An Explanation

Li Hui stared coldly at Zhou En, who was crouching before him. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. As long as he won, the mission assigned by the Iron Blood Gang would be considered complete.

His sister was safe for now.

While thinking, he glanced at the referee.

The referee looked at Zhou En, then shook his head at Li Hui. Li Hui knew this meant the referee judged Zhou En still capable of fighting.

He slowly walked towards Zhou En. Since you won't surrender, I'll just knock you out. Save you the pain.

Zhou En, clutching his stomach, managed to stand up shakily, attempting a final struggle.

Thump. Li Hui's side kick shot towards Zhou En's head.

Whoosh. Liu Yu suddenly stood up from her seat, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Zhou En's body flew backward again, crashing onto the ground like a tattered sack.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds..." The referee, watching Zhou En's unconscious form, expressionlessly began the final countdown.

"Get up, Zhou En. Are you really giving up like this? This isn't the quality a martial artist should possess," Su Lin muttered to himself.

"Zhou En, you have to win. I still want to be brothers with you for a few more years," Chubby said to himself, watching Zhou En on the arena.

In the stands, Leng Yanxi watched Zhou En lying motionless on the arena, her heart inexplicably trembling.

Get up, get up, get up.

In Zhou En's hazy consciousness, a voice seemed to be constantly urging him on.

"Eight seconds, nine seconds..."

Li Hui's lips habitually curved into a smile. He turned, knowing he had already won.

Just as he was about to step off the arena, he suddenly felt something was wrong. His steps halted abruptly in mid-air.

Because he realized what was wrong – he hadn't heard the referee call "ten seconds," nor had he heard the referee declare his victory.

He spun around sharply and saw Zhou En staggering to his feet. Li Hui couldn't help but sneer and say indifferently, "Zhou En, what's the point of persisting like this? It'll just mean I have to kick you a few more times."

If he had heard such a humiliating remark before, Zhou En would have definitely rolled up his sleeves and charged forward. But with the pain Li Hui had inflicted reaching his bones, Zhou En clearly understood that a reckless charge would be useless.

What should I do? If I can't think of a move to compensate for the weakness of the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, I'm definitely going to lose.

There was no "burst of cosmic power" here, nor a Ji Ning who could achieve enlightenment in a moment of crisis.

Zhou En's brain worked frantically. All the moves he had witnessed in his memory flashed through his mind like a movie.

Seeing Zhou En looking down in silence, Li Hui sneered and quickly lunged towards Zhou En. He wanted to finish Zhou En quickly and avoid any further complications.

His right foot shot towards Zhou En's face. Zhou En's refusal to surrender had completely enraged Li Hui. He wanted to break Zhou En's nose and show him that not everyone could be provoked.

In the stands, some timid girls covered their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene.

Liu Yu's beautiful eyes, which had been staring intently at the scene, also closed tightly.

Just as everyone thought the match was about to end, just as Li Hui's foot was about to connect with Zhou En's nose.

Zhou En moved. His upper body swayed slightly, and with that slight movement, Li Hui's foot missed its target.

However, Li Hui was no bench trainee; his stance was very stable. He quickly retracted his missed kick, not giving Zhou En an opportunity to seize an opening.

At this moment, the entire venue fell silent, as if the previous clamor had never existed.

Liu Yu didn't hear the imagined sound of bone breaking as a foot connected with a nose. Reason told her Zhou En must have dodged it, but her emotions insisted he couldn't have.

With a complex feeling, Liu Yu slowly opened one of her beautiful eyes and saw this scene – Zhou En and Li Hui facing each other. Her small mouth formed an "O" shape.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

Even Zhang Li, standing beside her, stared blankly at Zhou En on the arena, looking tired yet still standing straight, unable to snap out of her daze.

In the audience, after a brief silence, a huge wave of discussion and a tsunami of applause followed.

"How is this possible? Zhou En actually dodged Li Hui's attack! This, this, this is beyond my comprehension."

"Well done, Zhou En! I support you."

"Keep going, Zhou En, and your dream will come true."

"Go, Zhou En! Defeat Li Hui and show the school what a foolish decision they made."

"Zhou En, you're my idol."

Amidst the enthusiastic applause, a girl was looking at Zhou En in the center of the arena with a complicated expression. This person was Sun Peiyu, who had initially provided false testimony for Li Hui and later retracted it.

Since receiving a minor demerit, Sun Peiyu had resented both Zhou En and Li Hui. Her own studies were disrupted by their conflict, making her feel like she was caught in the crossfire.

So, as soon as she heard about the match between Zhou En and Li Hui, Sun Peiyu immediately dropped her textbooks and rushed to watch their fight.

She had originally expected Zhou En to lose. Sun Peiyu had already planned to mock him a few times when she passed by him later, to vent her frustration.

But she never expected Zhou En to actually dodge Li Hui's attack.

Could Zhou En actually win?

Sun Peiyu's mind began to wander. A trace of regret inexplicably welled up in her heart.

If I hadn't provided false testimony for Li Hui, maybe Zhou En and I would be good friends by now.

The Chubby saw the somewhat weary yet upright figure on the arena and boasted to the bench trainees beside him, "See? That's my brother. Be careful when you walk around from now on, don't mess with Fatty."

As he spoke, he pointed at himself with his short, stubby finger, looking quite arrogant. The matter of comforting Zhou En and telling him to give up the match earlier had long been forgotten.

The other bench trainees gritted their teeth in annoyance, but they couldn't do anything about the Chubby.

Su Lin stared at Zhou En on the arena, nodding slightly. He muttered to himself, "With this level of comprehension, he's barely good enough to be my opponent."

In the lounge, Wu Min was also quite surprised, murmuring, "This is going to be good."

In the stands, Zhang Li, who had been staring blankly at Zhou En, finally snapped back to reality and said uncertainly, "What did we just see? Zhou En actually dodged Li Hui's attack."

"Coach Liu Yu, I'm a bit confused about what's happening. I believe most of us here feel the same way. Can you explain it to us?"

Zhang Li's words finally pulled the dazed Liu Yu back to attention, and her pretty face couldn't help but blush. She stammered, "I didn't see that moment clearly."

She cursed herself inwardly, wishing she hadn't closed her eyes.

Seeing Liu Yu like this, Zhang Na couldn't help but smile and say, "Even the famous Coach Liu Yu didn't see it clearly. Was it an accident? Or is it Zhou En's new move? Let's keep watching to find out!"

On the arena, Li Hui stared grimly at Zhou En opposite him. Something had gone wrong. The worry in his heart finally erupted. This was the outcome Li Hui least wanted to see.