Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 148 Shadowless Kick

Huang Ming decided to make his move. The Huang Family wasn’t just known for its Shadowless Leg; it also possessed other Martial Skills, such as the Tiger-Crane Dual Form Fist.

Huang Ming clenched his fists, and his entire aura instantly transformed.

Wu Tian naturally noticed Huang Ming, but he merely smiled and paid him no heed. Wu Tian didn’t consider such a Realm or such Martial Skills to be worth his notice.

The little one felt the same. Huang Ming’s fists don’t look all that formidable.

But the others didn’t think so.

Xiao Tianzan spoke in a low voice to Xia Qian, "It seems this person is the next Head of the Huang Family. The family is flourishing at present, with many descendants. However, only the Family Head is qualified for martial Cultivation. Furthermore, ever since Huang Feihong, every successive Head of the Huang Family has held a seat among the Seven Saints of Dragon Country."

"But there’s a saying that even a great father can have a worthless son, right?" the little one blinked her big eyes, suddenly fixing her gaze on Xiao Tianzan as she spoke.

Xiao Tianzan was taken aback, unsure how to respond. The Huang Family was indeed declining with each generation, but it wasn’t appropriate for him to say such a thing.

At that moment, Huang Ming was already advancing on the group of Koreans.

"Today, I shall expel you all from here! Remember this, and do not show your faces before the people of my Bao Zhiling again!"

Huang Ming had already thrown a punch. His fist carried a fierce momentum, truly seeming to possess the ferocity of a tiger and the grace of a soaring crane.

But among the Koreans, the most lavishly dressed one shook his head and said, "Martial Skills, in fact, originated in my Korea."

"That’s right. Bodhidharma was actually from Korea. It’s a pity the world is still unaware of this."

"Zhang Sanfeng has ties with Korea as well."

"You don’t believe it? Then let us show you what we’re made of."

After exchanging glances, the Koreans also moved toward Huang Ming, and the two sides clashed at once.

After more than a dozen exchanges, Huang Ming still couldn’t defeat them. He stepped back several paces, his brow furrowed. "You know Martial Skills?"

"All Martial Skills under heaven originate from Shaolin. You have that saying in Dragon Country, don’t you?" one of the Koreans said with a smile.

Another shook his head. "Actually, you’re all mistaken. That saying was modified. The original version is... all Martial Skills under heaven come from Korea."

"What? What nonsense are these Koreans spouting?"

"Utter nonsense! This is too much!"

Hearing this, the People of Dragon Country in the AK47 Restaurant could no longer contain their furious indignation.

"My gosh, why are you People of Dragon Country so angry? You’re angry because you haven’t properly studied Confucianism. You haven’t mastered the cultivation of character it teaches. But this is no surprise. After all, Confucianism originated in my Korea."

The Koreans continued their arrogant tirade. The most lavishly dressed among them pointed at Huang Ming and said, "The fact you can’t beat us proves you haven’t learned thoroughly. If you want to truly master Martial Skills, come to Korea."

"You scoundrels!" Huang Ming bellowed, his face contorted with rage. But he also realized this was an opportunity.

Why did Huang Feihong become famous? Because he performed many chivalrous deeds that benefited the people.

Why did Huo Yuanjia become famous? Because he defeated Fusang warriors and foreign strongmen.

Huang Ming felt that a similar chance to make a name for himself was now laid before him. He immediately struck a dashing pose and said coolly, "It seems I have no choice but to use my Shadowless Kick."

"The Shadowless Kick?"

As soon as Huang Ming spoke these words, everyone was visibly shaken, their faces full of surprise. To them, the Shadowless Kick was legendary. None had seen it, but all had heard of its fame. The name "Shadowless Kick" was as resounding as the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon or the Pegasus Meteor Fist; even children would sometimes shout it out during their play-fights.

However, Huang Ming’s imposing aura made it clear he was being deadly serious. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, yet he deliberately delayed his attack. He was waiting. Everyone has something they enjoy. For some, it’s eating roast duck. For others, it’s sleeping in all day. But for Huang Ming, the greatest pleasure was being watched with eyes full of shock and admiration. He was waiting for the crowd’s astonishment to reach its peak. He felt that if he made his move then, it would undoubtedly take the wave of shock to an entirely new level.

"In our Dragon Country, the Hundred Schools of Thought led to sectarianism, and many Martial Skills were lost. This Shadowless Kick is a rare gem among what remains," Xiao Tianzan whispered. "Now that he’s using it, victory is assured."

"I don’t believe it." Wu Tian remained silent, but the little one shook her head vigorously.

Xiao Tianzan chuckled. The little one might be Mr. Wu Tian’s daughter, but she seems too young. She hasn’t learned her father’s skills.

"Gugu, I’m telling you the truth!" Xiao Tianzan said.

"If you’re wrong, then from now on, you have to call me ’Big Sister’ whenever you see me," the little one said, suddenly struck by an idea.

Xiao Tianzan was speechless, his face darkening. Before he could respond, the little one declared, "Silence is consent. Alright, I’ll take that as a yes."

The dark lines on Xiao Tianzan’s face grew longer and more numerous. He was sure he wouldn’t be wrong, though, and failed to notice the playful smile that touched the corners of Wu Tian’s mouth.

"Shadowless Kick!"

Finally, a fierce glint flashed in Huang Ming’s eyes as he executed the technique. Channeling his Inner Strength into his legs, he swept them fiercely toward the Koreans. His legs struck out continuously, moving so fast they seemed to leave no shadow. The whistling wind they stirred was enough to impress any witness.

"Not bad."

"A pity. All Martial Skills under heaven come from Korea."

The Koreans, however, remained eerily composed. They charged forward together, unleashing their Taekwondo. Some performed it with immense power, while others executed it with a sense of gentleness. This group, combining both hard and soft styles, demonstrated a rare mastery of Taekwondo, each with their own unique interpretation.

Finally, their moves clashed with Huang Ming’s Shadowless Kick.

A smile touched Huang Ming’s lips. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. My day of renown has finally arrived, and I’m about to rise to fame just like my ancestor Huang Feihong. I know Xia Qian must be watching. I want her to fall in love with me because of my gallant display. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Just as these thoughts preoccupied him, he suddenly felt a surge of Inner Strength, like a tidal wave, emanating from the Koreans.

What?

Huang Ming’s expression changed drastically.

Then, the patrons of the AK47 Restaurant saw his body get flung through the air like a kite with a snapped string, before he crashed to the ground and ate dirt.

"Did you see that?" one of the Koreans shouted, scanning the crowd arrogantly. "Yes, did you all see? All Martial Skills under heaven come from Korea! Korea is invincible! If you want to learn real Martial Skills, come to Korea!"

Afterward, they continued their advance toward Wu Tian and Xia Qian. They were determined to bring the person who had concocted the Herbal Essence back to Korea. In their minds, anything good should belong to Korea.