Chapter 1403 - 1404: The Master's Might
The young man nodded silently, then clenched his teeth.
"Father, rest assured, I will rehang this sign here."
"From today, I'll head to Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower to learn Superior Martial Arts. Longwei Martial Arts Hall belongs to our Long Family; no one can take it away."
Long Wu smiled with relief: "Knowing shame and then being courageous; as long as you have this ambition, even if the hall is gone, it doesn't matter."
Long Wu was extremely strict in teaching Martial Arts, usually keeping a stern face and rarely smiling.
At this moment, he unexpectedly encouraged his son, making the young man so excited he turned red in the face.
"Father, let's leave together. You're old now; the task of reviving Longwei Martial Arts Hall should be left to me, and you should enjoy your retirement."
While speaking, the young man became emotional, his eyes turning red.
Long Wu snorted, stroked his graying beard, and arrogantly proclaimed.
"Though Okamoto Yarou defeated me, he can forget about taking the hall from me. I've already issued a death duel challenge to Okamoto Yarou, hmph!"
"What, a death duel?"
The young man was shocked; his voice trembled: "Father, why didn't you discuss it with me?"
"Okamoto Yarou is unfathomable; you can't defeat him. Why risk your life in vain?"
Long Wu spat and glared angrily at the young man.
"Your father may be old, but he's not senile. Okamoto Yarou, a Grandmaster of the Generation, is indeed formidable. Yet, to think I'd hand over the martial arts hall willingly—impossible."
"This is my battlefield; as long as I live, the battlefield will remain."
The young man looked foolishly at Long Wu, tears in his eyes.
"Father, please don't fight. I beg you, you'll die."
Long Wu laughed heartily, full of vigor.
"Death is nothing; your father has lived long enough, and even if I die, it won't be considered a short life."
"Hmph, those little devils think they can gnaw on me like fat meat, but I'll break their teeth!"
With this, Long Wu ascended the stairs, clasped his hands, and deeply bowed to the golden sign, muttering.
"Ancestors, if you be spirits, bless us to one day revive Longwei Martial Arts Hall."
After finishing, Long Wu and the young man respectfully went to retrieve the golden sign.
Just then, the roar of an engine sounded, and a Crown sports car sped to the martial arts hall's entrance, almost knocking over Long Wu's stepladder.
Long Wu and the young man turned back abruptly, seeing three or four fellows lounging casually in the car's seats.
This group sneered at Long Wu and the young man, showing great disrespect.
The young man jumped down from the stepladder, his face turning very unpleasant: "Okamoto, what do you want to do?"
The driver, an extremely lean fellow with long hair tied into a ponytail, had eyes like poison snakes, chilling in demeanor.
He wore a plaid suit of the Playboy style and jumped down from the sports car, walking over with a sinister smile.
"I'm just checking out my property and martial arts hall; that's none of your business, right?"
His finger poked directly at the young man's chest, tapping several times.
"Kid, don't need me to remind you, do you? Since last night, this hall is no longer part of your Long Family; it's the property of my Gangzhi Style Karate hall."
The young man was speechless, his face flushing red.
"Before we move out, don't think you can rampage here."
"Tsk tsk, what senseless words. You're nothing more than a bunch of homeless stray dogs now; do you have the right to bark at me, the owner?"
While speaking, Okamoto's finger jabbed directly at the young man's forehead.
"Losers never have a say; better get lost quickly!"
"You..."
Anger surged in the young man's chest, almost bursting; he swung Okamoto's hand aside and assumed a fighting pose.
Behind Okamoto, three or four karate experts jumped down, also taking fighting stances, the situation rapidly escalating.
"Ahai, don't fight them!"
Long Wu descended the stairs step by step, displaying the demeanor of a Grandmaster.
He walked straight to Okamoto, saying calmly: "Your esteemed father should have received my challenge letter."
"According to the rules, even if I lost last night, I can still request a death duel to decide the hall's ownership."
"So please show some respect; Longwei Martial Arts Hall isn't yours to barge into yet."
Okamoto laughed disdainfully, looking at Long Wu with contempt.
"Old man, seeking death, and the young master can fulfill your wish, why wait for my father to act?"
Long Wu chuckled, suddenly lunging forward, grabbing Okamoto's wrist, and ramming his shoulder heavily against Okamoto's left shoulder.
The impact was fierce, sending Okamoto flying backward, but before Okamoto even hit the ground, Long Wu pulled him back.
Both hands struck simultaneously, seizing Okamoto's arms and twisting them in opposite directions.
Crack!
A sharp sound of bones breaking echoed.
The pretty boy, Okamoto, had his arm snapped into two or three pieces, screaming in agony, collapsing to the ground.
The remaining four saw Long Wu act and charged together, howling.
Long Wu smiled faintly, stepped forward, and stepped on one guy's instep.
Turning his shoulder for a hit, the man screamed and fell back, with his lumbar vertebra fractured.
Meanwhile, two others lunged at Long Wu.
Long Wu twisted one guy's knee joint with his left foot, causing it to shatter, dropping him to the ground.
Almost simultaneously, Long Wu grabbed the arms of the remaining two, twisting them in opposite directions.
Their wrist and elbow joints dislocated at once, turning pale with pain, rolling on the ground.
In an instant, several young men in their twenties were effortlessly beaten by the fifty-something Long Wu.
Long Wu brushed the dust off his robe, maintaining composure.
"Well done, Master! You're so powerful!"
"Beat those little devils; they came asking for it."
"Master shows might, truly using the Thirty-Six Moves of Grasping Hand Technique masterfully."
...
While Long Wu fought, many disciples emerged from Longwei Martial Arts Hall.
Most were Chinese people, some Caucasians, and some black people.
Seeing Long Wu successfully vanquish the opponents, everyone cheered and applauded heartily.
Long Wu smiled, clasping fists in greeting to the disciples, showing the elegance of a Grandmaster.
After the applause subsided, Long Wu spoke loudly.
"Okamoto Yarou will come soon, everyone leave quickly; if fate allows, we'll meet again in the Mortal World."
Over twenty disciples, carrying backpacks, frowned when hearing Long Wu's words: "Master, can't we stay?"
"I want to stay, advance and retreat with Master!"
"Master, I can't bear to leave you; you still have so much Kung Fu to teach me."
...
Everyone was reluctant to leave, speaking tearfully with reddened eyes.
Long Wu sighed, clasping fists to the disciples.
"Thank you all for your kindness, but with the chaos in the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance, it's best for you to leave."
"Later, when the Longwei Martial Arts Hall reopens, you can come back to continue learning."
The disciples reluctantly paid respects to Long Wu, preparing to leave in small groups.
Long Wu ignored the troublemakers rolling around on the ground, and climbed the stepladder again to dismantle the golden sign.