Lost

"I lost."

As Zhou En shouted these words, a sliver of bewilderment filled his heart. Defeating Li Hui was already a slim hope, and now Su Lin, with his terrifying strength, had appeared.

Did he still have a chance to become an official team member? Zhou En walked off the competition stage in a daze, no longer remembering how long he had sat in the lounge.

His mind was filled with uncertainty about the future.

As time passed, the first round of matches was gradually drawing to a close.

Su Lin was naturally in first place with his current points, followed by Zhou En in second.

According to the "must-win" match rules, only the top five were eligible to advance to the second round.

So, everyone with hope was fighting with all their might, wishing to be among the top five.

Everyone joined the club with the goal of becoming an official team member. Seeing such a good opportunity, how could they give up?

However, there were only five spots in the top five. After intense elimination, those ranked sixth and below could only shake their heads and leave in disappointment.

They knew that if they missed this chance, they would never have anything to do with competitive fighting again.

The top five had also been decided, and they were all beaming with joy. If it weren't a public place, they would have already been screaming with excitement.

First place, Su Lin.

Second place, Zhou En.

Third place, Yang Guo.

Fourth place, Sun Ruisha.

Fifth place, Shu Min.

Liu Yu picked up the microphone, cleared her throat, and said, "First, congratulations to the five contestants who will advance to the next round. To ensure fairness, the second round of matches will be postponed until tomorrow morning."

Everyone nodded upon hearing this. Being able to compete the next day was undoubtedly the fairest for these challengers.

Zhou En didn't say much when he heard the competition was postponed to the next day. He found Chubby in the crowd, and the two left the stadium together to eat.

"Zhou En, you're not still thinking about those five official team member spots, are you?" Chubby asked, poking Zhou En's arm on the way, his voice filled with disbelief.

Zhou En nodded.

"I won't give up easily."

"Hey, hey, hey, Zhou En, you don't even know what kind of martial art Li Hui uses, and you're still vowing to defeat him," Chubby asked incredulously.

Having known Chubby for so many years, Zhou En was well aware of his temperament. He frowned and asked, "Do you know something?"

Chubby scratched his head and said, "I can't stop you anyway, so I'll tell you, just to make you give up."

Ignoring Zhou En's slightly displeased expression, Chubby said, "Li Hui studies Taekwondo."

"Taekwondo?"

"Yes, Zhou En, you should understand Taekwondo. You'd better not fight Li Hui," Chubby warned him earnestly.

Zhou En certainly knew what Chubby was talking about. If Wing Chun pursued speed, then Taekwondo pursued power.

Considering Li Hui's years of training, one could imagine how terrifying his power would be.

Chubby said, "If you even get grazed by Li Hui's fists or feet, you'll be in serious trouble."

"For your own safety and health, Zhou En, give up! You won't have a chance to win, and going up there will only be humiliating yourself."

Chubby persuaded him earnestly.

Zhou En still stubbornly shook his head. Was he kidding? He had come this far; how could he give up so easily?

"Sigh." In the end, Chubby could only let out a helpless sigh.

A day passed quickly. When the sun shone on the earth the next day, the stadium was already packed.

The sheer number of people could be described as a sea of humanity. It far exceeded the number of people who came to watch yesterday.

Wang Li looked at the enormous crowd before her, a hint of imperceptible excitement appearing on her beautiful face. Just yesterday, she had received a call from the broadcasting company.

It was undoubtedly praise for her hosting abilities. Zhang Li, who had long been accustomed to flattery, was already used to it.

What truly excited her was that the company had secured the hosting rights for the Hundred Schools War, and the company intended for her to be the commentator.

How could this not make Zhang Li excited? After receiving this news, Zhang Li couldn't sleep well all night.

"Hello everyone, I am your commentator, Wang Li, and I will be providing commentary for today's matches."

"Beside me is the club's head coach, Liu Yu."

"Hello, Coach Liu Yu."

"Hello."

"Coach Liu Yu, you've been training trainees at the club for a long time. With your experience, do you think any of these five candidate trainees have the potential to become official team members?"

Liu Yu pushed her bangs behind her forehead and gently shook her head.

"From my perspective, the chances for this batch of bench trainees are slim."

It's a joke. If they admitted someone could defeat an official team member, everyone present would question the club's training methods.

"However," just as Zhang Li was about to speak, Liu Yu interjected. Everyone assumed

"I think Su Lin actually has some hope."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd began to buzz with discussion.

"Who is Su Lin? Why isn't it Zhou En?"

"Haha, brother, you didn't watch the match yesterday, did you?"

"Whoa, did something amazing happen in the match yesterday?"

"Yeah, Zhou En was defeated by some unknown nobody named Su Lin."

"What?!"

"I heard that this Su Lin is supposedly the sole successor of Wing Chun."

"Really?" Similar conversations filled every corner of the field. In short, no one was optimistic about Zhou En.

"Today's competition will still follow the arena system. Falling to the ground and not getting up for ten seconds counts as a loss, as does voluntarily conceding."

"Of course, to accommodate the new students, the club has specifically allowed the person ranked fifth in the first round to challenge first, followed by fourth, third, and so on."

Upon hearing this, Zhou En looked towards Liu Yu in the stands, a hint of gratitude appearing in his eyes. Zhou En realized this was a convenient arrangement made for him.

"Alright, let's now invite our fifth-ranked student, Shu Min, to challenge," Zhang Li announced.

Amidst the applause from the crowd, Shu Min walked onto the arena somewhat tremblingly, clearly nervous at this moment.

At this point, Zhang Li also jogged down from the stands, heading straight to Shu Min's side.

"Student Shu Min, who will you be challenging today?" she asked, handing him the microphone in her hand.

Shu Min replied, "Senior disciple brother Wu Min."

As soon as he said this, a wave of uproar swept through the entire venue. Everyone knew who Wu Min was.

He was the club captain, the strongest among the five official team members. This Shu Min was actually challenging him? Was he crazy?