Zhao Haiyan

Wu Min calmly watched the incoming punch. He quickly slammed the back of his right hand against Yang Lin's incoming left fist, then twisted his wrist and grabbed Yang Lin's left hand.

This effortlessly neutralized Yang Lin's long-planned attack. Yang Lin found himself unable to retract his left hand, and as he threw his right punch, Wu Min pulled back. Yang Lin's entire body leaned forward. Wu Min then raised his right knee and fiercely kicked Yang Lin in the lower abdomen.

Yang Lin cursed his bad luck. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then he clutched his stomach, groaning in agony on the ground.

The onlookers widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

"Gou Lou Hand," they all uttered the words with a hint of bitterness.

"Hiss." Even those who didn't understand the technique now grasped its significance. Gou Lou Hand, wasn't that one of Bruce Lee's three signature ultimate skills?

"Could it be that this guy actually learned Jeet Kune Do? And he dares to use it in this competition?"

The core of Jeet Kune Do lies in the concept of "intercepting the fist." It's a martial art that involves intercepting an opponent's incoming punch and then counter-attacking.

It's also the only martial art that primarily focuses on defense. This is why so few people truly master Jeet Kune Do. To flexibly intercept an opponent's punch, one must endure hundreds of mistakes, meaning being hit at least a hundred times.

Simply put, this technique was tailor-made for Bruce Lee. Others, even if they learned it, couldn't use it flexibly. Many of Bruce Lee's disciples couldn't carry on his legacy of Jeet Kune Do.

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

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

Yang Lin lay on the ground. Since his head was uninjured, his mind was clear. He couldn't believe that he had just mocked Wu Min's weakness and boasted about defeating him.

Yet, the reality was that he couldn't even block a single move. His eyes were filled with intense unwillingness.

"Nine seconds, ten seconds. Wu Min wins." As the referee announced the result, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Those who had just mocked East District Academy as weaklings turned beet red, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

One move. Just like when he fought Shu Min, he had defeated his opponent in a single move. It wasn't that Yang Lin was as weak as Shu Min, but rather that Wu Min's strength was unfathomable.

Yang Lin was carried off the stage by medical personnel. Lying on the stretcher, Yang Lin's eyes still held a deep sense of unwillingness.

In a not-so-large area of the stands, a group of students looked towards Wu Min on the arena with excitement. These were the students from East District Academy.

Initially, they had heard the taunts from other schools and thought their own school was doomed, that they were going to lose. But they never expected Wu Min to defeat his opponent in just one move, which filled them with immense excitement.

Now, they felt more confident and bold, looking at those who had mocked them with pride.

On the commentary desk, Zhang Li, who had been worried about East District Academy, let out a slight sigh of relief. Her gaze towards Wu Min changed slightly.

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

"Student, you can challenge the second opponent from West District Academy," the referee said, slightly bewildered as Wu Min casually walked off the stage, and then reminded him.

"No need. I want to give my teammates some space to grow," Wu Min replied coldly, cutting him off.

The referee's warm greeting was met with a cold shoulder, and he could only force an awkward smile.

"Next up, Hu Tianhao from West District Academy will face Zhao Haiyan from East District Academy." As the referee's voice fell, Hu Tianhao and Zhao Haiyan both walked towards the arena.

"I honestly don't know what to say about you East District Academy. You have such a strong ace but don't use him. You're truly fools," Hu Tianhao said, shaking his head with a look of pity.

"What did you say?" Zhao Haiyan's fiery temper couldn't take it, and she immediately roared back. This startled Hu Tianhao opposite her.

The referee frowned, looking at the two who had started arguing before the match even began, and urged them on, blowing his whistle.

"Who do you think will win this match?"

"I guess Zhao Haiyan, after all, she has such an amazing captain."

"Heh, a strong captain doesn't necessarily mean the team members are strong too."

As Zhao Haiyan entered the arena, a buzz of discussion filled the air.

A sinister grin spread across Hu Tianhao's lips as he charged directly at Zhao Haiyan. Zhao Haiyan quickly adopted a defensive stance and responded swiftly, clenching her right fist and aiming a fierce punch at his abdomen.

Seeing the punch aimed at his abdomen, Hu Tianhao's grin widened. He didn't dodge or block, taking Zhao Haiyan's punch head-on.

Seeing Hu Tianhao take her punch directly, Zhao Haiyan inwardly knew it was bad and tried to retract her hand.

"Too late." Hu Tianhao's sinister grin grew even more menacing. Seizing this opening, he landed a powerful punch on Zhao Haiyan's face.

A professional boxer's punch was something Zhao Haiyan couldn't withstand. It knocked her out cold.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The previous exchanges were so fast that it took a moment for everyone to react.

"Did I see that right? Hu Tianhao also defeated Zhao Haiyan from East District Academy in just one move?"

"Isn't Zhao Haiyan a bit too weak? I'm starting to have my doubts."

"Brother, it's not just you who's having doubts now. We all are."

"Maybe only the captain, Wu Min, is a master in East District Academy, and the rest are all rookies."

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

With Zhao Haiyan's defeat, the crowd began to express their lack of confidence in East District Academy. After all, the gap between the two official team members was too vast.

"Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten seconds. Hu Tianhao wins." As the referee's voice faded, a thunderous applause erupted from a section of the audience.

The crowd turned to see the students from West District Academy clapping enthusiastically.

In contrast, the students from East District Academy looked like wilted eggplants, dejected and dispirited.

On the commentary desk, Zhang Li first offered her congratulations to West District Academy, then fell silent, clearly still worried about East District Academy's loss.

She had hoped to see her school represented in the national martial arts competition, but now it seemed almost impossible.