Victory

Perhaps Coach Liu Yu had not clearly seen Zhou En's move, but Li Hui, as the person involved, had seen it perfectly clearly.

"Head Sway." Li Hui stared at Zhou En and spoke word by word.

That was right. The move Zhou En had used at the critical moment was indeed Lu Junhao's Head Sway. Just as Li Hui's foot was about to kick Zhou En in the nose, inspiration had flashed through Zhou En's mind like lightning.

Head Sway combined with the Sun Character Consecutive Fist.

The weaknesses of the two moves compensated for each other, making it difficult for an opponent to find a way to break them.

Seeing Li Hui stand silently on the ring for so long, Zhou En could no longer hold back. He knew his head was still spinning, so he had to end the fight now.

His waist began to exert force, driving his entire upper body into irregular swaying as he rapidly closed in on Li Hui.

"Hiss." The crowd could not help drawing in a sharp breath when they saw Zhou En's move.

Only now did they understand how Zhou En had dodged Li Hui's fatal strike. It had not been some sudden burst of hidden power—Zhou En had used Head Sway.

Li Hui was also dumbfounded as Zhou En gradually approached, but anyone who could become the school's top fighter was no ordinary person. He quickly steadied himself and rapidly considered a countermeasure.

"Coach Liu Yu, how do you break Zhou En's combination of Head Sway and the Sun Character Consecutive Fist?" Zhang Li asked Liu Yu beside her.

Liu Yu said, "That is hard to say. Every move has certain flaws. Zhou En's new move must have flaws too, but I cannot think of them in such a short time."

"Besides, with Head Sway combined with the Sun Character Consecutive Fist, even if it has weaknesses, they will not be obvious."

"So does that mean Zhou En might win this match and take Li Hui's place as one of the five official team members?" Zhang Li pressed further.

Liu Yu hesitated. However, the slight upward curve of her red lips betrayed her true thoughts.

"It is hard to say. Li Hui might still be able to think of a way to break it."

Seeing Zhou En closing in, Li Hui kicked toward Zhou En's shin, intending to disrupt his balance.

Head Sway could keep the opponent from hitting the upper body, but the lower body could still be struck.

Yet Zhou En's legs were firmly rooted to the ground. No matter how hard Li Hui pushed, he could not move him in the slightest.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhou En rapidly closed in on Li Hui.

Li Hui inwardly cried out in alarm. This was already the ideal striking range for the Sun Character Consecutive Fist.

"Sun Character Consecutive Fist!" Zhou En practically roared. His fists rained down on Li Hui's lower abdomen like a torrential storm.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dense impacts echoed across the ring like a violent storm.

One punch, two punches, three punches, four punches...

Li Hui's eyes rolled white as blood constantly spilled from his mouth. Under the immense force of each punch, his body staggered backward again and again.

In the stands, the audience watched the scene before them and witnessed a miracle—a miracle of turning defeat into victory.

Clap clap clap clap clap!

No one knew who had started the string of applause. Then, one after another, people in the venue raised their hands.

Clap clap clap clap!

The applause thundered throughout the entire gymnasium like a storm. Perhaps one day they would marry, have children, and be surrounded by grandchildren, but they would never forget what they had witnessed today.

At the commentary desk, Liu Yu looked at Zhou En on the ring. Her beautiful eyes held a hint of playful amusement, and her mood relaxed considerably.

In the audience, Sun Peiyu looked at the man on the ring, who seemed like a god of war, and her heart could not help trembling.

Was this feeling... liking someone?

Sun Peiyu murmured to herself. Her eyes, hidden behind the large frames of her glasses, looked dim and lifeless.

On the other side of the audience, Wang Hua's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw this. He pressed his hands together and silently prayed that Zhou En would not win.

If Zhou En won, he would have to pay Zhou En thirty thousand yuan. That was a full thirty thousand, not thirty cents or three yuan. If Zhou En won, he would have to tighten his belt for the rest of his life.

Below the ring, Chubby excitedly waved his short little arms and shouted, "Zhou En, go!"

Su Lin beside him nodded slightly. "He has not disgraced the name of our Yongchun lineage."

Zhou En felt a wave of soreness in his hands. His chest muscles, triceps, and forearm muscles screamed for him to stop abusing them.

Yet Zhou En still gritted his teeth and persisted, showing no intention of stopping.

The injustice, suppression, and humiliation he had suffered over the past three months were all contained in these punches. He wanted Li Hui to know that fortune could turn, and the poor should not be underestimated.

Bang! With the final punch, Zhou En's hands dropped limply to his sides. He no longer had the strength to raise them.

Li Hui lay weakly on the ground as a crystalline tear slid from the corner of his eye.

Seeing Li Hui fall, the referee continued counting expressionlessly. "One, two, three, four, five..."

"Eight, nine, ten. Zhou En wins this match."

With the referee's announcement, Zhou En finally dropped onto the ground, a satisfied smile on his face.

His efforts through three months of days and nights had finally been rewarded.

The applause from the stands grew even more fervent, as though it would never end.

"Congratulations to student Zhou En for becoming an official club member. We also hope that more martial arts enthusiasts can possess an unwavering conviction like Zhou En."

"Zhou En will represent PZH School in the Hundred Schools War. This Hundred Schools War will be broadcast live on CC Channel, and we hope everyone will cheer for our school's representative team."

Zhang Li truly deserved to be called an outstanding host. She quickly stirred up the crowd's emotions.

Seeing the crowd's frenzy, Zhou En felt indescribably delighted. His head tilted to one side, and he fainted.

"Zhou En."

"Zhou En."

"Zhou En." He could faintly hear everyone's anxious shouts, but his consciousness soon sank into darkness.

Seeing the scene before him, Wang Hua's heart turned ice-cold. He knew he would have to tighten his belt from now on.

At the school, in the principal's office.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in." As the principal spoke, a graceful figure entered the principal's office.

Graceful and alluring, light and delicate beyond restraint. Proud of peerless beauty, relying on a face that could topple a city.

If Zhou En had been here—no, if any male student at the school had been here—they would have recognized her as the school's campus belle, Leng Yanxi.

"Xi'er, what is it?" The principal asked Leng Yanxi in confusion as she entered.

At that moment, Leng Yanxi's stunningly beautiful face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Hearing the principal's question, Leng Yanxi came back to herself. In a voice that was usually aloof but now carried traces of astonishment, she said, "Father, Zhou En defeated Li Hui on the ring today."

"What?" Upon hearing this, the principal shot up from his grand chair, a faint sense of foreboding rising in his heart.