Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 179. Lin Fan is angry!

"No, don’t, please don’t!"

"Mr. Jiang! I love Taekwondo! What happened just now was an accident, please give me another chance!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Mang’s face went pale with terror. Ignoring his injuries, he struggled to his feet. Facing Jiang Taizhong, he began to kowtow and weep desperately.

"Get lost! Our Goryeo Taekwondo does not accept trash as students!"

CRACK! CRACK!

With a grim expression, Liew Zhilong strode forward. He lifted his foot and kicked Fang Mang’s thigh twice with brutal force.

The latter let out a scream like a slaughtered pig and collapsed onto the ground. His legs were twisted into unnatural angles, his thigh bones clearly shattered.

THUD!

Two large, imposing male students grabbed the near-unconscious Fang Mang and tossed him out onto the street.

"Ah... ah, why are you doing this to me?!" he wailed from the street. "I ignored what everyone else thought of me and desperately defended you Goryeo! How could you be so cruel, so heartless?!"

On the street, Fang Mang’s eyes were bloodshot as he let out a resentful roar. He beat the ground furiously, looking as if he was about to lose his mind, just like an old dog abandoned by its master.

"Isn’t that one of the top ten students from the Extreme Speed Taekwondo Gym? How did he get thrown out?"

"Pathetic. He spent all his time groveling before those Goryeo dogs, and now he’s nothing but a stray."

"Pah! I say he deserved it! The other day, I just complained that those Goryeo guys were too loud, and he threatened me with his fists."

The commotion drew the attention of passersby, who stopped to stare and point. Neighboring shopkeepers peered out from their doorways, chattering amongst themselves. Some looked on with pity, while others just shook their heads. One man, his face contorted with hatred, spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground.

"Save me, please save me! I don’t want to die! I was wrong, I’ll never say a good word for those Goryeo dogs again..."

Fang Mang dragged his broken legs, leaving a bloody trail as he crawled along the side of the street. He pleaded hoarsely, but no one paid him any mind.

"You all see that? That’s the fate of a loser!"

Inside the Taekwondo Gym, Liew Zhilong withdrew his gaze from the door and glared fiercely at the Daxia students. They looked at each other, their expressions complicated, wanting to speak but holding back.

We paid so much in tuition just to be pointed at and called trash? Not to mention, Fang Mang was a star student among us. But just because he lost to Lin Fan, he was thrown away like garbage! At that moment, a complex mix of emotions washed over the dozens of Daxia students, and they all began to feel a sense of regret.

"Alright, if you can’t handle losing, then all of you can come at me at once," Lin Fan said, looking away from the door with a slight frown.

Clearly, this bunch of Goryeo dogs is making a mountain out of a molehill, just venting their frustration. They’re deliberately humiliating Fang Mang, a fellow Daxia person, right in front of us. An inexplicable anger rose in his heart. Lin Fan glanced at the Daxia students standing awkwardly in the corner. How stupid do you have to be to keep licking the boots of these Goryeo dogs? Very well, then don’t blame me for being ruthless. I’ll let you all see just how pathetically weak your precious Goryeo Taekwondo truly is!

His jaw muscles clenched silently. Lin Fan’s gaze grew cold; he was getting angry.

"Lost? How did we lose? Fang Mang was just making a fool of himself. We never agreed to let that piece of trash represent the gym!" the now-composed Kim Sooeun scoffed, a cunning glint in her eyes.

"Miss Kim is right! It’s not that our Goryeo Taekwondo is lacking, but that you Daxia people have inferior genetics!" the hall manager chimed in, his chubby face flushing with smugness. "Despite receiving Director Liew’s careful instruction, you’re still so pathetic. It just proves you Daxia people are rotten wood that can’t be carved!"

"Yeah, they were always faking it, and now their true colors are showing!"

"Damn it! I told you Daxia people are unfit to learn Taekwondo! Only our superior Goryeo race can make it flourish!"

Many of the Taekwondo experts nearby chimed in, scoffing and shouting their agreement.

"Oh, so you’re just going to shamelessly deny the result of the first match, is that it?" Xia Bingbing let out an exasperated laugh, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Shit, could you Goryeo people be any more shameless!" Fatty Chu bellowed, jumping in fury.

Master Yang and the other two shook their heads in disdain, their faces filled with contempt. They had long heard of Goryeo’s shameless behavior, how they repeatedly cheated in international competitions. Sometimes, they were so ruthless they would even backstab their own people. It wasn’t until they witnessed it with their own eyes that they realized the rumors were entirely true.

"Enough crap. If you want to continue, you’ll play by our rules!" Liew Zhilong’s face was grim as he waved his hand fiercely. "Zhixun, you’re up! Teach him a harsh lesson!"

"Yes, Teacher! Rest assured, I’ll make these Daxia people submit to the superiority of our Goryeo Taekwondo!" a stout Goryeo man replied, stepping forward and bowing deeply to Liew Zhilong.

Turning his head, He Zhixun sneered at Lin Fan, cracking his thick knuckles. "Come on. Don’t say we Goryeo bully you. I’ll even let you have the first move!"

He straightened up and beckoned Lin Fan over with a gesture one might use for a dog. The humiliating motion sent Kim Sooeun and the others into fits of raucous laughter.

A mocking smile played on Lin Fan’s lips. "You’ll regret that for the rest of your life." The fury in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

BOOM!

The floor shook as he shot toward He Zhixun like a human cannonball.

"Gasp... Damn it! Wait, hold on, I’m not ready yet!"

A figure flashed like lightning as a fierce wind assaulted his face. In an instant, He Zhixun’s smile froze, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out of their sockets. He gasped, sick with regret and wishing he could slap himself. I knew Lin Fan had some skill, but I never expected him to be this ferocious!

Terrified, He Zhixun screamed for him to stop, unable to muster an ounce of courage to fight back.

CRACK! CRACK!

Just as he gritted his teeth and turned to flee, he found Lin Fan was already pressed up against him—so close he could feel the man’s heavy breathing.

He Zhixun’s groin tightened, and he nearly wet himself in fear. His eyes were frantic. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Lin Fan sent him screaming into the air with a single slap.

With a grim face, Lin Fan followed up with a volley of swift kicks. He juggled the screaming He Zhixun in the air like a soccer ball, sending him up and down. The sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed relentlessly through the hall.

"Enough! Stop!" Liew Zhilong roared, his face as ghastly as if he’d swallowed a dead fly. He could no longer stand by and watch as He Zhixun was kicked to the verge of death, spitting up mouthfuls of blood.

"So, how about it? Do you concede?" Xia Bingbing challenged before Lin Fan could speak.

"Yeah, do you concede?!" Fatty Chu chimed in, realizing what she was doing. "Don’t you go fucking cheating and backing out again!"

I really underestimated Lin Fan before. The guy might be annoying, but damn, what he does is satisfying as hell! As his pent-up frustration vented, Fatty Chu started to find Lin Fan much less disagreeable.

"Hmph. Fine... I suppose you can consider this round your win," the hall manager said through gritted teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

I have no choice. He Zhixun isn’t just the fifth-ranked Goryeo student here; he’s also related to the prestigious Kim family. If Lin Fan kills him in public, it’ll cause huge trouble!

"Is this the ’superior race’ you were all talking about?"

THUD!

After getting their concession, Lin Fan smiled. With a flick of his toe, he sent the broken form of He Zhixun flying toward Liew Zhilong and his cohort. His demeanor was so nonchalant, it was as if he were just kicking away a bag of trash.

"In my opinion, this so-called world’s number one bullshit Goryeo Taekwondo is nothing special."

Amidst the shocked and furious glares of the Taekwondo Gym members, Lin Fan coolly pulled out a pack of wet wipes. He took one out, carefully wiped the bloodstains off his leather shoes, and then tossed the wipe away with a look of utter disgust.

"WHO! ELSE?!"

Ignoring the shocked and pale faces of the crowd, Lin Fan channeled energy from his Dantian and swept his gaze across the room. His overwhelming aura, like that of a God of Killing descended to the mortal realm, suppressed all in his presence.