Victory

Perhaps Coach Liu Yu didn't see Zhou En's moves clearly, but Li Hui, as the participant, definitely saw them perfectly.

"Head Sway," Li Hui said, staring at Zhou En, enunciating each word.

That's right, the move Zhou En used in the critical moment was Lu Junhao's Head Sway. Just as Li Hui's foot was about to kick Zhou En's nose, this flash of inspiration struck Zhou En's mind like lightning.

Head Sway combined with Sun Character Consecutive Fist.

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

Seeing Li Hui standing on the arena for a long time without speaking, Zhou En couldn't help himself. He knew his head was still spinning and he had to end the fight now.

He began to exert force from his waist, driving his entire upper body to sway irregularly as he quickly approached Li Hui.

"Hiss." The crowd gasped when they saw Zhou En's move.

Now, they finally understood why Zhou En was able to dodge Li Hui's fatal blow. It wasn't some burst of cosmic energy, but Zhou En using Head Sway.

Li Hui was also taken aback as Zhou En gradually approached, but being the top student in the school, he was naturally not an ordinary person. He quickly calmed his mind, rapidly thinking of countermeasures.

"Coach Liu Yu, how can we counter Zhou En's combination of Head Sway and Sun Character Consecutive Fist?" Zhang Li asked Liu Yu beside her.

Liu Yu replied, "It's hard to say. Every move has its weaknesses, and Zhou En's new combination must have one, but I can't think of it in such a short time."

"Also, even if Head Sway combined with Sun Character Consecutive Fist has a weakness, it won't be very obvious."

"So, does that mean this match might be won by Zhou En, and he'll replace someone to become one of the five official team members?" Zhang Li pressed.

Liu Yu hesitated, but the slight upward curve of her red lips betrayed her inner thoughts.

"It's hard to say. After all, Li Hui might be able to find a way to counter it."

Seeing Zhou En closing in, Li Hui kicked out at Zhou En's calf, trying to disrupt his balance.

Head Sway could make it hard to hit the upper body, but it could still hit the lower body.

However, Zhou En's legs were firmly planted on the ground. No matter how hard Li Hui tried, he couldn't budge him.

Zhou En seized this opportunity to quickly close in on Li Hui.

Li Hui cursed inwardly, realizing this was the optimal striking range for Sun Character Consecutive Fist.

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

Thump, thump, thump.

The dense collisions echoed across the arena like a storm.

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

Li Hui's eyes rolled back, and he spat blood continuously. His body was forced back step by step under the powerful impact of the punches.

In the stands, the audience witnessed this scene, a miracle, a miracle of turning the tables.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap."

Someone started a round of applause. Then, one by one, people in the arena raised their hands.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

The applause roared through the entire stadium like a storm. Perhaps they would get married and have children, with descendants filling their homes in the future, but they would never forget this scene today.

On the commentary stage, Coach Liu Yu looked at Zhou En in the arena, a playful smile appearing in her beautiful eyes. Her mood also lightened considerably.

In the audience, Sun Peiyu watched the man on the arena, who seemed like a god of war, and her heart trembled.

Is this what liking someone feels like?

Sun Peiyu murmured, her eyes hidden behind her glasses appearing dim.

On the other side of the audience, Wang Hua's eyes nearly popped out watching this scene. He clasped his hands together, silently praying for Zhou En not to win.

If Zhou En won, he would have to pay Zhou En thirty thousand yuan. That was a whole 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 arena, Chubby waved his short arms excitedly, shouting, "Go, Zhou En!"

Su Lin beside him nodded slightly, "You haven't disgraced the name of our Yongchun lineage."

Zhou En felt a dull ache in his hands. His chest muscles, triceps, and forearm muscles screamed at him to stop abusing them.

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

The grievances, suppression, and humiliation he had endured over the past three months were all contained in these punches. He wanted to let Li Hui know that fortunes change, and one should not look down on a poor young man.

Thump. With the final punch, Zhou En's arms hung down powerlessly. He no longer had the strength to lift them.

Li Hui lay on the ground, a crystal tear rolling down the corner of his eye.

The referee, seeing Li Hui fall, continued to count expressionlessly: "One, two, three, four, five..."

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

As the referee announced the result, Zhou En finally collapsed onto the ground, a satisfied smile on his face.

His three months of day and night effort had finally paid off.

In the stands, the applause grew even more fervent, as if it would never end.

"Congratulations to student Zhou En for becoming an official member of the club. We also hope that more martial arts enthusiasts will have the unwavering belief like student Zhou En."

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

Zhang Li, a truly excellent host, quickly managed to stir up the crowd's emotions.

Seeing the frenzied scene, Zhou En felt an indescribable joy. He tilted his head and promptly fainted.

"Zhou En."

"Zhou En."

"Zhou En." He could faintly hear the anxious shouts of the crowd, but his consciousness quickly sank into darkness.

Seeing the scene before him, Wang Hua felt a chill run down his spine. He knew he'd have to tighten his belt from now on.

School, Principal's Office.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in." As the Principal's voice fell, a woman with a graceful figure entered the office.

Graceful and charming, light and unrestrained. She prides herself on her peerless beauty, and relies on her city-toppling allure.

If Zhou En were here, no, any male student in the school would have recognized this person as the school's flower, Leng Yanxi.

"Xi'er, what is it?" The Principal asked, looking at Leng Yanxi as she entered, a hint of confusion in his voice.

At this moment, Leng Yanxi's stunningly beautiful face was filled with surprise and astonishment.

Hearing the Principal's question, Leng Yanxi snapped back to attention. Even with her usual cool demeanor tinged with surprise, she said, "Daddy, Zhou En defeated Li Hui in the arena today."

"What?" The Principal shot up from his armchair upon hearing this, a vague sense of foreboding growing in his heart.