Chapter 536: Kung Fu Soccer!
GULP!
Zhu Qi forcefully swallowed as cold sweat streamed down his forehead. The big man in sunglasses was the strongest expert his family’s elder had hired. According to the man, as long as no Grandmaster intervened, he was invincible.
Invincible my ass! He was just sent flying with a single kick, and we don’t even know if he’s dead or alive. Invincible? Are you kidding me?
Lin Mu’s words made his heart tighten even more.
Try it? How could I try? I don’t know any martial arts. Forget about Lin Mu, who sent that expert flying with one kick—I couldn’t even beat an ordinary person. I’ve spent all my energy on women these past few years, leaving my body completely drained.
"I..." Zhu Qi’s face twitched as he forced a dry laugh. "I... I was just joking. Yeah, just joking..."
"Joking?" Xie Dingtian stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Qi by the collar, sneering, "Who the hell do you think you are, joking with Young Master Mu? Are you tired of living?"
"Get lost! Let go of me!" Xie Dingtian was incredibly strong, and Zhu Qi was unable to break free. He could only roar, "My brother is a lieutenant at the Southeast Military Academy! If you dare to touch me, I’ll make sure you regret it!"
"What?" Li Dajiao’s expression changed drastically. He quickly held Xie Dingtian back, saying, "Elder Xie, stop!"
Pulled away by Li Dajiao, Xie Dingtian said impatiently, "Li Dajiao, what the hell are you doing? Don’t stop me, or I’ll get pissed at you!"
Li Dajiao pleaded, "Please, Elder Xie, don’t be reckless. Zhu Qi’s brother is not someone to be trifled with."
"Hmph, what’s so great about him? You think someone from the Southeast Military Academy is that amazing?" Xie Dingtian scoffed with disdain. Young Master Mu is the Chief Instructor of the Southeast Military Academy, and even he isn’t showing off.
However, Li Dajiao was unaware of this and only spoke in a grave tone, "Elder Xie, we’re just here for money. We can’t afford to provoke someone of that stature. Moreover, I heard from Master Zhu that his eldest son holds a very high position in the Southeast Military Academy!"
Xie Dingtian hesitated. When he saw Lin Mu remain silent, his expression shifted slightly. Could it be that even Lin Mu, as the Chief Instructor of the Southeast Military Academy, doesn’t dare offend the Zhu family?
With that thought, Xie Dingtian reluctantly let go of Zhu Qi.
"Hahaha, Zhu Qi, I was just joking with you earlier. Don’t take it to heart, okay?" Xie Dingtian laughed heartily. Since Young Master Mu was silent, he decided it was best not to cause trouble for him.
However, while Xie Dingtian didn’t intend to stir up trouble, Zhu Qi had no intention of letting them off.
"Joking, were you?" Zhu Qi straightened his collar, slowly patting Xie Dingtian’s face with his palm as he sneered, "Was that joke funny?"
The so-called big shots of Handong Province were nothing before his Zhu family! And why? Because his older brother was already a lieutenant at the Southeast Military Academy. His brother was only thirty years old, yet he’d already reached such a rank. Who knew how far he could go? That was the source of Zhu Qi’s confidence.
As he thought this, Zhu Qi’s hand pressed down even harder.
"Now, kneel and apologize to me!" Zhu Qi said coldly. "If I’m satisfied with your attitude, perhaps I’ll let this go!"
"Zhu Qi, that’s enough!" Li Dajiao said. "If you want to be the president, I’ll agree to it. But first, let go of Elder Xie. He’s your elder, after all."
Zhu Qi slapping Xie Dingtian’s face was a slap in the face to the entire Jiangling Chamber of Commerce. Many people were already very unhappy, but because of Zhu Qi’s terrifying status, they were all angry but dared not speak out.
"An elder?" Zhu Qi stopped his hand. "I can let him off. Have him kneel and apologize to me, and hand over the position of president. Then we can consider this matter settled."
"You want me to kneel and apologize to you? Dream on!" Xie Dingtian sneered. "I am responsible for my own actions. If you’ve got guts, come at me. But let me tell you, kid, I, Xie Dingtian, am not a pushover. Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll kill you!"
"Who wants to kill my brother? Are you tired of living?"
At that moment, a figure appeared on the soccer field. The man, who looked to be in his early thirties, wore a military-style tank top. He stood ramrod straight, his entire body exuding a potent, iron-willed aura. This unique temperament could only belong to one type of person: a soldier.
The crowd exchanged glances, shock apparent in everyone’s eyes. Zhu Qi’s brother was actually here.
The young man walked slowly toward the goal, where the big man in sunglasses was still sprawled. When he saw the man, the youth’s expression changed slightly. He’s dead?
"Who killed him?" The young man looked toward the stands, his gaze landing on Zheng Mingye and Li Dajiao. "Step forward and accept your death. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
In the entire stadium, only those two were Martial Artists. Only they could have possibly killed someone from his Zhu family. The young man’s voice was powerful, projecting an overwhelming dominance. It seemed that if no one confessed, he would truly take action.
"Brother!" Zhu Qi was ecstatic, pointing at Lin Mu. "It was him! He killed him! He kicked Abing to death! I saw it with my own eyes!"
Hearing this, the young man gave Lin Mu a strange look, a hint of shock in his eyes. He killed him? But this man has no aura fluctuations at all, and from his breathing, he’s just an ordinary person. How could he have killed Abing? Abing was the Zhu family’s strongest bodyguard!
"Kid, did you kill him?" the young man asked, his eyes filled with scrutiny.
"That’s right, I killed him," Lin Mu said nonchalantly. "What are you going to do about it?"
"What nerve!" the young man sneered. "Although I didn’t see you do it, you must have used some despicable trick. But in front of me, all your schemes are useless!"
Just then, a soccer ball rolled to a stop in front of him. The young man’s eyes lit up, and he suddenly kicked it.
WHOOSH!
In an instant, the soccer ball shot toward Lin Mu with terrifying speed and ferocious power. The ball moved so fast that visible ripples formed in the air around it, and the sheer force of the wind flattened the grass on the field. The crowd’s mouths hung open in astonishment. This was a scene they had only ever witnessed in the movie *Shaolin Soccer*. To think that such people actually existed in the world—it was terrifying.
"President, dodge!" Li Dajiao’s face paled. He knew he could never catch a ball like that.
Zheng Mingye and Xie Dingtian, on the other hand, wore expressions of disdain. Trying to show off in front of Young Master Mu? That’s just child’s play!
The soccer ball was unbelievably fast, reaching Lin Mu in the blink of an eye. It was too late for him to dodge, even if he wanted to. Lin Mu simply stood his ground, took one hand out of his pocket, and gently tapped the ball.
WHOOSH!
The next moment, the crowd witnessed an even more terrifying scene. When Lin Mu’s hand made contact with the soccer ball, it shot back with even more astonishing speed. The air crackled, and a smell of something scorching filled the air as the ball’s incredible velocity created sparks from the friction.
"Not good!" The young man’s expression changed drastically. He bent his knees, let out a great shout, and raised his hands to block the incoming ball.
THUD!
But when the ball struck him, the young man let out a pained scream and was sent flying backward. He crashed clean through the fence, not stopping until he slammed into the concrete wall surrounding the field.
BOOM!
A long section of the wall, several meters in length, collapsed into rubble. On the field, a deep trench, several feet deep, was carved into the ground, stretching from the stands to the wall. Dirt flew everywhere, and the grass was utterly destroyed.