"Zhou En's punching speed definitely wasn't faster than Yue Hua's," the beautiful coach said with a grave look in her eyes.
"It wasn't just a little faster. He was much faster than Yue Hua. Otherwise, there was no way he could have struck later and arrived first."
The man beside the beautiful coach also dropped his playful grin and spoke with a solemn expression.
"If he reached this level without systematic training, then his talent is truly terrifying."
The beautiful coach could not help but offer that assessment.
The man beside her was stunned. The coach normally never praised anyone, yet she had broken precedent today?
"Then wasn't that kid playing weak against Yue Hua yesterday?" The man curled his lip.
At that thought, even he drew in a sharp breath.
This guy was a formidable opponent.
At the commentary booth, Zhang Li also parted her cherry-red lips slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Commentators generally prepared scripts in advance to avoid getting stuck during commentary.
Yet Zhang Li had not prepared any lines whatsoever for the possibility of Zhou En winning.
It was not that Zhang Li lacked the basic professionalism of a commentator. She simply had never imagined that Zhou En could win.
"Wow, Zhou En, you're so handsome!" The little girl beside Zhang Li clasped both hands to her chest, her eyes full of sparkling stars.
Zhang Li looked helplessly at her best friend and somewhat regretted bringing her here.
Meanwhile, Zhou En, the center of attention, was sizing himself up with a puzzled look.
Could this be the legendary kingly aura? The protagonist's halo?
For a moment, Zhou En could not help feeling a little carried away.
Before the match, even Zhou En had not thought highly of his own chances, because the gap between them had been far too great.
Yet the match had ended in an instant, giving Zhou En an unexpected surprise.
Zhou En looked at his somewhat callused hands. Could it be that his sincerity had moved God, who had granted him strength?
"The winner is Zhou En," Zhang Li announced somewhat haltingly.
She declared the final result of the match.
When Yue Hua heard Zhang Li's voice from the commentary booth, his face turned ashen.
Yue Hua had originally planned to put on an impressive show in this match.
He wanted to attract a few naive younger schoolgirls so he could flit among the flowers.
But Zhang Li's merciless verdict was tantamount to sentencing him to death.
Yue Hua's gaze became venomous. Still, he knew that he had been clutching his little brother for nearly a minute already.
In a match, let alone a minute, lying on the ground for ten seconds counted as a loss.
"Zhou En, I definitely won't let you off."
Yue Hua gritted his teeth, his eyes brimming with malice.
On the fighting platform, Zhou En copied everyone else and waved toward the audience, immediately earning shrieks from a crowd of fangirls.
Then he leisurely walked off the stage. He still had to collect his thousand-yuan bet!
"Hello, I'm Liu Yu, head coach of the World Combat Club." Just as Zhou En stepped off the stage, a man and a woman walked toward him.
The speaker was clearly the woman walking in front.
Zhou En could not help raising his eyes to look her over.
Her black hair flowed in the breeze like satin. She had slender phoenix brows, eyes like stars and the bright moon, and a delicate jade-like nose.
Her cheeks held a faint rosy blush, and her crimson lips were like dripping cherries. Her flawless oval face was shy and tender, her snowy skin smooth and exquisitely fair, and her figure light, refined, and elegant.
"Th-that's Liu Yu, the head coach of the World Combat Club."
Since Zhou En and Liu Yu were speaking in full view of everyone, quite a few sharp-eyed spectators immediately recognized the beautiful woman.
"What? Liu Yu, the one who used to coach a national-level competition team?"
"Exactly! Becoming a coach at the national level is proof of real ability."
For a moment, everyone could not help looking at Zhou En with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
At the sight of such a beauty, Zhou En secretly swallowed.
"H-hello. Is there something you need?" Zhou En stammered. He had never seen such a stunning woman before, so it was no wonder he lost his composure.
"Do you want to become the world champion of freestyle fighting? Do you want to become the strongest man in the world? Do you want to shine with your own brilliance on the competition stage?"
The beautiful coach ignored Zhou En's question and instead poured him a huge bowl of inspirational drivel.
It left Zhou En feeling rather dizzy.
The beautiful coach took a pink business card from the LV bag slung over her shoulder.
"If you do, please contact us."
"Is that a World Combat Club business card?" Another sharp-eyed spectator immediately spotted the pink card the beautiful coach handed over and cried out loudly.
"My God, I heard the club only gives business cards to officially invited trainees."
"Could Zhou En become the club's sixth official trainee?"
"You idiot, don't you know the club can only have five official trainees compete?"
"Hehehe, I'd be more than willing to be a substitute."
At that very moment, Yue Hua, who was still lying on the fighting platform clutching his balls like a shrimp, heard those words. His eyes filled with intense shock and jealousy.
He knew perfectly well that within the club, only one official member had ever received an invitation from Liu Yu.
That person had made astonishing progress in just a few months after receiving Liu Yu's invitation and defeated the other four official members.
He became the club captain.
Although physical fitness grew fastest during the early stages of training, standing out in just a few months showed just how exceptional his talent was.
What had Zhou En done to deserve an invitation from Liu Yu?
The pink business card in Liu Yu's hand was like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly stirring up a huge uproar.
For a moment, the expressions everyone wore as they looked at Zhou En contained shock, envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Zhou En blankly accepted the business card from Liu Yu. Even now, the whole thing still felt unreal.
Zhou En seemed to see his dreams waving at him.
After seeing Zhou En accept her business card, Liu Yu said nothing more. She turned and left with a proud expression.
The man behind Liu Yu winked at Zhou En, then eagerly trotted after the beautiful coach.
"Zhou En, you really stepped in dog shit this time!" Just as Zhou En was daydreaming, Chubby suddenly slapped him on the shoulder from behind.
Zhou En was so startled that he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Damn it, are you trying to scare me to death?" Zhou En patted his bony chest, still shaken.
"Hey, Zhou En, you were actually that awesome? You didn't tell me, and it cost me twenty yuan."
Chubby spoke with an unhappy expression, though there was also a trace of shock and confusion in his eyes.
When had his buddy become so powerful? Had Zhou En secretly been practicing Chinese martial arts behind his back?
Zhou En looked around. Once he saw that no one nearby was paying attention to him, he immediately grabbed Chubby and ran toward the exit of the gymnasium.
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