Two Consecutive Victories

In the lounge, everyone looked at Zhao Haiyan, who had been carried out, and their hearts grew heavy. Wu Min even sighed softly. Their confidence, which had just been built up, was now gone.

Zhao Feiyan stood up. He knew it was his turn to enter the arena.

"Feiyan." Zhao Feiyan looked towards Wu Min, who had called out to him.

Wu Min said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just relax, like when you spar at the club." Zhao Feiyan nodded forcefully.

With somewhat heavy steps, he slowly walked onto the arena.

Hu Tianhua crossed his arms and coldly watched Zhao Feiyan approach, sneering, "Looks like another one has come to die."

Zhao Feiyan didn't respond to Hu Tianhua's taunt. Compared to his younger brother, Zhao Haiyan, Zhao Feiyan was much more mature and rational.

"So, you're scared? Hey, hey, hey, what's with that expression? I'm telling you, believe it or not, I'll smash that pretentious face of yours." Even with Zhao Feiyan's good demeanor.

Facing Hu Tianhua's provocation, a trace of anger involuntarily rose within him. The referee also frowned. Seeing that both sides were ready, he blew his whistle, signaling the official start of the match.

"What do you guys think? Can Zhao Feiyan from East District School win against Hu Tianhua this time?"

"Hmm, I don't think the chances are high. After all, apart from their captain, the rest of the East District School contestants are not even worth mentioning."

"That's true. If East District School had any strong fighters, they would have brought them out by now."

"It looks like East District School is going to come in last place in this Hundred Schools War."

"Exactly, exactly. How can a team participating in a combat competition for the first time possibly get a good ranking? They need to accept reality and start from scratch, step by step."

In the lounge, Wu Min's expression darkened as he watched Zhao Feiyan in the arena, a hint of regret stirring within him.

Liu Yu, standing beside him, whispered words of comfort, "It's okay, give Zhao Feiyan some confidence." Wu Min could only place his hope in Zhao Feiyan in the arena.

On the stage, the two fighters quickly clashed. The sound of fists meeting flesh immediately followed. Although Zhao Feiyan could withstand his opponent's attacks, the match was still evenly matched.

"Huh, am I seeing things correctly? Hu Tianhua isn't defending anything except his head."

"Now that you mention it, it does seem that way."

"Is this kind of reckless fighting style really appropriate?"

"No, you're wrong. That's not reckless fighting; that's Muay Thai." Someone with a keen eye immediately noticed something unusual.

"What? Muay Thai? Are you sure? It's crazy for someone to be learning Muay Thai!"

As everyone understood Hu Tianhua's fighting style, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Muay Thai, put simply, is a style where one disregards all parts of the body except the head, focusing primarily on offense. It can be described as a completely life-risking fighting method.

This is why many people are hesitant to face Muay Thai practitioners. Perhaps, as the Thais believe, strong abdominal muscles can help them withstand all incoming punches.

Zhao Feiyan also realized that his opponent was using Muay Thai techniques. He couldn't help but inwardly lament. He didn't want to trade injuries with his opponent, but he was helpless.

Bang, bang, bang. After three minutes of fighting, Zhao Feiyan finally couldn't hold on and fell.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The referee continued to count with a blank expression.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence. Two consecutive victories. On the first day of the competition, no, perhaps on the very first match of the competition, someone had already achieved two consecutive victories. This demonstrated the terrifying strength of West District School.

"Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten seconds. West District School, Hu Tianhua wins." As the referee announced the result, cheers erupted from the crowd.

Amidst the cheers, everyone in the lounge wore grim expressions. The opponent had already secured two consecutive victories. Their team would need to win two consecutive matches to win.

Since Li Hui was holding back, it meant they would need three consecutive wins to secure victory.

Three consecutive wins. This was an almost impossible feat. It was known that only the outstanding contestants from the Three Great Families had a chance to achieve three consecutive wins.

For them, it was even more impossible.

A look of despair appeared on the faces of the club members.

In a corner of the audience stands, a group of people were also heavy-hearted. These were the students from East District School who had come to watch, their faces filled with worry.

They knew that if they couldn't win the upcoming matches, East District School would essentially be eliminated. Their expressions were as if they had lost their parents.

"Hahaha, isn't this the East District School's spectator section? Why do you all look like frost-bitten eggplants?"

"Exactly, exactly. A trash school should have the awareness of a trash school. It's impossible to aim for a ranking in your first combat competition."

"Don't talk about them anymore. Maybe they still have a sliver of hope. You can't just crush it."

"Sorry, sorry, my bad. Big brothers and sisters, please continue to fantasize here."

Hearing the surrounding mockery, their faces turned red, but they were powerless to retort.

In a corner of the East District School stands, a woman wearing large sunglasses was present. However, even with the sunglasses, they couldn't hide her captivating beauty and her cool, aloof demeanor.

At this moment, her eyes, hidden beneath the sunglasses, were anxiously watching Hu Tianhua in the arena.

"Father spent a fortune to get the school a good ranking in the Hundred Schools War. He wouldn't lose in the first match, would he?" the woman murmured softly.

She wasn't sure how she would explain this to her father when she returned.

"Sigh." The woman let out a sigh of disappointment.

On the commentary stage, Zhang Li was zoning out for the second time. Watching her school's team lose, her mood was understandably low. Just as she picked up her phone to say something, "Ring, ring, ring." A phone call suddenly rang out. Zhang Li couldn't help but pat her ample chest. Fortunately, the microphone had an automatic soundproofing effect; otherwise, her career as a commentator would have been over.

However, Zhang Li was also somewhat puzzled. Logically, her phone was set to airplane mode, so no one should have been able to call her.

She glanced at her phone, her expression immediately stiffening. The gentle and charming face she had originally intended to show was now filled with tension.

This was because the call was from her second phone card. Her company had specifically issued her this second phone card, and the company knew she was currently commentating.

Therefore, if someone was calling her on that number, it must be something important.

"Hello," Zhang Li said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"Zhang Li, I know you're upset about your school's consecutive losses, but you are a commentator now. I don't want you to be distracted while on stage. Your performance today has deeply disappointed the company."