Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 55: Fists and kicks never recall past affections; every move is made with the hope of determining life and death!
When Wang Xuege saw that his ingenious move was effective, he was overjoyed. His moves became more and more natural and spontaneous, and he could summon whatever he wanted!

This made the contestant from Dongyi University hesitant to make a move, as he was afraid of making a mistake.

After exchanging more than ten moves, the opponent finally figured out the pattern from the chaotic moves. No matter how they changed, it was still the Prajna Palm style.

He immediately devised a countermeasure. After dodging Wang Xuege's Lotus Flower of Buddhist Charm, he launched a fierce attack like a storm, instantly breaking Wang Xuege's natural ease.

This immediately threw Wang Xuege into a panic, leaving him flustered and disoriented.

Given this situation, the outcome was already decided. In just a few moves, Wang Xuege was knocked to the ground again.

Taking advantage of the situation, the opponent stepped forward, flicked his fingers, and struck his pressure point, ending the match cleanly and decisively.

"Ugh!"

A mournful sigh could not be heard from Dongqi University.

"waste!"

Gongye Ling Chen Jianmei raised his eyebrows and gave a cold, mocking laugh.

"Exactly, this year's sophomores are terrible. How will they carry the team after we leave?"

"Exactly. I think we should just open them all up and start recruiting students from freshman year."

Gongye Lingchen's words immediately drew agreement from many of the official team members.

"They lost, and you're proud of them?"

Ye Jingqiu, standing to the side, glanced at the group of people who were speaking with an expression as cold as frost. The chilling coldness in his eyes was like a sudden cold front in the twelfth lunar month.

Startled by his words, the group trembled and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into those clearly beautiful eyes.

Gongye Lingchen's face stiffened upon hearing this, and he grew increasingly displeased. Although he remained silent, he glanced at the second-year student on the stage and made a mental note of him.

On the stage, the competition continued, and this time Qin Rui took the stage.

The little girl was delicate and pretty, and as soon as she stepped onto the stage, she received a lot of applause.

Regardless of the outcome, their good looks alone deserve applause.

However, the strength of the opposing team's players was, well... their looks were just as impressive. Although they didn't have Qin Rui's delicate appearance, they had the advantage of being tall and curvaceous.

In particular, her obviously modified martial arts uniform accentuated her graceful figure, making her even more captivating and pleasing to the eye.

The moment these two stepped onto the stage, the exchange and competition reached its climax.

Hearing the cheers from the boys around her, the female team members sitting below couldn't help but roll her eyes.

He spat out, "Boring! Low-class!"

"Senior sister, if you go up there, I guarantee the cheers will be even louder."

"Junior sister, you are the only one in my heart."

"Who cares?"

The ambiguous "interactions" between the boys and girls did not affect the intensity of the confrontation between the two women on stage.

Perhaps sensing that the other's strengths were precisely what they lacked, the two women immediately launched into a fierce attack.

Their graceful figures moved like colorful butterflies in flight, their moves sharp and fierce, like raging waves. A surge of energy caused their martial arts uniforms to billow and rustle.

Although Qin Rui has a delicate appearance, she is the only member among the sophomores who can rival Cao Guannan in terms of talent.

Her flower-picking finger technique, combining softness and strength, is not only a reflection of her personality but also the essence of her martial arts.

Concealing a myriad of murderous intents within the gentle touch of his fingers, he shows compassion and mercy to those who see him. When he does not move, he is still; but when he does, it is like a thunderbolt, his murderous intent overwhelming.

The peanut flower fades in the blink of an eye.

The opponent was also surprised that such a delicate girl could have such fierce moves. After exchanging dozens of blows, the two were evenly matched.

Dean Zhang nodded in agreement, a smile appearing on his face.

This year's sophomores are still watchable.

"Dean Zhang, our school's female student is nicknamed 'Pretty Asura,' and she's known for her swift and powerful moves. I didn't expect that your school's female student would also be so skilled."

Principal Sun, standing to the side, smiled, seemingly praising Qin Rui's performance on the field.

But the astute Dean Zhang could not fail to understand the meaning behind his words.

Qiao Xiuluo, how could someone with such a name in their sophomore year of college be so incompetent?
His face immediately darkened.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the girl opposite suddenly unleashed several powerful palm strikes, forcing Qin Rui back.

Then she paused slightly and smiled, "You've had enough fun. After you get off the stage, don't forget to run into your boyfriend's arms and cry for a while."

Before the girl finished speaking, her figure suddenly became elusive, and in an instant, it was as if countless swaying clones had blurred her figure into an afterimage.

Before Qin Rui could react, a gust of wind rushed towards her.

Qin Rui hurriedly ducked to avoid the attack, relying on her instincts to barely dodge two moves, completely unaware of her opponent's presence.

"The Phantom Step, derived from the Shifting Shadow Technique, is an excellent movement technique in the martial arts world. Qin Rui is going to lose this time."

Below the arena, Zeng Hongyi explained with a slightly stiff expression, because he knew that Qin Rui did not have any other profound martial arts techniques like the Swimming Dragon Step that could rival it.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui and the others immediately became worried about Qin Rui on the stage.

Unfortunately, worrying wouldn't solve the fundamental problem. In the blink of an eye, Qin Rui was caught off guard by her opponent, who used grappling techniques to pin her to the ground on the stage.

Seeing Qin Rui struggling desperately, but to no avail, everyone's hearts sank.

Are we going to be completely wiped out?

Although it was expected, the ease with which they lost still caught most of the second-year students off guard.

"Cao Guannan, you must not underestimate your opponent, and you must not fight him head-on. I estimate that the East Art Center has done some research on you."

Zeng Hongyi has now realized that Dongyi and his team were actually well-prepared and had a precise analysis of Li Xinran and her group of sophomores.

Even though they knew they were overwhelmingly superior, they still dealt with each person in a meticulous and targeted manner.

Just like they study the opposing team's official players.

Cao Guannan nodded. His greatest martial arts skill lay in the combination of the Swimming Dragon Step and the Mighty Vajra Leg. He could launch a powerful attack, as fierce as a tiger, or retreat with agile steps, as nimble as a swimming dragon.

If the other party is targeting you, will you respond with an attack, or will you use gentleness to overcome strength?
Or could you simply crush them with overwhelming internal force?

Cao Guannan fell into deep thought. If he also lost, then Dongqi University would truly be utterly defeated this time.

This made him, who was always proud, clench his fists and his heart race.

Time gave him no time to think, and the referee soon called his name.

Cao Guannan stared sharply at his opponent, who had already taken his place on the ring, then took a quick step, using the pillar at the edge of the ring as a springboard, and leaped onto the ring.

"Cao Guannan, with your skills, you wouldn't even be selected for the martial arts team at our Dongyi Art Center."

The boy opposite him gave a cold smile.

"Zhang Bin!"

Cao Guannan simply uttered a name before delivering a powerful, sweeping kick.

"Well done!"

The boy remained unfazed and kicked at Cao Guannan in return.

The two men's legs crossed, producing several dull thuds.

"Is this what you call 'Mighty Vajra Legs'? It's all soft and weak, with no strength at all!"

The man called Zhang Bin, while receiving Cao Guannan's fierce leg attack, made sarcastic remarks.

Cao Guannan remained silent, his face grim. He swung his powerful Vajra Leg like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, unleashing his full strength in an instant.

This frenzied attack far surpassed Cao Guannan's previous performances in competitions, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

However, Zhang Bin easily parried this powerful and heavy Vajra Leg technique.

In an instant, the arena was filled with powerful energy and muffled thuds.

"Senior brother, don't fall for his tricks!"

Seeing Cao Guannan descend into a strange frenzy, Zhao Rui and the others in the audience realized something was wrong.

Clearly, Zhang Bin had thrown Cao Guannan into a state of confusion.

"You've only learned half of the Vajra Leg Technique. Do you want to learn the other half? Unfortunately, your master won't teach you!"

On the stage, Zhang Bin laughed and suddenly withdrew his right foot, standing on one leg like a praying mantis, his hands forming a sickle shape, and went straight for Cao Guannan's attacking leg.

At this moment, Cao Guannan had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength. He was unable to withdraw his move in time and could only watch helplessly as his opponent turned his hands into sharp blades and pointed them at his right leg.

Fortunately, he had practiced the Vajra Leg Technique for many years, and his quick wit and adaptability were deeply ingrained in his bones. Since he could not dodge, he would use offense as defense.

He twisted his body, using his right leg as a pivot, and leaped into the air, doing a somersault before delivering a powerful left kick to his opponent.

Zhang Bin quickly stopped his attack, his hands still shaped like sickles, and forcefully blocked the blow from Cao Guannan's left leg. Then, before Cao Guannan could withdraw his left leg, Zhang Bin swiftly closed in on him.

Then he pushed Cao Guannan straight out.

Cao Guan, who was in mid-air, suddenly lost his support. He tried to turn around and straighten himself, but unexpectedly, the push from the other party had a strong aftereffect.

His body, which had already straightened, veered off course again, and he fell to the ground like a rag doll, sliding several meters away.

"Referee, give the verdict! I don't want to beat my good junior brother too badly!"

Zhang Bin looked at Cao Guannan, who was struggling to get up, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Zhang Binsheng from the Dongyi College!"

As the referee announced the result of the match, Cao Guannan, who had just gotten up, turned pale instantly.

He seemed lost and dejected.

"If you don't like the Vajra Leg technique, why do you want to learn it?"

"I just didn't want you to learn it. Actually, this leg technique is terrible, isn't it?"

As Zhang Bin walked towards his side of the field, he said dismissively.

Upon hearing his words, Cao Guannan's pale face broke into a bitter smile, and then, supported by Zeng Hongyi, who had dared to step onto the stage, he stepped off the ring.

"Master, is this the person you chose?"

Cao Guannan could picture the withered old man lying on the hospital bed, yelling at him and telling him to get out.

"Senior brother, why don't you take a rest?"

Zhao Rui took Cao Guannan's arm from Zeng Hongyi and helped him sit down on the edge of the stands.

"I'm fine!"

Cao Guannan shook his head, his eyes already dull and lifeless.

Meanwhile, the competition on stage continued.

Now it was Zhang Kui's turn to enter the fray. Learning from the experiences of Cao Guannan and Qin Rui, Zhang Kui immediately adopted a defensive stance using the Prajna Palm, trying to avoid engaging in prolonged combat with his opponent.

Unfortunately, he encountered a decisive and efficient girl who, after a few tentative moves, launched a fierce and relentless attack.

He had long, slender legs and had mastered a unique and exquisite leg technique, specializing in attacking Zhang Kui's lower body.

Kicks, sweeps, jabs, stomps—each strike was incredibly swift, stopping just short of the point, never giving Zhang Kui a chance to unleash his full power.

"Fuck!"

Cold sweat beaded on Zhang Kui's forehead. This woman's long legs were damn beautiful, so beautiful that he felt like throwing up, his eyes were spinning and he felt like vomiting.

A flurry of leg shadows swept in, resembling an unfolded folding fan, displaying a graceful arc.

This fan is not a beautiful fan, but a deadly weapon that will devour anyone it chooses!
After fighting for a while, Zhang Kui naturally had many footprints around him, and a faint pain came from his chest.

It has already somewhat hindered the flow of true qi.

"We can't continue like this, or we'll definitely lose."

"stop!"

Zhang Kui took two kicks, then quickly shouted and jumped out, reaching out to stop the opponent's attack.

Why are you admitting defeat?

The girl opposite him was taken aback for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on her face. In that instant, Zhang Kui, who had been somewhat flustered, suddenly crouched down, rolled over, and landed right next to her legs.

This sudden turn of events caught the girl off guard, leaving her momentarily stunned.

However, in that split second, Zhang Kui reached out with his right hand and grabbed the other person's ankle.

Then, using his waist and back muscles, he twisted his body headfirst and feet up, like a python, and coiled around the other person's long and strong legs.

He forcefully pulled his opponent to the ground, then used wrestling techniques, pulling on their arm joints and locking their legs, pinning them down.

This method, this posture!
"Fuck!"

The audience fell into a deathly silence for a moment, followed by a huge uproar.

"Zhang Kui is so handsome!"

"Awesome, my brother Kui!"

"Zhang Kui, I'd call you a real man."

The cheers were all coming from Dongqi University.

On the other hand, the situation at the East Art Center can no longer be described as merely agitated. If it weren't for the teachers in charge stopping them, a group of people would probably have already rushed up and given him a good beating.

"I am going to kill you!"

The girl's pretty face flushed red, not only with shyness but also with boundless anger.

"Do you admit defeat or not?!"

Zhang Kui has already gone all out. He's even planning to quit the martial arts team, so what's there to be afraid of? This will be the only and last glory for his martial arts team.

"deny!"

The girl was also an extremely stubborn person. Even though her joints were restricted, she still relied on her strong internal strength to resist Zhang Kui's twisting.

The two were locked in a stalemate for a moment.

The coach was also in a dilemma. If he stepped forward to pull them apart, it would be extremely inappropriate, as it would be unfair to Zhang Kui. If he didn't pull them apart, the two of them getting entangled like this would also be rather unseemly.

"Do you admit defeat or not?"

Zhang Kui gritted his teeth and twisted his body forcefully, trying to use torque to pull her joints.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, the girl suddenly arched her back, using the flexibility of her waist to instantly gain a moment of space.

Then, his internal energy surged, and before Zhang Kui could react, he instantly broke free from part of the arm.

Zhang Kui was unwilling to give up this hard-won opportunity and immediately suppressed her twitching.

The girl's elbow was already mostly dislocated. Seeing this, she suddenly exerted her strength and slammed it hard into Zhang Kui's face.

Zhang Kui slightly turned to the side, but after dodging a few times, he was still struck hard in the cheek by the elbow, and blood immediately flowed out, dripping down his neck onto the ground.

"Do you admit defeat or not?!"

Zhang Kui endured the pain, let out a loud roar, and pressed all the strength in his body onto the wound. Blood spread across his cheeks with his roar, making him look extremely ferocious.

"I give up, I give up!"

A drop of blood fell from Zhang Kui's cheek and landed on the girl's lips, tasting salty.

The girl finally couldn't hold back anymore and shouted out that she was admitting defeat.

Zhang Kui seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He slumped over, loosened his grip, and lay on his back on the ground.

The girl hurriedly got up from the ground and turned to kick Zhang Kui, but after seeing Zhang Kui's miserable state, she stopped kicking, glared at him fiercely, and said angrily, "You won unfairly!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kui grinned and chuckled, "Winning is all that matters!"

The wound on his face from the elbow strike grotesquely turned outwards as he spoke, looking somewhat terrifying.

"Dongqi University wins!"

The referee's face twitched, and he raised his arm to indicate that the game was over.

Meanwhile, the coaches in the audience had already gone up into the ring and led their respective team members off.

"Well done, Zhang Kui!"

Zeng Hongyi patted Zhang Kui on the shoulder, but only this sentence remained on his lips.

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

Zhao Rui was shocked to see Zhang Kui's face covered in blood. He never expected that his usually carefree senior brother would have such a courageous side.

"It's nothing! It just hurts a lot!"

Zhang Kui grimaced slightly, then his facial muscles twitched in pain.

The medical staff quickly treated his wounds and, like Li Xinran, took him away from the training ground.

"This, Dean Zhang, the competition..."

Dean Sun was also a little guilty. Although he came to show off his power, he did not expect to be beaten like this, with one unconscious and the other covered in blood.

If word gets out, people will think the two schools are fighting!
"In martial arts competitions, injuries are inevitable, but we must still remind the students to be less aggressive..."

Dean Zhang paused slightly before speaking.

Dean Sun nodded, then beckoned to his entourage and conveyed his message.

(End of this chapter)