

"Not worth a blow." An Zainan's lips curled in disdain as he stepped forward and placed his foot on Li Delong's head.

"And you dared to call yourself a taekwondo master?"

"Did you Chinese pigs see that? This is the true nature of your sick men of East Asia."

An Zainan, with a face full of arrogance, broke Li Delong's leg with a kick and swept his gaze across the Chinese students.

"Damn, you are the real sick men of East Asia!"

At that moment, one student couldn't hold back anymore and charged forward again.

"Crack!" Another crisp sound; that student too had his ribs broken by a kick and collapsed to the ground.

"I'll fight him to the end."

A student next to An Xiaodi also jumped onto the platform, only to be kicked down by An Zainan, the result the same.

"Look, Chinese pigs, do you see? This is the gap between our Korean nation and you."

"Sick men of East Asia! From now on, whenever our Korean students enter the field, you Chinese pigs better scram immediately, or this will be your fate," An Zainan arrogantly declared from his vantage.

The Chinese students gripped their fists tightly, their faces filled with humiliated anger.

An Xiaodi looked at the groaning students on the ground, her expression growing uglier.

These students were close classmates, but she was powerless as she watched them being bullied right before her eyes.

If only he were here, An Xiaodi thought, a figure flashing across her mind.

"Stop wasting our precious time, you Chinese pigs, get out of the training ground immediately," An Zainan said haughtily with a cold snort.

"This is our Chinese territory, the one who should leave is you, not us," an ice-cold voice responded just then from the doorway.

"It's him, he's come," An Xiaodi felt a surge of joy upon hearing the voice.

While An Zainan was reveling in his arrogance, his face changed at the sound of the discordant voice.

"Who is it?"

Lin Chen arrived in front of An Xiaodi, an apologetic expression on his face: "Wife, I'm late. I'm sorry for letting this dog bark in front of you for so long."

"Hmph, you know it, Lin Chen, give this mad dog a harsh lesson," An Xiaodi said coldly, pointing at An Zainan.

"My wife's command is an imperial edict. Just wait, I'll go cure this Korean dog of his rabies," Lin Chen nodded, then turned and climbed onto the platform.

An Zainan turned pale with rage upon hearing their conversation: "You dare call me a dog?"

"I'm not calling you a dog, you simply are one," Lin Chen said with a grin.

"You're asking for death!" An Zainan's eyes glinted murderously.

"Not convinced? Come bite me, you stick dog!" Lin Chen looked at An Zainan with a teasing expression.

"Zainan, kick this Huaxia pig down."

"Yes, let him see what our stick country is capable of."

Behind An Zainan, students from the stick country started to shout one after another.

"Lin Chen, knock him down and let him know that our Huaxia is not to be trifled with."

"Yes, give this bastard a good lesson."

The Huaxia students were also not to be outdone, cheering for Lin Chen.

"Kid, you've finally angered me, you'll regret what you just said, I'll make you wish you were dead." An Zainan's eyes flashed fiercely, his face twisted with malevolence.

Lin Chen smiled faintly, "Really? You picked the wrong place to run wild in our Huaxia, today I'll show you who is the real sick man of East Asia."

"Really? Die!"

The moment his words fell, the furious An Zainan moved rapidly, appearing before Lin Chen and delivering a slashing kick towards Lin Chen's face.

The kick, heavy with the sound of slicing wind, was savagely powerful and aimed to incapacitate Lin Chen in one strike.

A gasp rose from the audience. If that kick hit Lin Chen, it would definitely cause severe injury, possibly even threatening his life, making everyone sweat for Lin Chen.

An Xiaodi clenched his fists nervously, watching the battle unfold. Though he knew Lin Chen was formidable, An Zainan was no pushover, having just crippled several Huaxia students with a single kick.

Although the kick was mere inches from Lin Chen's head, he still wore a slight smile, calm and composed as if he was completely unaware of the impending danger.

"Daring to smile at the doorstep of death!" An Zainan's face grew even more ferocious as he put more strength into his kick.

This slashing kick was a lethal move from their family, loaded with immense power, clearly showing An Zainan's intent to critically disable Lin Chen.

"Remember, kid, don't mess with our stick country in your next life."

Just as the whip kick was about to land on Lin Chen's head, An Zainan sneered in triumph.

But suddenly his pupils shrank, for the Lin Chen before him had vanished.

How is this possible!

A cold voice rang by his ear, "Kid, remember for the rest of your life that there's a price to pay for running wild in Huaxia."

As the voice fell, An Zainan's dangling leg was met with a heavy whip kick from Lin Chen.

"Crack, ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, An Zainan's entire body flew horizontally off the stage and thudded to the ground.

His leg hung limply, having been kicked clean through.

"My leg, my leg is broken…" An Zainan lay on the ground, screaming like a slaughtered pig.

The stick country students who were just yelling moments ago were instantly dumbfounded.

An Zainan, their War God, a rising Tae Kwon Do star of the stick country, had been disabled by Lin Chen with a single kick.

Lin Chen turned around, his gaze coldly sweeping over the stick country students.

"Anyone else not convinced?"

His icy tone was overwhelmingly commanding. All the stick country students looked on, faces grim. Their War God had been incapacitated by Lin Chen in one kick—stepping forward would mean certain death.

Seeing no one respond, Lin Chen snorted coldly, "Remember, this is the fate for those who insult the Huaxia people. If no one dares to challenge, I'm giving you one minute to get out of the training ground, you sick men of East Asia."

The situation had reversed instantly; the stick country students deflated like punctured balls, bearing humiliation with no way out but to help the howling An Zainan clumsily leave the training ground.

"Well done, Lin Chen." Just as the people of the stick country left, An Xiaodi rushed up to the stage and gave Lin Chen an affectionate kiss.

The training ground roared with applause, every male student looked on with admiration, seeing Lin Chen as a hero. With their hearts potentially broken, only Lin Chen could truly deserve the kiss from their goddess!

(Thank you, book friend 1546620047, for rewarding 100 book coins early this morning. Facing a powerful opponent, the performance of the little god of agriculture isn't looking optimistic. The author here is kneeling for favorites, recommendations, rewards, comments, and support! PS: Another chapter coming at six p.m.!)