Martial Arts Godhood: At the Start, Rebels Asked Me to Be an Undercover Agent

Xiao Wang glanced at Chu Wenlong. "Are you sure? Judging from his arrogance and confidence, I suspect his ranking on the list doesn't reflect his true strength."

"It's okay, at worst I'll lose and you can help me get revenge."

"That works too. You need to practice and improve, so this is a good opportunity."

"That's what I think too."

After Chu Wenlong finished speaking, he stepped forward, looked at Hou Guishan, and said, "Since you've come to challenge our entire No. 7 Middle School, then I'll give it a try first."

Hou Guishan looked at Chu Wenlong and said excitedly, "Great! I thought everyone at No. 7 Middle School was a coward and no one dared to step up. Not bad, there are some brave people here."

After Chu Wenlong went up, most of the people from No. 7 Middle School next to him didn't cheer him on, but instead whispered among themselves, and many raised questions.

"Chu Wenlong? Can he handle it?"

"Is there even a question? Of course not. Going up there would only get you beaten up."

After all, they all knew Chu Wenlong's strength and that his chances of winning were slim.

Xiao Wang ignored the noise and looked at Chu Wenlong, reminding him, "Just treat it as practice, don't worry about winning or losing."

"clear."

After Chu Wenlong finished speaking, he didn't waste any more words and charged straight at Hou Guishan. Judging from his speed, Xiao Wang knew that he was holding nothing back.

Seeing Chu Wenlong's actions, the people from No. 7 Middle School who were watching stopped caring about his strength and started cheering him on.

"come on."

"Rush."

"Kill him, he's too arrogant."

Xiao Wang looked at the field, and at the same time, he caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye: martial arts teacher He Tao.

At this moment, He Tao was also excited, clenching his fists and shouting encouragement for Chu Wenlong.

As Hou Guishan watched Chu Wenlong rush towards him at top speed, a contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He said calmly, "Are all the students at No. 7 Middle School this kind of trash?"

After saying that, Chu Wenlong rushed in front of Hou Guishan and threw a punch straight at his face.

However, Hou Guishan easily dodged the punch with a swift movement.

"Too slow, and too weak."

As Hou Guishan spoke, he already had his fist ready to strike, and then, much faster than Chu Wenlong, he punched Chu Wenlong in the abdomen.

boom!

A dull thud was heard.

Ho!

The entire stadium erupted in a scream.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Wenlong flew backward, his whole body bent like a mantis shrimp, landing two meters away, his buttocks touching the ground, slumped down.

I had abdominal pain and was coughing violently.

The cheers and shouts stopped abruptly, and the entire stadium fell silent.

Chu Wenlong launched the first attack, but his opponent struck first and defeated him in one move.

This clearly demonstrates the vast disparity in strength between the two sides.

This left everyone present speechless.

After a short while, whispers began to circulate throughout the room.

"So strong!"

"Judging from his posture, he probably hasn't used his full strength yet."

"With this level of skill, he should be ranked far above 73rd, probably even in the top 50."

"I'm afraid it's not just that; Xiao Wang's fate is sealed."

After that punch, many people in No. 7 Middle School lost even more confidence in Xiao Wang. At first, they thought there was still some hope, after all, his ranking was slightly higher. But now, they could see that Hou Guishan's strength was clearly higher than his ranking, and their confidence plummeted.

"it is good."

On the contrary, several students from No. 4 Middle School who came with Hou Guishan cheered, their momentum directly overshadowing the entire No. 7 Middle School group in the venue.

"Are all the students at No. 7 Middle School this kind of trash? Are there any others like this?"

Hou Guishan glanced at Chu Wenlong on the ground, then pointed to all the people from No. 7 Middle School present.

"If not, then the entire No. 7 Middle School, um..." Hou Guishan said, giving a thumbs up and then pointing it downwards.

As he made his move, the other students from No. 4 Middle School all wore smug smiles.

Those from No. 7 Middle School were mortified, their faces showing shame and drooping eyes. Many lowered their heads slightly, feeling aggrieved.

However, many people are secretly determined to win back their pride and place their hopes on Xiao Wang, hoping that he can avenge his previous defeat and beat him so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Xiao Wang saw that martial arts teacher He Tao also sighed.

There was nothing He Tao could do. He knew Xiao Wang's strength; even if Xiao Wang went, he would only be humiliating himself and would have almost no chance of winning.

Hou Guishan pointed around, but no one went up. Finally, his gaze settled on Xiao Wang.

"Are you still going to hit me?"

"Go ahead and fight, we're already here."

As Xiao Wang spoke, his tone was relaxed, and he stepped forward to help Chu Wenlong up from the ground.

"Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I embarrassed myself."

"It's okay, the important thing is whether you've made progress."

Xiao Wang had already guessed Chu Wenlong's fate. Even if Hou Guishan hadn't hidden his strength, he could roughly guess that Chu Wenlong would be defeated in three moves at most. After all, one was ranked 73rd and the other 736th, a difference that was several orders of magnitude. Being defeated in one move wasn't particularly outrageous.

Xiao Wang helped Chu Wenlong to the side. Just then, An Han squeezed in front of Xiao Wang, a lollipop in her mouth. She looked at Xiao Wang and asked, "Will that person make it out of No. 7 Middle School alive?"

Xiao Wang: ? ? ?

"It's just a regular challenge battle, not a life-or-death situation."

"He was so arrogant, he deserved to die. Don't hold back."

Xiao Wang listened and returned to the field.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Wang, after all, the hopes of the entire No. 7 Middle School were now on his shoulders.

Many people were even more nervous than Xiao Wang, their Adam's apple bobbing and their mouths constantly swallowing.

Do you think Xiao Wang can handle it?

"I don't know, I think it's very unlikely."

Hearing these words, Guan Chaoyang shouted from behind Xiao Wang, "Xiao Wang, don't hold back! Give him a good beating!"

Although he was somewhat worried that Xiao Wang might not win, he knew that at this moment, he absolutely couldn't let his morale falter, and he had to hold up the crowd no matter what.

Xiao Wang, on the other hand, was not nervous at all and looked very casual. He glanced in the direction of his teacher, He Tao.

He Tao also had a serious expression, but after meeting Xiao Wang's gaze, he smiled and clenched his fists to cheer him on.

Hou Guishan glanced at Xiao Wang, noticing his casual and nonchalant attitude, which made him a little wary. But it was only a little wary, because he knew he had only used 6% of his strength when he punched Chu Wenlong earlier, and his true strength had not yet been revealed.

"Xiao Wang, it seems you're the last hope for No. 7 Middle School. It's the final match, just deciding a winner isn't very interesting. How about we bet on something?"

"Anything is fine with you, it's up to you."

Xiao Wang remained relaxed, not taking it seriously at all, because he could tell from Hou Guishan's punch to Chu Wenlong that even if he only used one-tenth of his strength, his overall strength was still far inferior to his own.

After all, he has now reached the "divine" level of Tiger Fist.

Hearing Xiao Wang's casual tone, Hou Guishan's fighting spirit gradually rose. "Fine, if I win, you'll say one thing: 'Your Seventh Middle School is all trash,' how about that?"

Xiao Wang listened and smiled. "Still so young," he thought, "already arguing about such trivial matters."

"Sure, but what if I win?"

"You win? Name your terms."

Xiao Wang glanced at Hou Guishan, noticing his flashy clothes and that he didn't seem to come from an ordinary family, and said, "If I win, give me 3 Federal Credits."