C170 One Move Ko Shocking the Entire Audience
The chop is a particularly fierce offensive technique in Taekwondo.
A skilled practitioner can deliver a chop with enough force to break an opponent's bones!
Zhang Meng, a third-degree black belt master, was also capable of breaking bones with his bare hands.
As he launched his attack on Lin Dong, his eyes gleamed with ferocity, almost as if he could visualize Lin Dong's nose bridge shattering and him collapsing to the ground in agony.
He was closing in!
Even closer!
Just as Zhang Meng's hand chop neared Lin Dong's face, Lin Dong remained motionless.
He appeared to be frozen in fear.
Zhang Meng's satisfaction grew; he had assumed Lin Dong possessed some skill, but it seemed he was nothing more than a show-off.
Scared stiff by his vicious onslaught, no doubt!
He was sure he'd beat Lin Dong into submission, making him kneel and beg for mercy, teaching him a lesson in humility!
But in that instant, Lin Dong suddenly unleashed a high kick!
Whoosh!
His leg shot out, aiming directly for Zhang Meng's chin with rapid, urgent force!
Lin Dong's move was so unexpected that Zhang Meng couldn't react in time.
Zhang Meng only saw a blur before his chin was struck by the swift kick. Caught off guard, he was unable to defend himself.
The next moment, the shadowy blur collided with his chin.
With a sickening crack, his chin was jolted upwards by the sheer power of the blow.
Zhang Meng's initial chop was completely disrupted, barely missing Lin Dong.
Overwhelmed by the sudden, intense pain, Zhang Meng couldn't help but scream in misery as he was sent flying backward!
He spun in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Thud!"
Zhang Meng hit the ground, bouncing a few times, his cries of pain echoing.
"WOW!"
The onlookers gasped in shock.
They had all doubted Lin Dong, thinking he wouldn't last more than a few punches against Zhang Meng.
Yet, to their astonishment, Lin Dong had floored Zhang Meng with a single, decisive move!
A one-hit KO!
And the power behind his punch was immense; Zhang Meng's jaw was dislocated, his mouth bleeding, as he lay on the ground, his cries sounding utterly pitiful.
The outcome was beyond anyone's wildest expectations!
Lin Dong was expected to meet his downfall, but in an unforeseen twist of fate, it was Zhang Meng who suffered the consequences.
"Ah! It hurts so much! My mouth! My chin, ahhhhhhhh!"
Zhang Meng's cries of agony filled the air.
His jawbone had been fractured by Lin Dong's kick.
Even so, Lin Dong had shown some restraint, mindful that they were in a public setting.
Had he not, he might have shattered Zhang Meng's skull!
Each of Zhang Meng's screams intensified the pain from his broken bones.
Lin Dong watched on without a shred of sympathy. He had given Zhang Meng a chance, which was squandered. Zhang Meng's current state was entirely of his own making.
Such a person didn't deserve pity.
"Someone help him, quick!"
A member of the Martial Arts Club, close to Zhang Meng, yelled out.
His cry snapped everyone to attention. Several club members who were also friends of Zhang Meng rushed over to the training area and clumsily lifted him to his feet.
Blood-tinged saliva dribbled from the corner of Zhang Meng's mouth as he was propped up by his peers, presenting a pitiful sight.
Ice, always kept on hand for such injuries, was brought over, wrapped in a towel, and applied to Zhang Meng's chin to ease the pain.
With the ice in place, the throbbing in his chin subsided somewhat.
Holding his chin, Zhang Meng glared at Lin Dong, his anger flaring anew.
He had underestimated Lin Dong, considering him a nobody, a pushover, yet he had been seriously wounded by him.
The humiliation was as painful as the beating.
His ego bruised, Zhang Meng fixed a venomous gaze on Lin Dong and growled through clenched teeth, "You're a dead man! I swear I'll make you pay!"
