novelapdf Chapter 103 The Martial Arts Association's Recruitment is a Disaster!
Chapter 103 The Martial Arts Association's Recruitment is a Disaster!
The recruitment event for the Hundred Regiments Battle at Jiangzhou University turned into a one-man show by the Martial Arts Association.
In the very center of the playground, the Wushu Association's booth was packed with people, with a long queue stretching from one end of the playground to the other.
In contrast, the Taekwondo, Sanda, and Boxing clubs next door had deserted booths, with no one asking questions, and the club presidents all had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.
Ma Xiaodong was wearing a T-shirt with the words "Martial Arts Association" printed on it. He was holding a megaphone and shouting until his voice was hoarse, but his face was beaming with joy.
Don't miss out! Jiangzhou University Wushu Association is officially recruiting!
"Lu Jingchen will personally teach you! He'll guide you step-by-step through authentic traditional martial arts!"
"Learning this will allow you to defend yourself and look cool at the same time—a surefire way to find a girlfriend, guys!"
Shi Lei sat behind the table, busily collecting membership fees and registering information, his pen almost flying off the page.
He looked up, wiped his sweat, and shouted at Ma Xiaodong:
"Dongzi! Stop shouting! We've run out of registration forms again! Go print fifty more!"
"We've already received over 800 signatures! At this rate, we won't have enough training space!"
Li Mo, carrying a stack of martial arts association flyers, weaved through the crowd, grinning from ear to ear:
"Don't worry, don't worry! Brother Lu has already spoken to the school about the venue, and they've approved the entire third floor of the gymnasium for us!"
"We'll have our own training hall now! It's ten times bigger than that shabby Taekwondo club's place!"
The students queuing around them instantly erupted in excitement, each one bursting with enthusiasm.
"Holy crap! The third floor of the gymnasium? That's the biggest space on campus!"
"Brother Lu is getting way too much influence! The school actually approved the third floor for him!"
"I knew joining the martial arts association was the right decision! Following Brother Lu will definitely be a win-win situation!"
Just as things were getting lively, a screeching sound of brakes came from the entrance of the playground.
A black SUV suddenly stopped at the side of the road, the door opened, and several muscular men wearing black vests got out.
The leader was 1.9 meters tall, with arms thicker than an average person's thigh, a hideous scar on his face, and a ferocious look in his eyes.
It was Wang Hu, the president of the boxing club at Jiangzhou University of Physical Education and a seeded player in the National College Boxing Championships.
Wang Hu led his men through the crowd and walked straight to the martial arts association's booth.
He kicked over the table next to him, scattering the registration forms all over the floor.
The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent, and everyone's attention was focused on Wang Hu.
Ma Xiaodong instantly exploded, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush forward:
"What are you doing?! Are you deliberately picking a fight?"
"Do you know whose territory this is? Lu Jingchen's Martial Arts Association! How dare you cause trouble here?"
Wang Hu scoffed, completely disregarding Ma Xiaodong.
He spat, crossed his arms, surveyed the room, and spoke with extreme arrogance:
"Lu Jingchen? That's the kid who beat Zhang Feng with tricks?"
"What traditional martial arts? It's all just a bunch of scams!"
"That only works on naive college students like you!"
These words immediately caused an uproar in the room.
The students queuing to register were furious, pointing at Wang Hu and cursing him:
"What nonsense are you spouting! Brother Lu defeated the national Sanda runner-up in one move yesterday!"
"Exactly! Who do you think you are? How dare you slander traditional martial arts here!"
"Get out of here! Or we'll get rough with you!"
Wang Hu's mockery deepened, and he pointed to the several burly men behind him:
"You're welcome? What can you do to me?"
"Let me tell you, I'm Wang Hu from the Jiangzhou University of Physical Education's boxing club, a top seed in the National University Boxing Championships!"
"That piece of trash Zhang Feng couldn't even last three moves against me, let alone that Lu Jingchen!"
He took a step forward, his fierce gaze sweeping across the entire room:
"I'm here today to expose his scam!"
"Traditional martial arts? All just fancy moves! When it comes to real fighting, you have to look to boxing!"
"If Lu Jingchen has any guts, come out and fight me! If not, then hurry up and disband this lousy association!"
"Who says I wouldn't dare?"
A soft voice came from behind the crowd, instantly drowning out all the noise.
Lu Jingchen, holding Su Muyue's hand, slowly walked out from the crowd.
He remained calm, not even lifting his eyelids, as if the person standing in front of him was not a boxing champion, but a barking dog.
Wang Hu glanced at Lu Jingchen, looking him up and down, a hint of disdain on his face:
"You're Lu Jingchen? You don't look like much, all delicate and fair-skinned."
"I thought he was some kind of superhuman, but he's just a pretty boy."
Su Muyue's face turned red with anger, and she couldn't help but speak:
"Watch your mouth!"
"If you've got the guts, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!"
Wang Hu glanced at Su Muyue, a lewd smile spreading across his face:
"Wow, the little girl is quite pretty."
"Why are you following such a good-for-nothing? Why don't you come with me? I'll teach you boxing, I guarantee it'll be much better than his lousy traditional martial arts."
Lu Jingchen's eyes instantly turned cold. He shielded Su Muyue behind him and stared coldly at Wang Hu:
"What did you just say?"
Seeing that Lu Jingchen was angry, Wang Hu laughed even more smugly.
"I said you're trash! Traditional martial arts are garbage! What? You disagree?"
"If you're not satisfied, then fight me! If you can beat me, I'll kowtow and apologize to you in front of everyone!"
"If you lose, disband the martial arts association and get out of Jiangzhou University!"
Lu Jingchen nodded and said:
"Okay, I promise."
"However, I'll add a condition: if you lose, you and your people must get out of Jiangzhou University and never set foot here again."
Wang Hu burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over:
"No problem! Forget about getting out of Jiangzhou University, I'll do anything for you, even be your slave!"
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"
The surrounding students instantly erupted in excitement, retreating and clearing a large area of space.
"They're fighting! They're finally going to fight!"
"Go, Brother Lu! Take down this arrogant guy!"
"Let him know how powerful traditional martial arts are!"
Wang Hu flexed his wrists, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.
He walked to the center of the field and beckoned to Lu Jingchen with his finger:
"Come on, pretty boy, let me see what your so-called traditional martial arts are all about!"
Lu Jingchen strolled leisurely to the center of the field, his hands still in his pockets, without even striking a pose.
Wang Hu was even more furious when he saw him like this:
"Arrogant! You're asking for death!"
Before he finished speaking, Wang Hu suddenly exerted force with his feet, and charged out like a tiger.
He was incredibly fast, his fist whistling through the air as it slammed into Lu Jingchen's face.
This punch concentrated all his strength; he could even punch through a thick wooden board.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the scene.
Su Muyue clenched her fists nervously, her heart pounding in her throat.
Just as Wang Hu's fist was about to strike Lu Jingchen, Lu Jingchen finally moved.
He slowly extended his right hand, using only two fingers to gently pinch it.
A soft "click" sounded.
Wang Hu's powerful punch was actually caught in mid-air by Lu Jingchen using two fingers.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg, their faces filled with disbelief.
Wang Hu was dumbfounded. He felt as if his fist was sandwiched between two steel plates, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.
"How is that possible?!"
Wang Hu screamed, his face filled with utter horror.
"That's absolutely impossible! How could you catch my fist with just two fingers?!"
Lu Jingchen's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he tightened his grip slightly.
"Snap—!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, echoing throughout the entire playground.
Lu Jingchen actually crushed Wang Hu's finger bones!
"ah--!"
Wang Hu let out a piercing scream, his face turning pale with pain, and his vest was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He tried to pull his fist back, but Lu Jingchen's fingers were like iron clamps, firmly gripping his hand.
Looking at his pained expression, Lu Jingchen said indifferently:
"Now do you still think traditional martial arts are trash?"
Wang Hu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only grit his teeth and glare fiercely at Lu Jingchen.
Lu Jingchen chuckled and casually tossed it aside.
Wang Hu was thrown several meters away like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground.
He clutched his crushed hand, rolling on the ground in agony, screaming incessantly.
The students from the sports university who came with Wang Hu were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they stood still, not daring to step forward.
Lu Jingchen glanced at them and said coldly:
"Take him and get out."
"Remember your promise, never set foot on Jiangzhou University again."
Those men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, rushed over, helped Wang Hu up from the ground, and slunk away.
As he ran, Wang Hu didn't forget to turn back and utter a vicious threat:
"Lu Jingchen! You just wait!"
"My master is Li Gang, the coach of the national boxing team! He'll personally take care of you at the national championships in three months!"
"Just wait until you're completely ruined!"
Lu Jingchen smiled dismissively, not taking his words to heart at all.
He turned to the stunned students around him and said calmly:
"Anyone else who thinks traditional martial arts are just for show can come up and try it now."
"I'm available anytime."
The entire room was completely silent; not a single person dared to speak.
A few seconds later, someone shouted "Lu Jingchen is awesome!" which instantly ignited the entire audience.
"Lu Jingchen is awesome! Traditional martial arts are awesome!"
"That was awesome! He crushed a boxing champion's fist with just two fingers!"
"I want to sign up! I want to learn traditional martial arts!"
The already long queue instantly grew even longer.
Ma Xiaodong jumped up excitedly and shouted through a megaphone:
"Don't push! One at a time! Everyone can sign up!"
"Following Brother Lu to learn martial arts is definitely the right choice!"
In less than an hour, the number of people who signed up for the martial arts association exceeded one thousand.
This set a new record for the highest number of new members recruited by a student organization in the history of Jiangzhou University.
Looking at Ma Xiaodong and the others who were extremely busy, Su Muyue smiled and said to Lu Jingchen:
"I didn't expect so many people to sign up. Our martial arts association is really growing stronger now."
Lu Jingchen nodded, gazing at the distant sky, his eyes growing deep.
"This is just the beginning."
"At the national competition three months from now, I want the whole country to know that traditional martial arts have never declined."
Su Muyue looked at his determined profile, her eyes filled with admiration:
"I believe in you, you can do it."
Lu Jingchen turned to look at her, smiled, and reached out to ruffle her hair.
The sunlight shone on the two of them, warm and beautiful.
But no one knew that an even greater crisis was quietly approaching.
Li Gang, Wang Hu's master and coach of the national boxing team, was furious when he learned that his student had been beaten.
He has already contacted the organizing committee of the national competition, preparing to give Lu Jingchen a "surprise" on the field.
Lu Jingchen didn't care at all. He knew that no matter what kind of opponent he encountered, he could defeat them one by one.
Let's prove to everyone with our strength that the era of traditional martial arts has returned.