Chapter 7 Conceited and Self-Important

• Isaac fell somewhat into a trance as the stunning scenery outside the window of the high-speed rail flashed by.
• The vehicle was traveling toward Dunrey, and he had been given an order he could not defy. If he couldn't bring his so-called wife back from his trip to Dunrey this time, he could forget about ever stepping into his home ever again.
• His grandfather didn't say anything this time, but rather, he stumbled upon the Cheilian calligraphy on the desk of Winston's study that read, 'Bide your time.'
• As the high-speed rail was nearing Dunrey, it stopped at a station, and three college student-looking young men entered the carriage Isaac was in.
• The rail departed the station soon after they boarded. Out of the three students, two were from Kuswein, and the entire time, they spoke Kusweinian.
• One of them had long hair, a fair face, and a feminine vibe to him, while the other had a crew cut, wore a stud on his ear, and had a roguish vibe.
• As soon as they boarded, their gaze landed on the two callow young women dressed fashionably in short skirts at their neighboring seats, who they hit on with their broken Cheilian a little later.
• At first, their voices weren't loud, but with time, they grew louder, and while they talked unabashedly about how magnificent Kuswein was, they also scorned and complained about Cheilia.
• "Our country's cultural inheritance is the best preserved and the oldest in the world. Things like rice balls, paper-making technology, printing technology, and many more were first invented by ancient Kusweinians!" The long-haired Kusweinian spoke condescendingly while ogling at one of the young ladies with long, wavy hair. Her skimpy outfit was what attracted the guy most.
• "That can't be right. Aren't those Cheilian inventions? All I've ever heard about Kuswein are your fermented cabbage, plastic surgery, Kuswein martial arts, and whatnot," the wavy-haired young woman refuted hesitantly.
• "No, no, no. You're probably not familiar with history. These inventions are really ours. By the way, you mentioned Kuswein martial arts. That is our nation's pride, our national martial arts!" The long-haired Kusweinian continued bragging, and his gaze on the young woman grew more intense by the second.
• "That's right! No other martial arts in this world can surpass Kuswein martial arts!" The crew-cut Kusweinian, too, bragged as he looked at the other young woman.
• "Is it really? Our Cheilia martial arts is very impressive as well." The second young woman put her phone down and looked skeptically at the crew-cut Kusweinian.
• "Of course it is! Let's put it this way, your Cheilia martial arts have nothing on ours. It's practically trash! I practice Kuswein martial arts myself, and I'll have you know that I'm a level seven master!"
• He lifted his arm at that, and chunks of muscles bulged exaggeratedly beneath his fair skin.
• Woah! The two young women couldn't help feeling flabbergasted at the sight of the long-haired Kusweinian's muscles, which were honestly visually very impressive.
• For a split second, the long-haired Kusweinian grinned in response. He was very much a veteran at hitting on callow girls like these two.
• After displaying his muscles, he pulled a firm-looking walnut from his bag, held it in his palm, then suddenly exerted great force. A series of cracking came from the pressure, and the next second, the walnut was crushed to bits.
• "See? This is only the tip of the iceberg of what I can do with Kuswein martial arts." The long-haired Kusweinian put up a sober front.
• "We're also interested in modern martial arts. We're both Dunrey University freshmen, and we were thinking of signing up for the Kuswein martial arts or Cheilia martial arts club of sorts after the term begins." The wavy-haired young woman's gaze at the long-haired Kusweinian was already filled with deep admiration at this point.
• "Right, you guys have to learn Kuswein martial arts. You guys can add us on WhatsApp first. We happen to be heading to Dunrey too. We can teach you sometime in the future. As for that so-called Cheilia martial arts, that's nothing but deceiving bull!" The long-haired Kusweinian's words were filled with nothing but contempt and arrogance.
• Meanwhile, Isaac, who had been ruminating by the window, couldn't help furrowing his brows upon hearing those words. How dare those conceited and self-important Kusweinian b*stards insult Cheilia martial arts out in the open like this!
• It wasn't just Isaac, for the slightly older Cheilians in the carriage were visibly upset over the two Kusweinians' words as well.
• "Mommy, is Kuswein martial arts really that awesome? But didn't Grandpa say Cheilia martial arts is the most powerful in the world?" a baffled five-year-old boy, Theo, asked. "I want to be a strong man when I grow up. Should I learn Kuswein martial arts or Cheilia martial arts?"
• "I…" The young mother of the boy felt somewhat hesitant to answer.
• "Also, Mommy, didn't Grandpa once say things like rice balls, printing technology, and paper-making technology were invented by our ancestors?" Theo asked again.
• "Don't listen to them, kid. Rice balls, printing technology, paper-making technology, and many other things are Cheilian inventions. Do you know what Kuswein used to be called? New Cheilia. Our country ruled over them in ancient times, and they had to pay us tributes every year! They're nothing but a measly country!"
• The Cheilia university student who had boarded with the two Kuswein students earlier stood up with rage at this time.
• He was close to six feet tall, somewhat burly, had a mohawk, and exuded rowdiness.
• He had heard the two Kusweinian students bragging and hitting on the girls as soon as he boarded. He hadn't given a damn about it initially, but as they got more audacious with their words and even more so shamelessly branded Cheilian culture as their own, he had more than enough of it.
• "As for your Kuswein martial arts, huh, that's nothing but a showy display! It has nothing on our Cheilia martial arts! When our martial arts was formed—forget about your martial arts—your country didn't even exist yet!"
• "What did you say, you son of a b*tch?! How dare you say Kusweinian martial arts is just a showy display!" The long-haired Kusweinian snarled with blatant anger as he shot up from his seat.
• "Is it not?" The male student didn't cower but he even took a step forward.
• "Are you trained in Cheilia martial arts?" The long-haired Kusweinian went right up to the male student.
• "I know a thing or two. I'm a member of the Cheilia martial arts club at Dunrey University," the male student answered.
• "Very well, then. Didn't you say you're trained in Cheilia martial arts? Don't go around saying I'm bullying you. I will concede to your words if you can deflect my three moves. Do you dare to accept my challenge?" The long-haired Kusweinian took a contemptuous gander at the male student like a lion looking down at a mouse.