Chapter 436 - Master Versus Master (2/2)

“Good, as expected of the pride of East Asia.” Lee Myeong-Jeong nodded repeatedly in approval. His expression turned from the initial admiration into an awkward one, “Apart from visiting you today, I

have another matter that I have to do. I need to introduce you to someone…”

Lee Myeong-Jeong took two steps backward to the right and presented Bae Seong-Joon in front of Qin Fen as the gaze of Bae Seong-Joon nailed Qin Fen.

“Bae Seong-Joon, the Martial God of the State of Korea, also the founder of Neo Taekwondo, Master Bae.”

Lee Myeong-Jeong showed an expression of pride and glory that indescribable by words. He wasn’t putting up a show, as his expression was genuine. Any Korean would have this prideful expression when mentioning Bae Seong-Joon.

After the rapid rise of both ancient and neo martial arts, the Taekwondo that was once popular fell into decline and took along the pride the Koreans once held.

When Taekwondo was at its lowest point due to the popularization of old and new martial arts that fancy and strong, Bae Seong-Joon appeared and popularized his Neo Taekwondo across the nation. In recent years, he had also been promoting Neo Taekwondo outside Korea.

Bae Seong-Joon was the pride of the entire State of Korea. Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to call him the Pride of Korea.

Since his debut, Qin Fen had repeatedly heard the name of Bae Seong-Joon. It can be said that Master Bae was one of the most familiar names for Qin Fen among the current masters. This master debuted from the Sacred Martial Hall, start a new sect while Taekwondo was close to being obsolete in Korea by establishing Neo Taekwondo, toiling blood and sweat to revive Korean nationalism.

Meeting him for the first time after hearing his name for a long time, Qin Fen felt the sharp gaze of Bae Seong-Joon resembling a saber as he evaluated Bae Seong-Joon on the other side.

The physical appearance of the Martial God of the State of Korea wasn’t considered very handsome. His stature was not as tall and mighty as imagined. Excluding the murderous aura, if he had put on a business suit, no one would believe that he was the founder of Neo Taekwondo.

Single layered eyelids and slightly long cheeks, with thick short hair and light-colored eyebrows. Coupled with his ordinary stature, he doesn’t stand out from the crowd at all in the looks department.

Facing a murderous aura, Qin Fen just gave up displaying his niceties to Bae Seong-Joon. Imbuing the personality of the Divine Fist, Qin Fen had no interest in faking politeness to someone that was looking for trouble.

“Hmph…” Bae Seong-Joon expressed his annoyance coldly with a frown. Every young martial artist he met would’ve immediately greeted him with politeness. It was the first time for Bae Seong-Joon to meet a rude and young martial artist like Qin Fen.

Even though the strength of this young man had surpassed the basic level of a martial dao master and Bae Seong-Joon was here to settle scores with him, facing such an attitude, Bae Seong-Joon still expressed his dissatisfaction with concrete action.

Qin Fen smiled nonchalantly. So what if he’s a martial dao senior? Did it matter if he’s the Martial God of the State of Korea that started a new sect? Why should I be aggrieved if he’s here looking for trouble?

The Martial God of the State of Korea? Qin Fen put his hands behind his back and stood proudly as straight as a pen, smiled faintly at the same time. Even if he was Song Wendong, the Martial God of Earth, one of the strongest martial artists in the world, Qin Fen would also dare to defy his orders with action. He had also planned to take a leave to propose marriage to the Song household after completing his mission.

Bae Seong-Joon saw a calm expression in Qin Fen’s actions and frowned deeper than before. He opened his light red lips and asked, “Did you kill Ren Ying?”

The pilot in the plane felt a sharp drop in temperature the moment Bae Seong-Joon asked the question. A deep murderous intent could be felt in his cold words even for those uninitiated in martial arts.

Qin Fen nodded. There’s no use in denying that. He did not plan to deny anything, nor explaining anything to the famous Korean master.

As a martial artist, Qin Fen would rather believe that the cat and mouse were lifelong best friends since the beginning instead of believing those able to reach the stage of martial dao masters that had not killed and spilled a drop of blood before, as innocent as a little white rabbit in Ivory tower.

How can one understand the cruelty of martial dao when they haven’t had a taste of life and death? And how can those unable to understand the cruelty of martial dao become a martial dao master?

It was impossible for martial artists who had never killed anyone before to produce such a ferocious murderous spirit!

Since Bae Seong-Joon had also taken a lot of lives, Qin Fen believed that he would be understanding of the fact that the loss of lives was part and parcel to dueling. And he should even understand that it was difficult to restrain their powers unless they knew their opponent was really weak.

For an eighteen-year-old martial artist, no matter how much of a prodigy he is, they would find it was hard to fight against Cai Renying who had the strength of the fourteen-stars class. It’s a miracle to not be killed by her, which threw the thought of showing mercy to her out of the window.

If Bae Seong-Joon still came over and looked for trouble even after understood those things, it would be useless to explain anything at all. Any explanation at this point would only make Qin Fen appear weak.

Weak? In the millions of years since the formation of the Sahara, it had never appeared weak to anyone. Qin Fen lived in the Sahara, isolated, for almost two months. His fists techniques were imprinted with the glory and history of the Sahara spanning millions of years. At this point, how could he appear weak to a murderous martial arts master that came looking for trouble?

I am a martial dao master, am I not? Qin Fen stepped forward instead of retreating, and slowly opened his mouth and said, “Not only that, but Kim Ji-Seok was also killed by me. Even Li Yongjun was also killed by me after he was defeated.”

The more the Divine Boxing formed, the more Qin Fen was influenced by his own martial arts. Where’s the need to hide things that were done by a Deity of Truth?

I admit that I did it! This wasn’t reckless honesty, but the aura of not hiding anything. As his fist techniques were imprinted with such auras, he would naturally start to act the same way as a person.

Forcing his personality and styles of doing things with his fist and path of martial dao… Qin Fen knew that he might not reach the peak of martial dao in his life, but his path of martial arts might not advance. Or worse, it could cause him to regress.

“You killed Li Yongjun?” Lee Myeong-Jeong’s elegant smile turned stiff, ruthlessness and cruelty covered his entire cheek, and a fierce light burst out. His ferocity resembling a demon from Hell.