Zhao Haiyan

Wu Min remained calm. Watching the incoming punch, he quickly slammed the back of his right hand into Yang Lin's left fist, then smoothly twisted his wrist and grabbed Yang Lin's left hand.

He effortlessly neutralized Yang Lin's long-planned attack. Yang Lin found that even trying to pull back his left hand was useless just as he was about to throw his right fist as well.

Wu Min yanked backward, pulling Yang Lin's entire body forward. Then Wu Min raised his right knee and viciously drove it into Yang Lin's lower abdomen.

Yang Lin inwardly cried out in alarm. Before he could react, a sharp pain erupted from his lower abdomen. He clutched his stomach and wailed in agony on the ground.

Everyone who saw this widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Gou Lou Hand." Everyone spoke those three words with a trace of bitterness.

"Hiss." Now, even those who did not understand got it. Wasn't Gou Lou Hand one of Bruce Lee's three signature techniques?

"Could it be that this guy really practiced Jeet Kune Do? Someone actually dared to use Jeet Kune Do in this competition?"

The key to Jeet Kune Do lay in the word "intercept." To intercept a punch meant stopping an opponent's incoming fist and then counterattacking.

It was also the only martial art that focused primarily on defense. That was why so few people truly mastered Jeet Kune Do. To intercept an opponent's punches fluidly, one would have to make at least hundreds of mistakes.

That meant getting hit by punches at least hundreds of times.

Put simply, this was a martial art tailored specifically for Bruce Lee. Even if others learned it, they would not be able to use it flexibly. Even among Bruce Lee's many disciples, few had managed to carry Jeet Kune Do forward.

Yet now, someone was using Jeet Kune Do against an opponent.

The referee walked expressionlessly over to Yang Lin and began counting. "One second, two seconds, three seconds..."

Yang Lin lay facedown on the ground. Since his head had not been injured, he remained conscious. He had never imagined that, only moments ago, he had mocked Wu Min for being useless and declared that he would defeat him.

But in reality, he could not even withstand a single move from his opponent. His eyes were filled with deep unwillingness.

"Nine seconds, ten seconds. Wu Min wins." As the referee announced the result, cheers immediately erupted throughout the arena.

Those who had just mocked East District School as weaklings all flushed red with embarrassment, wishing they could crawl into a hole.

One move. Just as in his match against Shu Min, Wu Min had still defeated his opponent in a single move. It was not because Yang Lin was as weak as Shu Min, but because Wu Min's strength was unfathomable.

Medical staff carried Yang Lin off the stage. Even as he lay on the stretcher, his eyes remained filled with unwillingness.

In one not-so-large section of the stands, a group of students looked excitedly toward Wu Min on the ring. They were the students of East District School.

After hearing the mockery from the other schools, they had thought their school was done for and bound to lose. Yet Wu Min had defeated his opponent with just one move. How could they not be thrilled?

Now they had confidence and courage. They began looking proudly at the people who had mocked them before.

At the commentator's booth, Zhang Li, who had been worried about East District School, could not help but breathe a slight sigh of relief. The way she looked at Wu Min immediately changed.

Seeing Yang Lin being carried away, Wu Min turned and walked off the ring himself.

"Student, you can still challenge West District School's second competitor," the referee reminded him. Seeing Wu Min swagger off the ring like that, the referee was momentarily stunned.

"No need. I want to give my teammates some room to gain experience." Wu Min coldly shut him down with a single sentence.

The referee's friendly gesture met a cold response, and he could only smile awkwardly.

"Next, Hu Tianhao of West District Academy will face Zhao Haiyan of East District Academy." As the referee's voice fell, Hu Tianhao and Zhao Haiyan both walked toward the ring.

"I really don't know what to say about your East District School. You clearly have such a powerful trump card, yet you refuse to use him. What idiots." Hu Tianhao shook his head, wearing an expression of regret.

"What did you say?" How could Zhao Haiyan's fiery temper endure that? She instantly roared, startling even Hu Tianhao across from her.

The referee looked at the two, who were already arguing before the match had even begun, and frowned. He urged them on before blowing his whistle.

"Who do you think will win this match?"

"If I had to guess, probably Zhao Haiyan. After all, she has such an awesome captain."

"Heh, just because the captain is strong doesn't mean the teammates are strong too."

As soon as Zhao Haiyan stepped onto the ring, discussion erupted throughout the arena.

Hu Tianhao curled his lips into a vicious grin and charged straight at Zhao Haiyan. Zhao Haiyan hurriedly assumed a guarded stance and responded quickly. Clenching her right fist, she viciously punched toward his lower abdomen.

Seeing the punch heading for his stomach, Hu Tianhao grinned viciously. He neither dodged nor blocked, taking Zhao Haiyan's punch head-on.

When Zhao Haiyan saw Hu Tianhao take her punch without flinching, she inwardly cried out in alarm and tried to pull back immediately.

"Too late." Hu Tianhao's vicious grin became even more savage. Seizing the opening, he smashed a fist hard into Zhao Haiyan's face.

How could Zhao Haiyan possibly withstand a professional boxer's punch? She was knocked unconscious on the spot.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The exchange just now had happened far too quickly, and only now did the crowd react.

"Am I seeing things? Hu Tianhao also defeated East District School's Zhao Haiyan with just one move?"

"Is Zhao Haiyan really that weak? I'm starting to have doubts."

"Brother, it's not just you. We're all starting to have doubts now."

"Maybe Wu Min, their captain, is the only expert at East District School. Everyone else is just a rookie."

"Brother, your analysis makes a lot of sense."

With Zhao Haiyan's fall, the crowd once again began looking down on East District Academy. After all, the gap between East District Academy's two official members was simply too great.

"Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten seconds. Hu Tianhao wins." As the referee's voice fell, thunderous applause suddenly rose from one section of the audience.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw the students of West District School applauding enthusiastically.

In contrast, the students of East District School looked like frostbitten eggplants, utterly dispirited.

At the commentator's booth, Zhang Li first offered some congratulations to West District School, then fell silent. Clearly, she was still worried about East District School's loss.

She also hoped to see her school compete in the national fighting tournament, but now it seemed almost impossible.