Wing Chun Successor

After taking Lu Junhao's punch head-on, Zhou En was not seriously hurt.

This confirmed Zhou En's guess: Lu Junhao's punches were not powerful enough to knock someone unconscious in a single blow.

He had not even managed to make Zhou En's nose bleed. He was a complete newcomer.

Now, taking advantage of the opening after Lu Junhao's punch, Zhou En closed in.

"Sun Character Consecutive Fist."

His fists fell on Lu Junhao's lower abdomen in an unending barrage like torrential rain.

Lu Junhao's face instantly twisted in unbearable pain. Only now did he finally understand that there was a reason Zhou En had been able to defeat more than thirty of Li Hui's underlings.

Blood kept pouring from Lu Junhao's nose and mouth, making him look utterly miserable.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene. The words they had just spoken about Zhou En being unable to win felt like fish bones stuck in their throats, unbearably uncomfortable.

The people who had said Lu Junhao would defeat Zhou En were especially embarrassed. The scene before them was practically a series of slaps to the face.

Zhang Li was also somewhat embarrassed. She had just called Zhou En a new dark horse emerging from the club, yet in the blink of an eye, the dark horse she had praised was being beaten until he vomited blood.

"Looks like everyone misjudged him. Student Zhou En is still as fierce as ever."

Zhang Li was indeed one of the most outstanding graduates. She quickly redirected everyone's attention back to the match.

Originally, Zhou En had only intended to teach Lu Junhao a lesson, but he never expected the man to be so arrogant.

Therefore, Zhou En still had no intention of stopping his attack. He continued striking Lu Junhao's lower abdomen with punch after punch.

On the platform, the coach in charge of Zhou En and Lu Junhao's match could not help frowning. Technically, as long as Lu Junhao was not lying on the ground, he could not call the match off.

But the current situation was that every time Lu Junhao tried to collapse, Zhou En's fists would give him an upward force, keeping his body suspended in the air as he vomited blood repeatedly.

Seeing the whites of Lu Junhao's eyes already showing, the coach knew that if Zhou En kept hitting him, someone might well die.

The coach felt rather helpless. He knew that although referees had the authority to blow the whistle in certain special circumstances, they could not blow it whenever they pleased.

They would still have to make a report afterward. Cursing his luck, the referee had no choice but to blow the whistle.

There was no helping it. If he did not blow the whistle, Lu Junhao might be beaten to death right before him. At that point, he would be the first person held responsible.

"Zhou En wins. Zhou En gains one point."

When the referee blew the whistle, the entire venue fell briefly silent. Then a tide of whispered discussion erupted.

"Zhou En actually won. That's incredible."

"Exactly. I never thought Zhou En could win."

"What do you know? If he couldn't win a match like this, how could he be called a dark horse?"

"Ha, weren't you the one who said Zhou En couldn't possibly win?"

"That was before."

After seeing the referee announce Zhou En's victory, everyone felt as though their faces had been slapped again and again. They hurriedly said a few flattering words to cover it up.

But the others were not fools. They immediately exposed those excuses.

Those who had looked down on Zhou En felt their faces burning, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.

Commentator Zhang Li was also somewhat embarrassed. She took a deep breath, causing her full chest and abdomen to rise and fall.

That unintentional movement made those watching her secretly swallow.

"Congratulations to student Zhou En on securing the first victory of the opening round."

Zhou En raised a hand and waved toward the audience stands, prompting everyone to look at him on the platform with complicated expressions.

They were not fools. No matter how outstanding Zhou En's performance was, it was impossible for him to become an official team member.

Li Hui was not someone those benchwarmer students could compare with. Given the same weakness, Lu Junhao's punch would only leave Zhou En lightly injured.

But if it had been Li Hui instead, a single punch could have sent Zhou En sprawling on the ground.

Seeing the determination in Zhou En's eyes on the platform, Coach Liu Yu's heart grew complicated.

Liu Yu understood this situation better than anyone. At the same time, she felt a trace of regret. If only she had not been so greedy.

Zhou En's secret move would not have been exposed, and the current situation would never have arisen.

Amid the complicated gazes around him, Zhou En stepped down from the platform.

In the matches that followed, none of his opponents had secretly hidden a special move like Lu Junhao had. Naturally, dealing with these nobodies was effortless for Zhou En.

After one battle after another, Zhou En unexpectedly remained undefeated. While this left everyone dumbfounded, they could not help marveling at his formidable strength.

During his own matches, Zhou En also kept an eye on Chubby. He discovered that Chubby clearly lost more often than he won, which was only to be expected.

After all, Chubby had joined the club only three months ago. How could he compare with the veteran students who had trained at the club for years?

Zhou En also understood that the credit for his current strength all stemmed from the contact accident at school last time.

Although he did not know what had happened, Zhou En clearly understood that his body's response to training stimuli was extraordinarily strong.

The results of one day of his training could often match three days of someone else's training.

That was where Zhou En's confidence came from.

However, if he did not resolve the weakness of the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, he would have no way to become an official team member.

"Next match: Zhou En versus Su Lin."

Just as Zhou En was lost in thought, the referee's announcement completely snapped him back to reality.

He exchanged a glance with Su Lin in the distance and nodded slightly, signaling that Su Lin should not hold back and that he would give it his all.

He walked toward the platform at an unhurried pace.

"Coach Liu Yu, what do you think of this match?" On the viewing platform, Zhang Li's gentle voice spread through the broadcast system to every corner of the field.

Liu Yu's willow brows furrowed slightly as she said, "Zhou En will definitely win this match."

"Oh? Why is Head Coach Liu Yu so confident? Do you already know the strength of both competitors?" Zhang Li deliberately asked this to stir up the audience.

"Of course. Although Su Lin studies Wing Chun, Zhou En only knows a single move from Wing Chun. Logically speaking, there is no way Zhou En could win."

"But everyone who has seen Zhou En train knows how terrifying his strength and explosive power are."

"Technique is useful only when the two sides are close in strength."

After hearing Liu Yu's explanation, Zhang Li nodded slightly.

"It seems Coach Liu Yu has already sentenced Su Lin in the ring to defeat. Then let's wait and see."

In the arena, a strange smile appeared at the corner of Su Lin's mouth. He cupped his hands toward Zhou En, who was facing him.

"Zhou En, we've been brothers for so long, yet we've never had a proper match. What a shame!"

A layer of goosebumps rose over Zhou En's body when he heard that.

"Get lost, you pervert. I'm not interested in you."

Su Lin's expression stiffened. He sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Zhou En, if you can beat me today, I'll call you Grandpa."