Wing Chun Successor

After taking Lu Junhao's punch head-on, Zhou En wasn't seriously injured.

This confirmed Zhou En's guess: Lu Junhao's punch didn't have enough power to knock someone out in one blow.

He didn't even get a nosebleed; Lu Junhao was clearly a complete rookie.

Now, Zhou En seized the opening after Lu Junhao's punch and closed the distance.

"Sun Character Consecutive Fist."

His fists rained down on Lu Junhao's abdomen like a relentless downpour.

Lu Junhao's face contorted in agony. At this moment, he finally understood why Zhou En had been able to defeat over thirty of Li Hui's subordinates.

Blood poured from Lu Junhao's mouth and nose, a truly pathetic sight.

The crowd stared blankly at the scene. The words they had just spoken, claiming Zhou En couldn't possibly win, felt like fishbones stuck in their throats, making them incredibly uncomfortable.

Especially those who had been so sure Zhou En would be defeated by Lu Junhao. This scene was a complete slap in the face.

Zhang Li was also a bit embarrassed. She had just called Zhou En a new dark horse emerging in the club, and in the blink of an eye, the dark horse she spoke of was spitting blood.

"It seems everyone misjudged him. Classmate Zhou En is still as fierce as ever."

As one of the most outstanding graduates, Zhang Li quickly refocused the crowd's attention on the match.

Zhou En had initially just intended to teach Lu Junhao a lesson, but he never expected the guy to be so arrogant.

So, Zhou En had no intention of stopping his attack, continuing to land punch after punch on Lu Junhao's abdomen.

On the stage, the coach overseeing Zhou En and Lu Junhao's match couldn't help but frown. Logically, he couldn't stop the fight as long as Lu Junhao wasn't on the ground.

But the situation was that every time Lu Junhao tried to fall, Zhou En's fists would give him an upward force, keeping Lu Junhao suspended in the air while he continued to spit blood.

Seeing Lu Junhao's eyes roll back, the coach knew that if Zhou En continued like this, it could be fatal.

The coach was quite helpless. He knew that while the referee had the right to blow the whistle in special circumstances, it wasn't something they could do just as they pleased.

They would have to file a report afterward, and he cursed his bad luck. The referee reluctantly blew the whistle.

There was no other choice. If he didn't blow the whistle, Lu Junhao might be beaten to death right there, and he would be the one held responsible.

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

When the referee blew the whistle, the entire venue fell into a brief silence. Then, a tidal wave of whispers erupted.

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

"Yeah, I didn't expect Zhou En to win."

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

"Ha, didn't you just say Zhou En couldn't win?"

"That was before."

Upon hearing the referee announce Zhou En's victory, everyone felt their faces slapped and quickly uttered some pleasantries to cover their embarrassment.

But others weren't fools and immediately saw through their attempts at damage control.

Those who had looked down on Zhou En felt their faces burn, wishing they could disappear into a hole.

The commentator, Zhang Li, was also a bit awkward. She took a deep breath, her full chest rising and falling.

This unintentional movement caused those paying attention to swallow hard.

"Congratulations to classmate Zhou En on securing his first victory in the first round."

Zhou En waved to the audience, who looked at him on the stage with complex expressions.

They weren't fools; even if Zhou En performed exceptionally, he couldn't become an official team member.

This was because Li Hui was not someone the bench trainees could compare to. With the same weakness, Lu Junhao's punch only caused Zhou En minor injuries.

But if it were Li Hui, one punch would have sent Zhou En to the ground.

Seeing Zhou En's determined gaze on the stage, Liu Yu's heart felt a complex mix of emotions.

She understood this situation the most and even felt a trace of regret. If she hadn't been so greedy for food…

Zhou En's ultimate move would not have been exposed, and they wouldn't be in this situation.

Amidst the complex gazes, Zhou En walked off the stage.

In the subsequent matches, none of the opponents hid their trump cards like Lu Junhao had. Therefore, Zhou En dealt with these minor figures effortlessly.

After a series of fights, Zhou En remained undefeated, astonishing everyone and forcing them to acknowledge his formidable strength.

During his own matches, Zhou En also paid attention to Chubby. He noticed that Chubby was clearly losing more than winning, which was understandable.

After all, Chubby had only joined the club three months ago and couldn't compare to the veterans who had trained for years.

Zhou En also knew that his current strength was entirely thanks to the incident at school last time.

Although he didn't know exactly what happened, Zhou En clearly understood that his body reacted very strongly to training stimuli.

The results of one day of his training were often equivalent to three days of training for others.

This was the source of Zhou En's confidence.

However, if he didn't address the weaknesses of the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, he wouldn't be able 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 jolted him back to reality.

He met Su Lin's gaze from across the distance, nodded slightly, signaling that his opponent shouldn't hold back and that he would go all out.

He stepped forward, walking onto the stage at an unhurried pace.

"Coach Liu Yu, what are your thoughts on this match?" Zhang Li's gentle voice, amplified by the broadcast system, spread to every corner of the field from the main platform.

Liu Yu's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she said, "Zhou En will definitely win this one."

"Oh? Head Coach Liu Yu, what gives you such confidence? Do you know the strengths of both fighters?" Zhang Li asked, deliberately trying to stir up the audience's emotions.

"Naturally. Although Su Lin studies Wing Chun, Zhou En only knows one move from Wing Chun. Logically, Zhou En shouldn't be able to win."

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

"Technique is only useful when the strength of both sides is roughly equal."

Zhang Li nodded slightly after hearing Liu Yu's explanation.

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

In the ring, a strange smile appeared on Su Lin's lips. He cupped his hands towards Zhou En, who was observing him.

"Zhou En, we've never properly fought each other as brothers. What a shame!"

Zhou En couldn't help but get goosebumps upon hearing this.

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

Su Lin's expression stiffened, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

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