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.


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.
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