Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 190: The Best Disciple

Outside the glass doors of the Taekwondo dojo, Wu Tian and Lin Zhan watched quietly. To Lin Zhan, a little girl who could kill a super Corpse Turtle would have no problem defeating the master of a Taekwondo dojo.

Dragon Country was developing at a rapid pace, showing signs of "the lion awakening as the dragon rises." People from Stick Country, Fusang, and many other nations came here to do business. However, they lacked gratitude and showed no respect for the land. For instance, some entertainers from Stick Country earned a fortune in Dragon Country only to go home and claim the people of Dragon Country were stupid, remarking that one should just go to Dragon Country whenever they needed money.

These Taekwondo and Karate dojos were another example. While teaching their respective martial arts, they would simultaneously belittle the National Arts. They even challenged some National Arts dojos, foolishly believing that defeating a few schools meant they had defeated the National Arts entirely. Afterward, they would boast obnoxiously, which was incredibly irritating.

Jin Xishan shot a cold glance at his disciples, and they immediately fell silent. Still, their eyes shone with encouragement for the little girl. Though small, she had already become their goddess.

"Stick Empire, Taekwondo. I await your instruction," Jin Xishan said slowly, standing before the little girl after performing a formal martial arts salute.

"Dragon Country, Mountain-Splitting Strength. I await your instruction," the little girl replied. She didn’t understand what he was doing but mimicked him seriously, performing a similar salute. Then, she took the large jar off her back and asked, "Can I use this as a weapon?"

"No problem," Jin Xishan agreed cheerfully. He glanced at the pickled vegetables still inside the large jar and laughed to himself. A jar of pickles? I could shatter that with a single kick! Go ahead and use it. What does a Martial Artist of the Stick Empire like me have to fear?

"Good," the little girl said, her eyes narrowing into a smile.

Seeing her smile, Jin Xishan suddenly had an ominous premonition. He stared at the little girl intently before exhaling slowly. I must be overthinking things. Me? A dignified Martial Artist of the Stick Empire, nervous about some kid’s trump card or Unique Skill? How absurd.

Finally, the match began. In an instant, Jin Xishan’s eyes grew sharp. Taekwondo is a Martial Arts Technique that primarily utilizes leg strikes. In a real fight, nimble footwork is crucial to unleashing the full power of one’s kicks and achieving victory.

Jin Xishan took a step forward, his other foot whipping swiftly toward the little girl with far more agility, power, and momentum than his students had shown. It was a graceful kick.

Faced with his attack, the little girl showed no intention of dodging. This made the disciples of the Taekwondo dojo grow worried.

"Master, please, don’t hurt her."

"Master, if you hurt her, I’ll hate you forever!"

"Master, hurting her is like killing me! Boo-hoo-hoo..."

An uproar erupted among them. Jin Xishan wanted to cry but had no tears. I’ve been with these disciples for two or three years, yet in their eyes, I can’t compare to a little girl they just met.

Still, his kick showed no mercy. She didn’t need his mercy. She lifted the large jar and simply swung it at him. It was a crude attack, like bludgeoning someone with a giant boulder. In the next moment, the jar collided with Jin Xishan’s leg. A formidable force erupted on impact. CRACK! The sound of splintering bone echoed through the dojo.

"Ah!"

Jin Xishan had never felt such pain in his entire life. As the saying goes, a man does not cry easily, but only because the pain has not yet struck deep enough! This agony pierced him to the marrow, causing him to instantly clutch his leg, fall to the ground, and begin to wail as he rolled around in torment.

Seeing the little girl actually defeat their teacher, the disciples erupted into a stunned uproar. Their jaws dropped, finding it impossible to believe the scene before them. Their goddess was... she was just too incredible.

"Goddess, you’re so amazing!"

"Yeah, little sister... may I ask if your father is here? I’d like... I’d like to propose marriage," a nine-year-old boy said.

"Get lost! You’re still a kid, how can you think about that?" a ten-year-old boy scolded before turning to the little girl. "I’m already grown up. Let me ask your father for your hand."

"You’re too young, too," the eleven, twelve, thirteen, and fourteen-year-old boys all protested.

"Shut up!" the little girl snapped coldly, seeing them bickering.

Instantly, the boys fell silent.

"Where’s the Karate dojo? Take me there," the little girl said nonchalantly, shouldering the large jar once more. This display of casual confidence only made her young admirers more infatuated.

"I’ll take you!"

"No, let me! I know where it is."

"I know, too."

"I know a shortcut!"

Led by her new entourage, the little girl headed toward the Karate dojo. Only one disciple remained behind, looking at Jin Xishan collapsed on the floor.

"Master," the boy called out weakly.

Jin Xishan was heartbroken. So many disciples, and they had all abandoned him just like that. But he still felt a flicker of comfort. At least one had stayed for him.

"Master, please teach me," the disciple said weakly again.

"You... from now on, you will be my... Direct Disciple. Whatever you want to learn, I’ll... I’ll teach you," Jin Xishan said, gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his leg.

This disciple had stayed behind for him in this situation. Jin Xishan believed this boy must be extraordinary and worthy of being entrusted with all his Unique Skills.

"I want... I want to ask you to teach me how to pick up girls."

What? Jin Xishan thought he must have misheard.

"What... what did you just say?" he asked again in disbelief.

"I like her, but all those other guys went with her, and... I was scared. So... Teacher, teach me... teach me how to pick up girls," the boy said in a hushed tone.

"Get out!" Jin Xishan roared. He never imagined things would turn out like this. He felt absolutely miserable.

The boy, startled by Jin Xishan’s outburst, scurried away. "What’s his problem?" he muttered as he left. "If you don’t know how to do it, just say so. Why yell at me? He can’t win a fight, and he doesn’t even know how to impress girls. What can he possibly teach me?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Hearing this, Jin Xishan felt the blood rush to his head. His vision went black, and he fainted.

「At the Karate dojo.」

Reporters had already arrived.

"Mr. Yamaguchi, are you confident about your upcoming match with the Taekwondo dojo?" a reporter asked, camera focused on Yamaguchi Masanao, the master of the Karate dojo. He was a descendant of Yamaguchi Makoto. In his time, there were seven great martial artists in the world, and both Bruce Lee and Yamaguchi Makoto were among them.

Yamaguchi Masanao smiled for the camera. "I am confident. Karate is the world’s strongest martial art. Taekwondo is formidable, but it’s no match for Karate. Soon, I will defeat Jin Xishan and prove to the world that Fusang Karate is invincible."