Jeet Kune Do

It was said that when Wu Min joined the club, the head coach had personally invited him. Moreover, the head coach had never proactively invited anyone before.

Of course, everyone automatically overlooked Zhou En.

Seeing how strongly everyone reacted, Shu Min waved his hand with a flushed face and said,

"That's not it. I know I can't beat the official team members, so I'm taking this chance to experience Senior Brother Wu Min's skills firsthand. I hope to learn something from it."

After hearing Shu Min's explanation, everyone nodded in realization.

Thus, Wu Min was called onto the ring by the coach with a helpless expression.

Wu Min had thought nothing would involve him today, so he had come out wearing pink pajamas and white slippers.

Seeing Wu Min dressed like that, everyone burst into laughter.

In the stands, Liu Yu could not help covering her forehead with one hand. She had never imagined that the club's reputation, which she had painstakingly built, would be ruined by Wu Min just like that.

"Junior Brother, you're putting me, your senior brother, in a difficult position," Wu Min said awkwardly.

Shu Min clasped his fists. "I have no choice either. I hope Senior Brother won't blame me."

Wu Min waved his hand with a cheerful grin. "It's fine, it's fine."

"Come on, I'll give you three moves. Consider it your senior brother's free instruction."

Hearing that, Shu Min was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

After seeing that the two had finished talking, the coach acting as referee blew his whistle, signaling the start of the match.

This was also done to give Wu Min some face. Otherwise, what referee would allow so much nonsense after the contestants had stepped onto the ring?

Shu Min narrowed his eyes and focused intensely. Seeing Wu Min still standing there with his arms folded and a smile on his face,

Shu Min understood that the captain truly intended to give him three moves. Without any further politeness, he swiftly charged toward Wu Min.

He threw a left punch forward, only to pull it back instantly before viciously swinging out his right fist.

Wu Min nodded slightly. "I didn't expect you to know feints. You've barely entered the door of martial arts."

Hearing that, Shu Min's heart sank sharply. A feint was called a feint because it caught the opponent off guard.

But Wu Min had already seen through his feint. That made it a real move instead.

After speaking, Wu Min smiled faintly. Facing Shu Min's incoming fist, he neither dodged nor retreated, but met it head-on.

This move caused an uproar throughout the stadium.

Wu Min reached out with his right hand and grabbed Shu Min's wrist. With a light turn, he deftly neutralized Shu Min's punch. Then he clenched his right hand into a fist and viciously struck toward Shu Min's cheek.

Bang.

Shu Min flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Hadn't he said he would give him three moves? Hadn't he said he would give his junior some pointers?

Wu Min grinned happily and said to Shu Min, who lay unconscious on the ground, "Junior Brother, this is why you shouldn't trust anyone so easily. Did you learn that?"

Everyone was speechless after hearing that. They had seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless.

The referee walked over to the unconscious Shu Min and began the count.

"Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds, seven seconds, six seconds..." It had to be said, this was much more official than yesterday.

"Three seconds, two seconds, one second. Wu Min wins." Hearing the referee announce the final result, everyone could not help sighing.

They had not expected the club captain to be so terrifying.

One move.

He had defeated one of the five strongest newcomers with just one move. This was not a gap that could be bridged so simply, but a bottomless chasm.

A smile appeared on Liu Yu's pretty face. The stronger the official team members were, the better their ranking would be in the Hundred Schools War.

This was exactly what Liu Yu wanted to see.

Meanwhile, in the lounge, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, watching the smiling Wu Min in the ring through the glass window.

"Little brother, what do you think of the captain's move?"

The figure behind him fell silent for a while before saying, "I can't tell. Perhaps the captain didn't want us to know his true abilities, so he defeated his opponent in one move."

The person with his hands behind his back said, "I saw it."

"Oh." The person behind him was startled and looked up at the man before him.

The man in front said, "It was Jeet Kune Do."

"What?" At those words, the man behind him was shocked, his face filled with disbelief.

After all, Bruce Lee had died before he could completely pass down Jeet Kune Do. In other words, the current Jeet Kune Do was actually incomplete.

It was somewhat like Sanda. Though it was highly practical, it lacked a complete martial arts system. To put it in a more childish way, it had no soul of Jeet Kune Do.

Therefore, most people used Jeet Kune Do as a reference rather than studying it in depth.

Even Bruce Lee's fourth-generation direct disciples had not displayed Jeet Kune Do in public competitions.

This showed that not many masters regarded Jeet Kune Do as their core martial art.

And Wu Min definitely was not some fool who had made Jeet Kune Do his core martial art simply because he liked it.

An extremely terrifying thought surfaced in both their minds.

"Unless Wu Min found his own soul of Jeet Kune Do."

The first match ended in only a few brief seconds, leaving the spectators who had rushed over to watch the competition shouting that it was not satisfying enough.

As the commentator, Zhang Li felt rather helpless about this and could only spend a great deal of effort soothing everyone's emotions.

There were no unexpected developments in the second and third matches. Yang Guo and Sun Ruisha, ranked third and fourth, both chose Li Hui, currently the weakest member of the club, as their opponent.

This made Li Hui extremely unhappy, but he could only accept it grudgingly.

So during the matches, Li Hui showed the two newcomers no kindness at all. Every strike was deadly, forcing Yang Guo and Sun Ruisha to kneel and beg for mercy.

It truly proved the saying: strong at the start, weak at the finish.

Finally, when Li Hui knocked Yang Guo to the ground, everyone's gazes turned in unison toward the competition lounge.

Or rather, toward where he was.

Even Zhang Li and Liu Yu at the commentator's table focused their beautiful eyes on Zhou En.

"Come out, Zhou En. Didn't you want to challenge me? I'll give you that chance."

Amid Li Hui's words and everyone's stares, Zhou En slowly rose to his feet and walked toward the competition ring.

He locked eyes with Li Hui across from him, as though sparks were dancing between them.

"Zhou En, are you sure the person you want to challenge is Li Hui?" The referee felt that he was asking a pointless question, but the rules were the rules, leaving him equally helpless.

Zhou En nodded.

After seeing Zhou En nod, Li Hui put his left hand forward and his right hand behind, faintly guarding the two vital points of his head and lower abdomen. Taekwondo guard stance.