031. Tornado Destroys Parking Lot

Dong Jang’s ultimate move was no secret to Su Ye. The Death Tornado, also mockingly known as the “Tornado that Destroys Parking Lots,” was both devastating in power and vast in range. If unleashed here, the house might remain standing, but the interior would certainly require a complete renovation. The Shiranui Dojo had just opened its doors—if the place was wrecked, what good would it do Su Ye to defeat Dong Jang? In the end, it would be him, the master of the dojo, left to bear the shame.

So, seeing Dong Jang growing agitated, Su Ye, after repelling him with one move, leaped back to open up some distance, intent on making peace and settling things with a handshake.

“Your skills are indeed impressive. How about we call this match a draw?”

But Dong Jang, lost in the heat of the moment, had no intention of accepting the olive branch. Light gleamed from his clenched fists—the unmistakable prelude to his ultimate attack.

The Death Tornado was moments from being unleashed. Su Ye knew that, should Dong Jang succeed, he had almost no chance of stopping the storm head-on. There was only one option: interrupt the move before it fully formed.

Yet, Su Ye had just pulled back in a gesture of goodwill, and now with the distance between them, there was no way to close the gap in time and stop Dong Jang’s attack.

Impossible? Then make it possible.

Su Ye lunged forward in a sliding step, raising his hand as he went.

Dong Jang, eyes blazing, was just about to unleash his ultimate move when suddenly, a white object shot from Su Ye’s hand with lightning speed, striking Dong Jang squarely in the chest—right at the midpoint between the two of them, the solar plexus.

“Death Torn—cough!” Dong Jang felt as though he’d been hammered in the chest; the breath was knocked clean from his lungs, and his ultimate move was stifled before it could be released.

At that moment, Su Ye dipped low in his advance, then leapt forward, both feet extended, his body spinning rapidly like a drill as he kicked toward Dong Jang.

Super Rending Bullet!

It was a finishing move Su Ye had learned later, an upgraded version of the aerial kick he’d used against the Green Goblin. Flames trailed his body as he rocketed forward, striking Dong Jang’s chest with explosive force.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A flurry of rapid kicks echoed through the hall, and the gathered martial artists watched in awe as Su Ye landed a twenty-hit combo on Dong Jang, finishing with a backward somersault and landing gracefully.

On the ground, Dong Jang’s chest was blackened, and he lay there foaming at the mouth.

“Holy crap! That guy who likes to drop his pants—could he be dead?”

“Looks likely. Master Su even suggested a draw, but he refused and insisted on shouting about his Death Tornado. He was just asking for trouble.”

“If he’d gone with the Quivering Tornado instead, do you think it would’ve been any better?”

“Enough! Didn’t you see that move from Master Su just now? Flames and drills—that’s not something any of us could block. Could you? Could you? Huh?”

The man went around the circle, leaving the other martial artists speechless.

They were all just ordinary men, but Master Su’s move outclassed even the legendary Foshan Shadowless Kick from Hong Kong films, and was flashier than the Lightning Dragon Drill from comic books. No normal human could hope to use such a technique—how could they compete?

“With a move like that, Master Su is sure to earn a place in New York’s martial world. Everyone should be smart from now on and not cause trouble—he’s another master, just like Master Tang!”

Master Tang of Bajiquan, despite his harmless appearance as a white-bearded old man, possessed unfathomable skill. All the dojo owners in New York, whether Chinese, Japanese, or Western, knew this well.

To them, Master Tang was like one of the Five Greats from the old martial tales.

And now, Su Ye would be counted among them.

“Ow, that hurts!” Dong Jang finally recovered, sitting up and rubbing his charred chest.

“Hey! What was that move you just used? And you know I’m not talking about the kick at the end—what about that thing you threw? I’m telling you, that’s against the rules!”

Hearing his full-throated complaint, the other martial artists frowned.

‘Looks like this one isn’t ordinary either. Even after such a beating, he’s still got breath to shout. The martial world is about to get interesting.’

Su Ye just snorted.

“Against the rules or not, what was I supposed to do—let you demolish my dojo?”

“Uh…” Dong Jang scratched his head. “Well, you stopped me before I did, so it doesn’t count, right? No, wait!”

Dong Jang suddenly jumped up. “Who said I was going to wreck your dojo? Don’t put words in my mouth! We’re not even friends, so watch it—if you slander me again, I’ll sue for defamation!”

Su Ye couldn’t help but laugh. “What, can’t admit it and now you want to turn the tables? Didn’t get beaten enough, huh? If you’re not satisfied, let’s go again—dare to try?”

“Bring it on! Who’s afraid?” Dong Jang’s chest still ached, but pride wouldn’t let him back down.

“Good!” Su Ye grinned. “Last time I aimed a bit high. This time, I’ll go lower. You like dropping your pants, right? I can make sure front and back match—no surgery required!”

“That’s against the rules!” At the memory of the mysterious white ball, Dong Jang clamped his legs together. He hadn’t trained for that and had no wish to become the Nutcracker Prince.

“Who decides the rules, coward?”

“You’re the coward! Who are you to accuse anyone after breaking the rules yourself?”

“I did it for the dojo—so what if I broke the rules?”

“Haha, so you admit it!”

“And you admit you were going to wreck my dojo?”

“I did not!”

“Neither did I!”

The two young martial artists, both considered future whirlwinds in the martial world, bickered like children, while the surrounding crowd of martial artists broke into smiles. Ah, to be young.

“That’s enough, both of you!”

Mai Shiranui finally lost her patience and shouted. Though she played the demure hostess before Su Ye, her fiery spirit was unmistakable—she was no traditional damsel.

As the true master of the Shiranui Dojo, she had both the right and the duty to put an end to this farce.

“If you want to fight, do it somewhere private when you have time. But today’s the opening! Don’t make a spectacle in front of our guests!”

Su Ye shot Dong Jang a glare, then quickly shifted into host mode, welcoming the guests.

Dong Jang, thick-skinned as ever, simply took a seat and waited for the banquet to begin, cheerfully greeting the other martial artists as if he were the host’s close friend.