Zhou En stood sideways to Li Hui, with his left fist forward and his right fist held roughly at chest level—the sanda guard stance.
The referee saw that both fighters were ready and blew the whistle.
The match between Zhou En and Li Hui officially began.
"Coach Liu Yu, what do you think of this match? I heard that a lot of people are paying attention to it!" Zhang Li asked Liu Yu beside her, trying to liven up the atmosphere.
Liu Yu's willow brows knitted slightly, but she still answered honestly, "The key to this match is whether Zhou En can find the weakness in the Sun Character Consecutive Fist."
"If Zhou En can find the weakness in the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, he might be able to defeat Li Hui."
Zhang Li was a professional commentator, after all. She instantly found the loophole in Liu Yu's words and immediately followed up with another question.
"So that means if Zhou En can't find the weakness in the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, he won't be able to defeat Li Hui—is that right?"
Although Liu Yu was somewhat unwilling, she still nodded reluctantly.
"Then, based on your experience, is there any chance Zhou En can find a way to counter the Sun Character Consecutive Fist?" Zhang Li asked at once.
Liu Yu hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "The simplest way to make up for the weakness of the Sun Character Consecutive Fist is actually to learn Wing Chun. After all, the Sun Character Consecutive Fist evolved from Wing Chun."
The implication was that Zhou En had no chance of learning Wing Chun in such a short time.
Zhang Li picked up where she left off. "It seems that Zhou En isn't favored by everyone. Although, as a student of this school, I shouldn't criticize the school's decision."
"But I still want to share some information I learned with everyone. As we all know, Zhou En was expelled from the school."
The moment those words were spoken, a burst of discussion erupted throughout the stadium.
"If Zhou En was expelled, then how is he competing here?" someone immediately shouted.
Zhang Li coughed lightly and said, "That's because Zhou En is currently attending the school as an auditor."
As soon as she said this, everyone began whispering among themselves.
An auditor sounded nice, but it simply meant that the school allowed you to attend classes without actually making you a student.
"Why was Zhou En expelled? There has to be a reason!" someone immediately questioned.
Zhang Li said, "That's because Zhou En refused to read the prepared script during the flag-raising ceremony."
Zhang Li's words were like an atomic bomb dropped into a calm little lake, instantly throwing everyone into an uproar.
"What? They're expelling Zhou En over that?"
"Yeah! What kind of lousy school is this? Forget this garbage school—I'm not studying here anymore!"
"Let's go, brothers. We'll head to the principal's office and demand an explanation from the school."
"How can this school be like this? This is outrageous."
"Exactly, exactly."
Hearing everyone stand up for him, Zhou En was deeply moved. His eyes seemed to grow moist.
"Zhou En is currently a third-year university student. If he goes back and repeats senior high school, it will already be too late. And without a diploma, finding a job will be extremely difficult."
"When Zhou En was at the end of his rope, Coach Liu Yu found him and gave him an idea." Zhang Li paused at this point.
"Coach Liu Yu told him that as long as he became an official team member, he would be able to represent the school in the Inter-School Competition. By then, as a public figure, Zhou En would definitely attract detailed media investigations."
"The school would have no choice but to hold its nose and readmit Zhou En. So this match is crucial to ***."
Upon hearing this, the crowd nodded secretly. Some of the girls even clasped their hands together and began praying for Zhou En.
Li Hui let out a cold laugh and stopped wasting words. He knew that if he didn't make a move, that woman Zhang Li would keep talking.
He swiftly swung his left fist forward. Zhou En stared fixedly at Li Hui's left fist. After this period of training, he had gained a rough understanding of the techniques of various schools.
As an offensive martial art, Taekwondo was full of vicious attacks in every move.
Ordinary guard stances were meant to protect the vital points of one's body, but the guard stance of Taekwondo was designed to seize the initiative. The fighter would first pretend to swing the left fist held in front.
The purpose was merely to numb the opponent's senses. Once the opponent was successfully distracted, the hidden right fist would be thrown out swiftly, achieving the effect of killing with one blow.
Facing Li Hui's incoming left fist, the corners of Zhou En's mouth curled into a smile. He didn't dodge or evade; instead, he charged straight toward Li Hui's abdomen.
As long as he could get within close range, he could unleash the Sun Character Consecutive Fist and seize victory in this match.
From the stands, Liu Yu watched the scene and shook her head slightly. Parting her red lips, she said softly, "Zhou En has lost this match."
Bang! The sound of a fist striking flesh rang out across the arena.
Zhou En's body flew backward like a spinning top.
What was going on? What had happened? Everyone had just been cheering Zhou En on, so how had he suddenly been sent flying?
And it had happened in one move—in just one move, he had been defeated.
The crowd could not help letting out disappointed sighs.
"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The referee walked over to Zhou En and began counting.
Zhou En's mind was still somewhat dizzy. He couldn't understand why this had happened. Wasn't Li Hui's left fist supposed to be just a feint? How had this happened?
This guy wasn't following the usual script.
With some difficulty, he got up from the ground and shook his dizzy head. Looking at Li Hui before him, he couldn't help asking,
"You don't fight by the usual rules?"
Li Hui chuckled twice. He looked at Zhou En as though he were looking at an idiot, but he didn't explain anything.
Zhou En knew he had been played. A trace of anger rose in his heart as he stared coldly at Li Hui.
This time, Zhou En didn't give Li Hui the chance to strike first. He attacked immediately.
Wasn't Taekwondo focused on offense? Then he would force Li Hui to defend.
Seeing Zhou En charge toward him, Li Hui couldn't help giving a cold laugh. In the past, he definitely would have folded his arms and waited for Zhou En to attack before neutralizing his moves.
He would have thrown in a punch as well. But after learning a week ago that Zhou En's trump card was the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, how could Li Hui still give Zhou En the chance to get close?
He launched a spinning kick that struck Zhou En's abdomen with pinpoint accuracy.
Zhou En felt as if his abdomen had been rammed by a battering ram. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhou En crouched down, clutching his abdomen with both hands, his face twisted in pain.
"Is Zhou En any good at all? How can he be so weak?"
"That spinning kick from Li Hui just now was so cool."
"Hey, no matter how much an alternate student trains, he'll never be a match for an official team member."
"Give up, man. Going back and repeating senior high school might not be a bad thing."
Hearing the comments from the arena, Zhou En's heart felt as though it were being cut by a knife. He truly didn't want to give up. He was already twenty-one years old. If he repeated senior high school and then went to university, he wouldn't graduate until he was twenty-five.
Not everyone had the resolve to do that.
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