After all, their top priority was to eliminate their key rivals, so the two of them united and struck decisively. Originally, the match had been evenly matched, draining most of Mao Dabing's strength and energy. Now, with the score at two to one, even if they drew upon their best techniques, it was too late—his physical reserves were completely exhausted. With a look of contempt, he roared, "You're truly base! You've violated the match rules! Are you even human?" "Hahahaha!" The coach, filled with delight and excitement, laughed heartily, saying, "It's precisely at crucial moments that rule-breaking becomes essential. Otherwise, how could this match have progressed at all?" This remark deeply stung Mao Dabing's heart. Ignoring his depleted strength, he fought back with sheer passion against the two of them. Yet, it was a poor effort—well prepared as they were, they seized the opportunity when Mao Dabing struggled to breathe, striking him hard in the abdomen. Mao Dabing clutched his stomach in pain, but refused to yield. Xinxi coach had firmly pinched Mao Dabiao's hands from behind, immobilizing him. Mao's face showed clear pain, yet he was a resolute man and refused to yield. "I'll count to three! Say right away that we shut down the dojo immediately—otherwise, I'll render your pork feet useless!" Xinxi began counting. "One, two..." Before reaching three, Mao heard a sharp impact as though something had struck Xinxi's mouth. He clutched his mouth, wailing in pain. After searching with his hands, he pulled out a glass bead and two knocked-out front teeth, his mouth now streaming with blood. The three observers turned to see a handsome young man entering the dojo. He looked like a student, though not entirely so—especially in the intensity and penetrating force of his gaze, which made people feel a bit intimidated. "You're just getting in the way!" "Both coaches were equally enthusiastic, especially Xinxi, whose two front teeth had been knocked out and were still bleeding, making his speech a bit awkward. "I'm taking care of this matter! I've watched every match—you're absolutely卑鄙! You're willing to resort to such underhanded tactics?" Gao Liang's tone was firm and resolute, like a sharp sword radiating a cold, penetrating chill. "...” Both coaches were momentarily stunned. "You two come here! Compete against me. If you win, you're free to go. If you lose, you'll have to crawl out from here!" Gao Liang was probing their nerves. "By the way, I'm going to fight you this time, kid!" Xinxi, eager to settle the score for his injured mouth, encouraged Xin Yue, and with a swift motion, both coaches prepared themselves, stepping forward with eager anticipation. At first, they launched coordinated attacks using their signature strength—taekwondo—aiming to contain Gao Liang. However, it proved ineffective. Despite clearly seeing their fists and long legs charging toward Gao Liang, they simply couldn't make contact. Their immense strength and energy were wasted in vain, as if their efforts were flowing through empty space. When both coaches grew exhausted and out of ideas, Gao Liang stepped in. With a standard taekwondo strike, he delivered a solid punch and a precise kick to Xin Yue and Xin Xi, the two coaches. The kick landed squarely on Xin Yue's forehead, instantly forming a large, round bump—so prominent it resembled a watermelon. The punch struck Xin Xi's eyes, causing them to swell and turn deep red, like a panda's eyes, which was both striking and alarming. Each coach also received a well-placed punch to the abdomen, giving them a vivid sense of what it felt like to be struck in the midsection. This powerful combination sent both coaches crashing to the ground, clutching their stomachs and crying out in distress, repeatedly pleading, "Sir, please, spare us!" "We've got elders to support and young ones to take care of—just let us go! We'll never bother you again!" "Can the business actually continue then?" Gao Liang deliberately phrased it as a question, sending out a clear warning. "Open! Open! Go ahead and open it! Keep opening it!" The two coaches, Coach Xin and Coach Xing, were so overwhelmed they rolled around on the ground, struggling to form complete sentences, stammering for a long time. "Get out! Remember, you have to crawl out!" Gao Liang waved his hand, and they dared not resist—each one crawled out like a dog in distress, with tails tucked between their legs. Chen Jiangliu was anxiously checking his watch on the newly purchased car, waiting for half an hour, yet still hadn't seen Master Gao Liang return. How could he have taken so long just to go to the restroom? He sensed something was wrong and quickly rushed into the adjacent restroom, only to find it empty. At that moment, Gao Zhongming called him. Chen Jiangliu looked utterly discouraged, saying, "Lord, today I've made another mistake—Gao Liang has "What? He's gone again? I told you to watch him around the clock! Instead, you let him slip away and now you haven't even gone looking for him yet! If you can't find him, I'll hold you personally accountable!" Gao Zhongming roared on the phone. Chen Jiangliu grew even more panicked, like a headless fly darting aimlessly everywhere—how could he possibly find him? Suddenly, he remembered something and drove off toward the nearest taekwondo academy. There, he saw two coaches emerging from the building, both covered in injuries and looking disheveled, drawing a crowd of onlookers. "These are the top coaches from the other two academies! How come they're in this condition today? Oh! Now I understand! Now I understand! The taekwondo coaches from 'Heaven Beyond Heaven' are truly impressive—they've completely overwhelmed these two. From now on, we're setting our sights on this academy!" The crowd buzzed with excited chatter, clearly showing strong support for the "Heaven Beyond Heaven" academy. The two coaches, now completely at a loss, felt utterly embarrassed, as though they wanted to vanish into the ground. Gao Liang stepped out together with Coach Miao Dajiong, confident and full of spirit, drawing even more attention. The crowd stirred, and it was immediately clear how exceptional their taekwondo skills were—especially Gao Liang, whose face radiated self-assured, vibrant energy, bright and full of youthful vigor. Truly promising young talent; though no actual match had been witnessed, one could clearly judge who had emerged victorious and who had fallen. "Gao Liang!" Chen Jiangliu spotted Gao Liang in the crowd and exclaimed excitedly. He was surprised to find that Chen Zhongming had also arrived—though he only clearly heard Chen Jiangliu call out Gao Liang's name. Upon hearing that his son was present, Chen Zhongming became furious, for he had long refused to let his son pursue taekwondo. Last year, his son had suffered a brain injury in an accident and had become a plant patient. Now, after a long recovery and returning to full health, the family's large enterprise needed his son to take over—how could he possibly allow him to continue with taekwondo? Then, shouting toward Chen Jiangliu's direction, he yelled, "Gao Liang! Come out!" Seeing that it was his father personally coming to find him, Chen Jiangliu worked even harder to locate Gao Liang. Yet it was strange—how had Gao Liang simply vanished? Just a moment ago, he had seen Gao Liang with the coach from "Tian Wai You Tian," and now he was completely gone. Was it just his eyes playing tricks on him? He rubbed his eyes several times, but still, there was no trace of Gao Liang. What was going on? At that very moment, Gao Zhongming's phone rang. Gao Zhongming pulled out his phone and checked the caller ID—it was a call from the household landline. When he answered, it was his son Gao Liang's voice saying, "Dad! I'm currently reading business books at home. Mom is with me—feel free to ask her!" Gao Zhongming listened further and heard his wife, Dong Lingyun, speaking excitedly, "Zhendong! Our son has truly grown so mature and thoughtful. His business acumen has improved remarkably, and his ideas are so insightful—just like your own personality, so bold and determined. He truly lives up to being our outstanding son! Upon hearing this, Gao Zhongming couldn't help but laugh and then turned sharply on Chen Jiangliu: "Old Chen, do you still want to stay as the household manager? High Liang is right here at home, yet you act like a madman, coming all the way here and calling out his name. I suspect you've simply gone a bit senile!" With that, he stormed off. What's going on? Actually, you don't need me to explain—it's clear now that it's High Liang, the reincarnation of the God of Light, using his transformation technique. He can vanish from one place and appear instantly in another, all without a trace. The thousands of years of cultivation of the God of Light have certainly not been in vain. Otherwise, what would be the point of his reincarnation if he didn't possess such extraordinary abilities? Miao Dajiong was deeply grateful to Gao Liang for having resolved his difficulty. As a token of appreciation, he offered Gao Liang a complimentary VIP annual membership card, granting him unlimited access to Miao's taekwondo gym.