24 Defeat Ji Xingyu (1/2)

In the Taekwondo's ranking system, the ranks were denoted by the colors of the belt, and the ranks were as followed: white, yellow, green, blue, red and black, The black belt was the highest rank and the white belt the lowest. In addition, the black belt was further divided into seven ”Dans.” Once a black belt reached the second dan, the practice would have earned the right to open a Taekwondo school.

Chen Fan's white belt meant that he was a newbie in Taekwondo

”Why does Ji Xingyu challenge a white belt?”

”No kidding! A blue belt up against a white belt, this is not a fair fight.”

”Isn't he the transfer student who had ticked off Ji Xingyu?”

Many people were curious about Ji Yingyu's decision. Most of the students at Ivy League Middle School had joined the Taekwondo class either during semesters or summer break. Therefore, it was not uncommon to find someone who was still in the rank of white-belt, such as Chen Fan.

Even the students from 10th and 11th grades were also confused by the development.

Only those who had seen the confrontation between Chen Fan and Ji Xingyu this afternoon knew what was going on. Most of those people were on Ji Xingyu's side.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The coach furrowed his brows and said:

”Are you sure you want to challenge this new student?”

and then he turned to look at Chen Fan and then said:

”Since your rank is way below his, you have the right to refuse the challenge.”

Ji Xingyu looked at Chen Fan expectantly. He taunted: ”Hey, Kid! Are you afraid? Why don't you come up here, and let's duke it out!”

Si Yinxia knitted his brows and was going to put a stop to this folly. However, Chang Wen stopped him.

”I don't know taekwondo.” Chen Fan shook his head.

”That's fine; you can use whatever fighting style you know.” Ji Xingyu said confidently.

”Oh?” Chen Fan managed a smile and then said, ”So you are not going to change your mind?”

”No. Are you afraid?” Ji Xingyu pointed to his puffed chest and asked.

”If you are afraid of me, then be quiet next time. This is the Ivy League High School, not your little backwater country county. Chen Fan snorted and then said, ”Yes, I am afraid. But what I am afraid of is that I would hurt you.”

”You will hurt me?” Ji Xingyu wondered if he had heard the boy's words correctly.

He turned around and shouted to the people around him:” This kid said that he was going to hurt me. Isn't that funny?”

Everyone laughed with Ji Xingyu for Chen Fan's absurd claim.

”He is a nut job! He thinks Ji Xingyu is not a worthy opponent!”

”Ji Xingyu is the second best fighter in our class. No one other than Si Yinxia would be so confident in a fight against him.”

”Maybe he is a hidden martial arts master? Haha!”

Sensing the commotion, many students passed their exercise and joined the already swelling ranks of onlookers.

Seeing the new-boy was much smaller and shorter than the hulking blue-belt, most of the audience naturally felt sympathetic for Chen Fan.

However, Chen Fan's arrogant remarks didn't sit well with his sympathizers, and many of them switched sides.

Those who have practiced Taekwondo knew that although the color of the belt did not always dictate the outcome of a fight, the gap between a white belt and a blue belt was unbridgeable. Chen Fan was doomed to fail in this match unless he had received other forms of martial arts training elsewhere.

”Come on. Let me fix you up.” Ji Xingyu gestured a provocation at Chen Fan with a hooked finger.

He posed in a standard starting stance in Taekwondo and then volleyed two back-flip-flash-kicks in the air. His snappy and overbearing movement had paled many of girl's faces.

After gathered himself, he gave Chen Fan a look that read, ”You are fucked.”

To his surprise, Chen Fan was unfazed by the display of skills; he simply snorted and then said, ”What a pretty move.”

Once Chen Fan blurted out his sarcastic remark, the words stabbed at not only Ji Xingyu, but also at Coach Wu and Si Yingxia. It was not only an insult to one person, but also the Taekwondo community as a whole.

By then, the final shred of sympathy the onlookers had for Chen Fan had disappeared.

No one would sympathize with a weakling who readily threw arrogant insults to invite trouble.

”Go, teach him a lesson!” Someone shouted.

”Kid, you are courting death.”

Unable to suppress his anger, Ji Xingyu threw himself at Chen Fan.