Oh no! I've only been a freshman and I've already been targeted by a mean upperclassman.

Li Chen hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

A cool evening breeze blew across the balcony. His calm face showed no emotion.

Inside the dormitory, Wang Qiang and his two companions were still staring at him expectantly.

"How is it? What did your sister-in-law say?" Wang Qiang asked, leaning closer.

"She said she would go see it," Li Chen replied.

"Holy crap!" Wang Qiang exclaimed, "Is your sister-in-law going to supervise your battle?"

"That's it!" Zhao Zixuan snapped his fingers. "With my sister-in-law here, even if Sun Long wants to play dirty tricks, he'll have to think twice about the consequences."

Chen Mo adjusted his glasses and calmly added.

"Based on my analysis, the appearance of Senior Yan Xi will increase the attention given to this event by at least three orders of magnitude."

"At that time, Sun Long's behavior will be subject to greater public scrutiny, and the probability of him using underhanded tactics will decrease by 70%."

"But at the same time,"

He then changed the subject, saying, "This also means that you have to win cleanly and decisively, otherwise, you'll lose face for both of you."

Li Chen smiled but didn't say anything.

He walked back to his seat, put on his headphones, and started a game.

It's as if the highly anticipated fight next Wednesday is just a trivial matter.

……

Time flies.

A week passed quickly amidst peaceful classes and regular morning runs and late-night snacks with Yan Xi.

The news that Sun Long, the vice president of the martial arts club, challenged the newly crowned "God of War" had already spread like wildfire throughout every corner of Linjiang University.

On the campus network forum, related discussion threads have been built up to several hundred times.

Someone opened a betting pool, betting on how many minutes Li Chen could last.

Most people have placed their bets on Sun Long.

After all, Sun Long was a top student in the Department of Physical Education and a winner of the provincial Sanda competition. His muscular physique was visually striking.

As for Li Chen, although he had an amazing record of knocking "Iron Tower" away with one punch, in the eyes of many people, that was more like an accident full of coincidences.

How could a computer science "tech geek" possibly beat a professional fighter?

Wednesday afternoon.

Half an hour before the agreed time of 3 o'clock, the training hall on the third floor of the school gymnasium, where the martial arts club was located, was already packed with people.

The air was thick with the mixed smells of sweat, hormones, and stimulants.

In the center of the arena, Sun Long, shirtless and wearing only loose combat shorts, was warming up in front of a huge sandbag.

Every punch and kick he delivered was powerful and heavy, making the nearly 100-kilogram sandbag thud and shake violently.

His bare back and arms showed clearly defined muscle lines, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Members of the surrounding martial arts clubs were cheering him on.

"Brother Sun is awesome!"

"Damn that pretty boy!"

"Let him know what real martial arts are!"

Wang Qiang, Zhao Zixuan, and Chen Mo finally managed to squeeze through the crowd, and their faces turned pale when they saw the scene.

"Damn, this guy looks pretty tough."

Wang Qiang swallowed hard and whispered to Zhao Zixuan beside him.

Size doesn't tell the whole story.

Zhao Zixuan feigned composure, but the worry in his eyes betrayed him. "Hasn't Lao Li arrived yet?"

"It should be soon."

Chen Mo glanced at the time on his phone. "Five minutes left."

A commotion suddenly arose on the outskirts of the crowd.

A stunningly beautiful figure, dressed in a white dress and exuding a cool and aloof aura, slowly walked in, surrounded by a group of student council members.

It was Yan Xi.

Her appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The noisy training hall instantly became much quieter.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Yan Xi walked straight to the edge of the field and stood in a position with the best view.

Behind her, the student council members automatically cleared a small space, forming an invisible barrier.

Sun Long, who was hitting the sandbag, also stopped.

When he saw Yan Xi, his eyes lit up, and a smile that he thought was very handsome appeared on his face.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked up to Yan Xi.

"Senior Yan Xi, you're here to watch my competition too?"

Yan Xi's gaze didn't even linger on him, but instead looked towards the entrance behind him, and she spoke calmly.

"I'm afraid some people will be sore losers and resort to underhanded tactics."

Sun Long's smile froze instantly.

A suppressed chuckle rippled through the crowd.

Just then, the door to the training hall was pushed open.

Li Chen, dressed in simple sportswear and carrying a backpack, walked in unhurriedly.

His appearance immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Here it comes!"

"Holy crap, he actually dared to come!"

"Look at his small frame, compared to Sun Long, he's not even in the same weight class."

Ignoring the surrounding discussions, Li Chen walked straight to the center of the venue.

He casually tossed his backpack on the ground, glanced at Sun Long across from him, and then at the clock on the wall.

2:59.

"Can we begin?" he asked.

Sun Long was furious after Yan Xi's words, and seeing Li Chen's nonchalant attitude only fueled his anger.

"Kid, still acting tough even when you're about to die?" He sneered, cracking his knuckles with a crisp "crack crack" sound.

"Today, I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

He assumed a standard Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) stance, his body slightly lowered, his fists guarding his face, and his eyes locked onto Li Chen like a venomous snake.

The entire training hall fell completely silent.

Everyone held their breath.

Wang Qiang's heart was in his throat.

Zhao Zixuan's palms were sweaty.

Chen Mo had already silently dialed the school hospital's emergency number.

Yan Xi stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, expressionless, but her slightly tense jawline betrayed her inner emotions.

Li Chen stood still, without even making a starting stance.

He just looked at Sun Long and suddenly spoke.

Let's finish this quickly.

"I'm rushing to have dinner with my girlfriend."

The moment the words left his mouth, Sun Long's reason was completely consumed by rage.

"I'll fucking take you to the hospital first!"

He roared and stomped his right foot on the ground, charging straight at Li Chen like a tiger unleashed from its cage!

He unleashed a powerful right straight punch, tearing through the air, aimed at Li Chen's face!

That punch was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Some timid girls had even closed their eyes.

However, just as that fist was about to strike Li Chen...

Li Chen made a move.

His movements were extremely simple.

There was no dodging, no blocking.

He simply raised his left hand, palm open, as if to meet the other person's fist.

Just before Sun Long's fist made contact with his palm, his wrist flicked and twitched in a strange way.

Jeet Kune Do, sealing hand.

Sun Long felt as if his fist had struck a swirling ball of cotton.

That force, powerful enough to split stone and shatter monuments, was instantly deflected and neutralized by a clever force.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force of grappling came from the opponent's palm, precisely locking his wrist joint!

"What?!"

Sun Long was shocked and tried to pull his fist back, but found that his wrist was clamped tightly by an iron clamp and he could not move!

Before he could make his next reaction.

Li Chen's right hand shot out with lightning speed and grabbed his shoulder.

Lock the wrist with the left hand and clasp the shoulder with the right.

Li Chen's body shifted slightly to the side, twisting in response to Sun Long's forward momentum.

A simple move that uses the opponent's force against them.

Sun Long's body, weighing over 180 pounds, instantly lost its balance and was uncontrollably flung into the air by a clever force!

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Sun Long was slammed hard onto the hard floor, letting out a painful groan, and curled up like a shrimp.

one move.

Just one move.

From the moment Sun Long threw his punch until he was thrown to the ground.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

What just happened?

ended?

Is that all?

Li Chen stood still, patting non-existent dust off his hands, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He didn't even look down at Sun Long, who was lying on the ground curled up and convulsing.

His gaze passed over the crowd and landed on a dumbfounded middle-aged man at the edge of the field.

That's the president of the martial arts club.

"I refuse to join."

Li Chen said it casually.

Then, he bent down, picked up the backpack from the ground, and slung it over his shoulder.

He turned and left.

The crowded people, like Moses parting the sea, automatically made way for him.

He walked slowly, step by step, yet with an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression.

He pushed open the heavy door of the training hall.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in instantly, casting his shadow long and thin.

Outside the door, next to an eye-catching red sports car.

Yan Xi was leaning against the car door, holding a brown paper bag in her hand.

She looked at him, a familiar, teasing smile curving her lips.

"Finished?"