Lin Feng, who had already left, knew nothing of Huang Qiming's thoughts.
As for whether A-Bao would manage to slap himself fifty times, Lin Feng cared even less.
In Lin Feng's view, there was no deep-seated hatred between him and Huang Qiming; a minor punishment was quite enough.
Jogging along the street for half an hour, Lin Feng finally stopped at an open-air park and leisurely began to practice his boxing.
This was his habit.
Whenever he encountered certain matters, Lin Feng always used boxing to calm his mind.
"Back then, eleven members of the Lin Family were buried in a sea of flames, and to this day there is not the slightest clue as to who carried it out."
As his fists punched through the air, Lin Feng's thoughts raced rapidly. "Yet one thing is certain: the person who made a move back then was definitely no ordinary person! After all, being able to breach the Lin Family's security without being detected is not something an average person could achieve."
"Trying to dig out the perpetrator is no different from searching for a needle in a haystack. Since that is the case, I might as well let the true mastermind know of my existence and come looking for me of their own accord!"
"Only by doing so might there be a chance to avenge the bloody debt owed to the Lin Family!"
A sharp glint suddenly flashed across Lin Feng's eyes.
Though he did not know why the true mastermind had targeted the Lin Family back then—and even gone so far as to wipe out the entire household—one thing was certain: if the other party discovered that someone from the Lin Family had survived, they would certainly not remain indifferent.
And as long as the other party showed themselves, Lin Feng was confident he had the absolute certainty to make them stay permanently!
After all, the reason he had spent so many years training diligently under his master in the mountains was precisely to exact revenge!
"Hoo..."
Exhaling a long breath, Lin Feng smoothly delivered his final punch.
With the swing of his arm, a fierce sound of tearing air rang out in midair.
And right at that moment.
Not far away, a loud shout of praise suddenly rang out.
"Fine boxing! Young man, I never expected that at such a young age, your form is truly impressive!"
Hearing this, Lin Feng paused for a fraction of a second and instinctively turned his head to look.
Behind him, a young woman wearing a white martial arts uniform was supporting a white-haired old man.
Trailing closely behind the two of them was a burly, powerfully built man wearing sunglasses.
"Young man, if this old man sees it right, the routine you just executed was Taijiquan, wasn't it?"
Seeing Lin Feng look over, the old man chuckled, cupped his fists toward Lin Feng, and said amiably, "You have a good eye, old sir. It is indeed Taijiquan." Lin Feng nodded slightly and returned the greeting with cupped fists as well.
"Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer young people willing to delve into martial arts like you."
The old man shook his head with a sigh, then glanced sideways at the young woman, and said with a huff, "Xiaorou, you should learn from him! I've said it before, the things passed down by our ancestors are extraordinary; they are simply not something your Taekwondo can compare to!"
As he spoke, the old man pointed toward Lin Feng ahead of them and continued, "Take the routine this young man just performed, for instance. That is our Dragon Kingdom's Taijiquan, passed down through many generations! In terms of history, it can practically be considered the ancestor of Taekwondo!"
Seeing that the old man seemed intent on using him as an example to educate the younger generation, Lin Feng could not help but laugh in spite of himself.
Although the old man looked wealthy and prominent, Lin Feng really had no intention of striking up a casual acquaintance with him.
Giving the old man another polite bow with cupped fists, Lin Feng prepared to leave.
Yet just as Lin Feng turned around, the young woman supporting the old man let out a light huff.
"Grandfather, stop lecturing! Times are different now!"
The young woman said coquettishly, "I've looked into all those martial arts you mentioned before—they just have better-looking postures. When it comes to actual combat, they simply can't compare to Taekwondo! Take that Taijiquan you just talked about, for example; every punch is so soft and limp. If you really went up into a ring like that, you'd just be a human punching bag!"
"You..." The old man's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as if he wanted to say something.
The young woman merely giggled, shook the old man's arm, and said, "Grandfather, don't be angry. Everything I'm saying is true! Historically speaking, the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom are indeed long-standing, but when it comes to actual combat, they really aren't all that impressive, right, Uncle Jie?"
The burly man standing behind the old man nodded slightly and said, "The young lady's words aren't entirely wrong. Nowadays, various martial arts in the Dragon Kingdom are mostly performance-based. In terms of actual combat, they truly fall short compared to Taekwondo, combat sports, and other forms of mixed martial arts."
Seeing that Uncle Jie concurred, the smile on the young woman's face immediately deepened even further.
"Grandfather, you heard him, didn't you? I wasn't just talking nonsense! You know Uncle Jie's skills; even he says so. From now on, you should stop trying to make me practice those showy routines."
Seeing his own granddaughter acting as though Dragon Kingdom martial arts were nothing special, the old man wanted to refute her, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly and shake his head.
Lin Feng, who had originally intended to leave, abruptly halted his steps.
Dragon Kingdom martial arts are no good?
When it comes to actual combat, they can't beat Taekwondo?
What a joke!
You must know that any martial art capable of surviving the test of time in the long river of history has stood out precisely through life-and-death combat!
The reason they have fallen into decline today is, on the one hand, because those practicing them are half-baked, and on the other hand, because of the current social environment.
After all, winning a fight means going to prison, while losing means a hospital stay—that isn't just an empty saying.
Over time, the martial arts passed down naturally took on a predominantly performance-based nature.
Yet this by no means implies that Dragon Kingdom martial arts are weak!
A sharp gleam flashed across Lin Feng's eyes at that moment.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon the young woman, and said indifferently, "To say that Dragon Kingdom martial arts are no good in actual combat—that is where you are wrong. The reason you think Dragon Kingdom martial arts amount to nothing is simply because you have never laid eyes on a true master."
Lin Feng said softly, "In front of a true martial arts master, whatever Taekwondo or combat sports you speak of are no different from mere flashy kicks and punches."
Hearing this, the smile blooming on the young woman's face instantly vanished.
She gave Lin Feng a cold look from head to toe and said, "Oh? Judging by what you're saying, could it be that you consider yourself some kind of martial arts master?"
Before Lin Feng could reply, the young woman sneered and continued, "I remember there's a saying: 'actions speak louder than words.' If you truly believe Dragon Kingdom martial arts are extraordinary, why don't we have a match and see for ourselves?"
"If you win, I will admit that my previous view was wrong. But if you lose..." She paused, "Then honestly face reality and stop spouting nonsense here."
Clearly, in the young woman's eyes, the only reason Lin Feng had spoken up with criticism was ultimately because he could not bear hearing others say that Dragon Kingdom martial arts were inadequate.
She had already encountered this sort of situation quite a few times before.
Those who practiced Dragon Kingdom martial arts possessed very little real skill, yet each and every one of them was arrogant, believing themselves to be number one under heaven.
Yet once they actually stepped into the ring, they were no different from human punching bags—simply laughable to the extreme.