"Kid, stop showing off; you better stay out of this."
"Who knows where he got the courage from, look at that guy's muscles, daring to seek death by confronting him!"
"A kick that could kill a cow, if it lands on him, I bet he'd be paralyzed if not dead."
Surrounded by the voices of persuasion and doubt, Wu Xiaoshan simply smiled indifferently and didn't take it to heart.
"Taekwondo can kill a cow with a kick, you all believe that?"
He asked this question to the crowd around him. Seeing their puzzled looks, Wu Xiaoshan continued to mock the Burly Youth.
"I've never seen Taekwondo kicking a cow, but I've seen them kick those flimsy wooden boards that are as frail as potato chips quite often."
With these words, the crowd burst into laughter.
It's not that the crowd was unfamiliar with Taekwondo; after all, they often saw Taekwondo competitions on TV.
Aside from the competitions, what they loved the most was watching the performance of kicking especially brittle wooden boards.
