"Next, let's welcome the West District Academy team onto the field." Watching her own school's team make fools of themselves, Zhang Li felt a little uncomfortable as well, so she changed the subject and tried to shift the audience's attention toward the West District School.
As soon as Zhang Li finished speaking, six people approached from the opposite side. They all wore matching uniforms, held their heads high, and marched in neat steps. At a glance, they were clearly far beyond anything East District School could compare with.
"Don't worry. This is a contest of strength. What use is appearance alone?" Liu Yu comforted everyone.
The others only smiled bitterly, their gazes subtly gathering on Li Hui. The meaning was obvious: with such dead weight here, what difference did their strength make?
Seeing their reactions, Liu Yu's beautiful eyes could not help dimming.
The two teams slowly approached each other. Their gazes met, and the captain of the West District School suddenly raised his thumb and made a throat-slitting gesture at himself.
The East District School team glared furiously at him, each of them wishing they could drag him out and give him a vicious beating.
"Ha, why is your team missing someone? Don't tell me you think four of you can beat five of us?" Seeing their reaction, the captain of West District Academy could not help mocking them.
"Of course we can." Zhao Haiyan could not stand that sort of provocation and immediately retorted.
"Hahaha, then why did you put five names on the competition roster?" That single sentence left Zhao Haiyan speechless.
"Where's that Zhou En? Did he get scared by our reputation and not dare show up?" The captain of West District Academy mocked them again.
"You!" Zhao Haiyan was about to rush over and fight him to the death, but Zhao Feiyan beside her held her down tightly.
The West District captain sneered disdainfully a few times, then turned and swaggered away.
The five from East District School were angry as well.
Liu Yu clapped her hands and said, "Don't let this ruin everyone's mood. If there's anything to discuss, let's go to our team's waiting room first." Every competing team had its own designated waiting room.
Hearing their coach speak, everyone could only turn and head toward their team's waiting room at the back.
"Wu Min, you arrange it." After everyone entered the waiting room, the coach said to Wu Min.
Wu Min nodded, putting away his playful expression. "I'll go first this time. Then Zhao Haiyan, Zhao Feiyan, Su Lin, and finally Zhou En."
Hearing that their captain was going first, everyone felt a little moved. They all knew he was taking the first match to give the team confidence.
"What about me?" Seeing that his name had not been called, Li Hui smiled and pointed at his own nose.
Wu Min frowned. He knew that sending Li Hui out was no different from not arranging anyone at all. Even pigs knew Li Hui would definitely go easy on the opponent. "You'll go last."
"Got it." Li Hui paid no attention to the way everyone looked at him. He simply sat off to the side, picked up a bottle of Nongfu Spring prepared for the team from the floor, and began drinking.
Seeing Li Hui act like that, everyone gradually accepted reality and simply treated him like air.
They were not given much time to rest. Fifteen minutes later, someone came over to inform them that the match could begin.
Wu Min nodded at everyone and walked out with ease, as if the earlier heaviness had never existed.
Everyone stared intently at the person who came up from the other side. However, when they saw that West District School had also sent out its captain, their hearts could not help sinking.
Both sides took their places on the ring. Since the referee had not yet blown the whistle, neither of them assumed a guard stance.
"Hehe, I guessed you'd be the first to come out, so I came out first too," the West District captain sneered.
"Is that so?" Wu Min replied blandly.
"Let me guess. You went first because only by winning the first match could you boost your teammates' morale and give them confidence."
"So what?" Wu Min's tone remained calm.
"Look at that. Both East District School and West District School have sent out their captains."
"I'm guessing East District School wanted to give their own team some confidence, but they never expected the West District captain to see through their plan."
"Hahaha, wouldn't that make the East District captain furious enough to cough up blood?"
"They're a newbie school, after all. Something like this is perfectly normal."
On the other side of the stands sat a group of East District School students. Hearing the people beside them mock their school, how could they possibly endure it? They immediately began shouting back.
However, their insignificant voices of protest were quickly drowned out by the ceaseless mockery. Faced with so many taunts, even if everyone from East District School had two extra mouths, they still could not outargue them.
On the ring, seeing that his attempt to provoke Wu Min had no effect, the West District captain could not be bothered to waste any more words. He immediately assumed a Taekwondo guard stance.
In fighting competitions, most people used Taekwondo guard stances. Taekwondo had been promoted by martial arts schools across the world long ago, so many people chose Taekwondo as their primary martial art.
Wu Min gave a disdainful sneer and assumed a Jeet Kune Do stance.
The moment they saw Wu Min's stance, anyone with even a little knowledge of martial arts gasped sharply.
"This... this is Jeet Kune Do."
"Am I seeing things? Someone is actually using Jeet Kune Do?"
"Isn't Jeet Kune Do extremely difficult to practice?"
"Could the East District captain just be showing off? Maybe his Jeet Kune Do stance is all for show, while his real skill is actually Sanda or something else."
"Exactly. When Sanda was created, it drew heavily on Jeet Kune Do concepts. Both absorb the strengths of many schools, but lots of people openly use Jeet Kune Do while secretly relying on Sanda."
When Wu Min assumed the Jeet Kune Do guard stance, everyone showed expressions of shock and confusion. However, they quickly found excuses for what they had seen.
"We'll know once they fight. Whether it's real or fake Jeet Kune Do, a quick test will reveal its true form." Everyone watched Wu Min in the arena without blinking.
"Hmph, putting on a mysterious act." The West District captain sneered.
"West District School's Yang Lin versus East District School's Wu Min." The referee put the whistle to his mouth and blew it without hesitation.
The moment the referee blew the starting whistle, Yang Lin charged straight at Wu Min.
His left fist shot toward Wu Min's face. In truth, the West District captain had not put much force into this punch. As long as Wu Min made a move to respond, Yang Lin would pull back his left fist and throw his right.
That was the mix of truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth.
The first move was already a difficult problem that many people had to face.
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