God-Level Special Forces Soldier Chapter 80

Looking at the worn-out shoe in Xiao Tian’s hand, Jin Zaizhong’s pupils involuntarily shrank sharply.

Not long ago, he witnessed with his own eyes as Li Zailong got knocked out cold by this shoe, and he still hasn’t woken up.

At this moment, upon seeing this stinky shoe appear again, he immediately tensed up, his face flushed red, and stammered for a long time before finally blurting out a sentence.

"Fai... fair competition, weapons... weapons are prohibited!"

Boom!

As soon as he said this, the entire audience was speechless.

After a brief silence, the Martial Arts Club side erupted into a burst of laughter.

"Ahahaha... Weapon? And you say a stinky shoe is a weapon? That’s so freaking hilarious!"

"Fair competition? Compete my foot, this idiot leader of the stickmen is so stupid it’s adorable!"

"Boss Xiao, don’t listen to him, just use that stinky shoe to smack him, smack the hell out of him!"

Everyone chimed in, laughing and cursing.

Before the fight even started, Jin Zaizhong’s face turned livid with embarrassment, and in his rage, he suddenly roared and charged at Xiao Tian with both fists raised.

He wanted to take the initiative.

But how could Xiao Tian give him the chance?

With a graceful sidestep spin, he easily dodged the opponent’s fists, then stepped forward with his left foot, and his right hand, holding the stinky shoe, swung with the momentum.

Little did he know, Jin Zaizhong seemed prepared, timely raising both arms to shield his entire face.

Just as he was secretly pleased, Xiao Tian’s teasing laughter came from his ear, "Do you think I can’t smack your face like this? Too naive!"

In the next moment, a loud smack was heard as the worn-out shoe in Xiao Tian’s hand slapped hard on Jin Zaizhong’s buttocks.

Making his plump buttocks jiggle back and forth.

"Bastard, didn’t you say you wanted to smack my face?" Jin Zaizhong raged.

"Yeah, I didn’t say anything wrong, isn’t your stickman face growing in this area?" Xiao Tian wondered.

"You... you..." Upon hearing this, Jin Zaizhong was so furious he almost spat blood, his molars grinding audibly.

"Hahaha... Boss Xiao, you’re a real talent, insulting people without a single dirty word!"

"From now on, I bow to no one but you, Boss Xiao!"

The crowd’s laughter roared louder and louder.

But this was far from over.

The worn-out shoe in Xiao Tian’s hand kept spinning and smacking, spinning and smacking...

Again and again, it struck heavily on Jin Zaizhong’s buttocks.

Finally, at one point, Jin Zaizhong could no longer bear the excruciating pain and let down his hands to protect his butt.

Of course, Xiao Tian wouldn’t miss the opportunity, swinging the stinky shoe squarely onto his face.

Jin Zaizhong hurriedly went to cover his face, but Xiao Tian’s shoe once again landed on his butt.

This repeated several times until Jin Zaizhong was thoroughly dumbfounded, not knowing where to place his hands.

At this point, the rhythmic "pop pop" sound finally rang out again.

"Students, let’s open our throats and sing to our heart’s content!" Seeing Xiao Tian already in full swing, someone shouted loudly.

Subsequently, the loud and lofty national anthem resonated, especially at its climax.

All the Huaxia people present felt a surge of adrenaline, each looking at Xiao Tian on the field, their eyes burning hotter with admiration.

It was because of this person’s presence that they finally stood tall and proud, utterly trampling on the once arrogant and rampant Taekwondo Club.

From here on, this so-called Taekwondo Club was destined to collapse!

As the song reached its conclusion, Xiao Tian also stopped his actions.

At this moment, Jin Zaizhong was completely dazed from the smacking, his nose crooked, mouth split, and his small eyes swollen into slits, revealing no irises.

Xiao Tian looked down at him with satisfaction, spat, and said:

"Didn’t you say your Dahan country’s Taekwondo is the world’s strongest martial art?"

"Didn’t you say Huaxia Kungfu is rubbish?"

"Didn’t you call Huaxia people Sick Man of East Asia?"

"Now, do you have anything else to say?"

In one breath, four consecutive questions spilled from Xiao Tian’s mouth, expecting to render the opponent speechless and ashamed.

However, Jin Zaizhong, collapsed on the ground, whimpered as if he did have something to say.

"Damn, you still dare to be stubborn?" Xiao Tian raised his eyebrows, lifting the worn-out shoe to smack again.

But at this moment, he finally heard what the other party was saying.

"I... I never said those things, it... it was that Li Zailong next to me who said it!"

"What? It wasn’t you who said it?" Xiao Tian was dumbfounded, looking over at the Martial Arts Club.

He saw everyone with strange expressions, nodding in unison.

"Uh... seems like a mistake!" Xiao Tian couldn’t help but blush, but still smacked him a dozen more times before stopping.

Next to them, Li Zailong, who had just slowly woken up, immediately closed his eyes again when he saw this, "fainting" again.

"From today on, you’re not allowed to appear at this school, never appear in front of me again, or else, I’ll beat you every time I see you! Now get lost!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it will never appear again!" Jin Zaizhong felt as if he were pardoned, being carried out by his men in a wretched state.

The group left the Martial Arts Club, and Jin Zaizhong immediately changed his expression. He glanced back at Xiao Tian, who was surrounded by a cheering crowd, a trace of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

He said hatefully, "I will definitely take revenge for this grudge!"

"But President, this person’s strength is really too strong, none of us are a match for him," a student said resignedly.

"Hmph, we can’t deal with him, but there is someone who can! That’s my big brother Jin Taiyou!

In recent days, my big brother was invited to give lectures in Huaxia, and he happened to arrive in Shanghai today. I’ll go ask him to come!"

"President, your big brother Jin Taiyou is also in Shanghai?" Li Zailong suddenly spoke up. Hearing the words "Jin Taiyou," a wave of fear hit his heart.

He had already opened his eyes as soon as he was carried out of the Martial Arts Club.

"That’s right!" Jin Zaizhong nodded. If he hadn’t been beaten into a pig’s head by Xiao Tian, a strong sense of arrogance would surely be seen on his face.

"Jin Taiyou?" A little brother next to him was puzzled, obviously never having heard of the name.

"Hmph, with your insights, it’s no wonder you don’t know." Li Zailong’s expression was full of respect as he said, "He is one of the top ten Taekwondo masters in my great Republic of Korea."

"Once, at a Taekwondo exchange meeting, the President and I witnessed him personally tearing apart the arm of a Taekwondo gold medal champion!"

"Hiss—so cruel?" Hearing this, all the little brothers couldn’t help but change their color and took a cold breath.

"Hmph, my big brother has a violent temper, and his ferocity goes far beyond this. You’ll find out by then!" Jin Zaizhong snorted coldly.

"Alright, President, as long as big brother Jin Taiyou steps in personally, we can recover all the humiliation we suffered today!" Li Zailong was secretly delighted.

At the same time, he had already sentenced Xiao Tian to death.

...

Martial Arts Club.

Including President Yang Chao, everyone gathered around Xiao Tian and Le Yaoyao.

They already regarded Xiao Tian as a savior, respecting and admiring him from the bottom of their hearts.

Many shouted to apprentice themselves to Xiao Tian, and quite a few attractive female students clung to him, saying they wanted to "have his babies."

This made Xiao Tian’s mind ripple continuously.

If it weren’t for fear of Le Yaoyao tattling to Lin Bingxuan, Xiao Tian really wanted to find a private place with these beauties for a good chat about life, and have a deep exchange.

The crowd made a fuss for a while. Someone then suggested they go out for a feast to celebrate, which immediately got everyone’s support.

Xiao Tian was still thinking about his beautiful master and didn’t want to go, but was persistently pestered by Le Yaoyao, who didn’t let go until he reluctantly agreed to join.

The party finally decided on a restaurant "Fuxing Restaurant" not far from the school.

Fuxing Restaurant was a fairly well-known restaurant in Shanghai City.

The interior was lavishly decorated, and the dishes were comprehensive.

Dozens of people were divided into three tables, and they ate with great relish. During the meal, many people came to toast Xiao Tian continuously, grateful for what he had done today.

The atmosphere was extremely lively.

Just at this moment, Xiao Tian’s phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, Captain Jiang, what’s the matter?" It was Captain Jiang Chao calling.

"Xiao Tian, something big happened, you need to come to the police station immediately!" Jiang Chao’s urgent voice came over the phone.

Xiao Tian was about to ask what happened when Jiang Chao hastily hung up the call.

Xiao Tian’s expression changed slightly, his intuition telling him something significant must’ve occurred.

He hurriedly bid farewell to everyone, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to the police station.

**

On the other hand.

Jin Zaizhong, Li Zailong, and the others entered the Shanghai City Taekwondo Association.

In a practice room.

Including Jin Zaizhong, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe heavily.

In front of them stood an extraordinarily tall figure.

This person was nearly 1.9 meters tall, even half a head taller than Li Zailong.

His muscles were knotted, his physique particularly strong, like an iron tower.

Just by standing there, Jin Zaizhong and the others felt an immense pressure bearing down on them.

This person was precisely Jin Taiyou, one of Korea’s top ten Taekwondo masters!

"Speak, who is that person?" After a long silence, Jin Taiyou finally spoke.

"Big... big brother, this person is named Xiao Tian, his specific identity is unknown, I only know he seems to be the little maternal uncle of a student at our school’s Martial Arts Club."

Jin Zaizhong, trembling, added fuel to the fire: "This Xiao Tian is extremely arrogant, he said our great Korean Taekwondo is garbage, an inferior martial art, and that Huaxia Kung Fu is world-class!"

Bang!

With a loud crack, the solid ironwood table in front of Jin Taiyou was shattered into pieces.

He roared with rage, "Where are those people now?"

Li Zailong stepped forward and carefully said, "Big brother, it’s already figured out, they are at Fuxing Restaurant."

"Let’s go!" Without another word, Jin Taiyou led a large group of people, grandly heading to the destination.