This is a deliberate attempt to challenge me, like "a toad lusting after a swan's flesh—doesn't bite, but disgusts."

I have always been someone who faces difficulties head-on, which is also a habit of us martial artists.

I took the microphone on the stage and spoke to the audience below, the Hongs, Huangs, and Lans:

"Who says martial arts are useless? Improving physical fitness is useful, boosting self-confidence is useful, protecting friends and family is also useful. How many times have you used the English you learned after graduation? At most, you can say to a foreigner, 'Can you speak Chinese?' But martial arts are different. A girl might save her own life with just a few moves after work."

"Fancy moves, what good are they."

"It's all show, deceiving people."

...

"Talking is pointless. Since you insist martial arts are useless, why not come up on stage and let us demonstrate. The three of you can play the role of villains, and I will play a girl walking home alone at night. Whether martial arts are useful or not, we will show everyone through the demonstration."

The three big men were suddenly silenced by my challenge, Hong, holding the microphone, suddenly had no words.

He had some understanding of my strength because I had only defended and not fully displayed my true skills that day. But that display of strength left a deep impression on him.

By now, the enthusiasm of the audience below had been ignited by my words, and everyone wanted to see this demonstration.

The three fathers reluctantly stepped onto the stage, probably unaware of the crisis they were about to face.

I advised the three men to wear protective gear, but they all agreed that such things would only hinder them.

I wasn't particularly worried about them getting hurt; I just hadn't had a legitimate reason to hit someone in a long time. I was afraid I might get carried away and end up causing serious harm or even death, for which I would be legally responsible.

I mentioned that women's self-defense techniques might target men's vital areas, but if none of them were planning on having a second child, it wouldn't matter.

Surprisingly, this worked, and all three men put on their protective gear neatly.

With that, I could let loose and really get moving.

In less than three minutes, Hong was on the ground, Huang was foaming at the mouth, and Lan was rolling on the floor below the stage.