Chapter 7: Superhuman Oppa?

  In a 4-meter-wide alley next to Sin-yong Elementary School in Daerim-dong, Yeongdeungpo-gu, Seoul, which was unusually quiet due to the weekend holiday. On this weekend morning, more than 20 unexpected guests arrived, all of whom were wearing black tight-fitting clothes except for Jang Seong-won, who was wearing a white cheap T-shirt, looking very fierce.

  Zhang Chengyuan followed Jin Youji to the middle of the alley, standing quietly and watching as Jin Youji dispatched people to block both ends of the alley without making a sound.

  Kim Yu-ki looked at Zhang Chengyuan's calm face and thought to himself, "This guy seems to be greatly different from before, his body has become much stronger, his courage and momentum have also increased a lot, it's as if he's become a different person. Could it be that there really is someone backing him up? However, no matter what, compared to me, he still doesn't amount to much." He pinched his fingers together and said, "Zhang Chengyuan, don't say I'm bullying you with numbers, for a lowly guy like you, I can take care of you with just one finger..."

  After talking a lot, seeing Zhang Chengyuan not making a sound, he thought he was afraid and continued: "As long as you expose the person who attacked me that day, I will beat you lightly."

  Zhang Chengyuan said indifferently, "Too much talk, let's get started." To be honest, he had long been intolerant of Jin Yukyung's chatter, but due to the self-esteem of a cultivator, he couldn't bear to take the initiative against an ordinary person.

  "Are you being so arrogant? Well, it doesn't matter who's backing you up, I'm going to take care of you today." He put on a benevolent face and said, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me."

  Without even saying a word, he threw a punch at Zhang Chengyuan's face, thinking that he could knock down the originally weak and feeble Zhang Chengyuan with one punch. Unexpectedly, Zhang Chengyuan raised his right hand and grabbed his wrist, then flung him out two meters away with a swift pull, sending him tumbling to the ground in a miserable heap.

  Zhang Chengyuan said lightly: "You'd better go together."

  Jin Youji sprang up from the ground with a fierce cry, shouting: "You little bastard, I underestimated you! I didn't expect that after just one summer break, you'd actually trained and become quite skilled. It seems that the person who ambushed me that day was indeed you!" Turning his head to shout at the younger brothers rushing up: "No need to come over! I can take care of him myself."

  Kim Yoo-ki, known as the strongest high school student in the 9th district, holds a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo and has years of experience in street fighting. His reputation for being unbeatable is well-known in Seoul's high school scene, which is why he became the leader of his school despite having average intelligence and family background. Now, feeling humiliated after losing to Jang Sung-yeon, he becomes increasingly agitated and enraged.

  He was solemn in expression, with piercing eyes, posing as a master, waiting for Zhang Chengyuan's attack.

  Unfortunately, Zhang Chengyuan didn't take him seriously at all. He beckoned to him and said impatiently, "Don't dawdle, I'm in a hurry!"

  As he spoke, Jin Youji suddenly took two steps forward and punched Zhang Chengyuan's face with his right fist. Before the punch was fully extended, he suddenly changed moves and kicked Zhang Chengyuan's abdomen hard with his left leg.

  Zhang Chengyuan lightly retreated a step back and dodged his attack.

  After Zhang Chengyuan retreated, Jin Yujie quickly ran two steps and jumped into the air, using his right leg to kick Zhang Chengyuan's chin. These few moves were common combination kicks in Taekwondo, simple but powerful, if they hit the target, ordinary people would generally faint on the spot.

  Zhang Chengyuan saw him jump up in the air so lightly, and felt that he had just looked down on Jin Youji too much. He coldly smiled, took a small step to the left, dodged Jin Youji's attack, and while his body was still charging forward, stretched out his hand and gently pushed against his ribs. Then, he saw him fly sideways and crash into a wall beside him, falling down from there.

  At this time, if Jin Youji hadn't reacted quickly and stretched out his left hand to support himself against the wall, he might have had to rush to the hospital for plastic surgery on the left half of his face.

  Zhang Chengyuan sneered, "Is this the strength of a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo? The attack looks fierce, but the defense is a mess. It's all bark and no bite, what a joke!"

  Jin Yugui was leaning against the wall, still feeling a bit shaken and also very puzzled: "How did this scoundrel suddenly become so formidable? My movements were already fast enough, but I didn't even see how he dodged or attacked me. It seemed like just blinking my eyes and I lost... No way, it's impossible for me to lose that easily! Must be that my eyes were blurry today and I wasn't seeing things clearly, which is why I fell into his trap. Unacceptable, too humiliating! I need to fight him again and regain some dignity."

  Just as he was about to get up and fight Zhang Chengyuan again, he saw that more than 20 of his younger brothers had already shouted and rushed towards Zhang Chengyuan.

  Zhang Chengyuan sneered slightly: "As expected, you're just a bunch of rascals who only know how to bully the weak. Today's a good day to vent my anger on you." Ever since he failed in his tribulation and came to this mortal world, Zhang Chengyuan felt that every step of his cultivation path was fraught with thorns, and even stray cats and dogs dared to cause him trouble. His heart had long been filled with resentment.

  All that could be heard was a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds, followed by a chorus of "ah, ah, ah" cries. One after another, dark shadows fell to the ground beside Jin Youji, and in an instant, his brothers were all lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs and groaning in pain.

  Zhang Chengyuan patted his pants leg and chuckled, "What's with the legend of 'one against seventeen' in Hancheng High School? Even someone like me, who is now so bad at martial arts, can easily take down more than twenty people. It seems that the descendants of Goryeo are just like their ancestors - they can't enter the halls of greatness, and are nothing but mediocre."

  It's said that twenty or thirty years ago, there was a high school student in Seoul who was incredibly skilled at fighting and could take on seventeen people at once without breaking a sweat. He became a legendary figure revered by generations of high school students in Seoul, and someone Kim Yu-ki had always idolized. However, when Jang Sung-yun heard this story, he found it utterly ridiculous, and now that it suddenly came to mind, he couldn't help but mock it with a snide comment.

  Although Jin Youji did not understand what Zhang Chengyuan said in ancient Chinese, seeing the miserable state of his brothers and Zhang Chengyuan's disdainful expression, he couldn't help but think of this legend, and suddenly felt disheartened and lost all desire to fight with Zhang Chengyuan.

  Zhang Chengyuan walked up to Jin Youji and said condescendingly, "From now on, don't bother me again. What you did to me before is all written off." Before Jin Youji could even open his mouth, Zhang was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard a clear and crisp childlike voice from the side say: "Superman?"

  The voice was very small, but with his hearing he could still hear it clearly.

  Zhang Chengyuan turned his head to look, and saw a small, pretty face hidden behind the wall of a narrow alleyway made of iron wire mesh. One side of this alley was the Xin Yong Primary School, and the other side was a community sports field. The sports field was adjacent to one side of the alley, surrounded by thick steel wire mesh, about 7 or 8 meters high, making it impossible for ordinary people to climb over. The wire mesh was also densely covered with many climbing plants, leaving almost no gaps, so that Zhang Chengyuan and others had not realized earlier that someone might be secretly watching them.

  At this time, a lovely little girl with a very pleasing appearance was staring at Zhang Chengyuan with bright and innocent eyes that were almost unbelievable, muttering to herself: "Superman, it must be, only Superman would be so fierce." It was this faint voice, similar to the hum of a mosquito, that startled Zhang Chengyuan.

  Zhang Chengyuan saw that she was just a little girl of eight or nine years old, and his expression immediately softened. He walked forward and said warmly: "Little sister, in the future when you see someone fighting, hide far away and don't sneak a peek. If you're not careful, you might get hit."

  "That little girl curiously said: 'Oppa, I know America has a Superman, are you our Korea's superman?'"

  "Superman? Super man? What the heck is that?" He thought for a moment, and an image of someone wearing a cape and red underwear flashed in his mind. He shuddered at once and immediately denied it, "Brother, I'm not that disgusting Superman thing, little guy, you've got the wrong person."

  The little girl said: "Then who are you? How can you be so powerful? Are you a Saint Fighter from Japan, Ultraman?"

  Although Zhang Chengyuan was puzzled by the little girl's constant comparisons of him to strange things, which made him somewhat unhappy, he still spoke warmly: "My name is Zhang Chengyuan, I am a Taoist practitioner, also known as 'Taoist', did you understand? From now on, never compare me to those monsters in TV shows. Alright, I won't talk to you anymore, brother has something to do and will leave first, see you again if fate permits."

  Zhang Chengyuan waved goodbye to the little girl and left in a cloud of smoke, leaving her puzzled and thinking: "Taoist? What is a Taoist?" The term "Taoist" was spoken by Zhang Chengyuan in Chinese, so naturally the little girl couldn't understand it. Fortunately, Zhang Chengyuan didn't say it in Korean, or else she would have thought he was one of those low-level fortune-telling Taoists from TV dramas who make a living by helping people calculate their fortunes. This kind of lowest-level Taoist, paired with "fairy", is actually quite popular in Korea.

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