Two Straight Wins

In the lounge, everyone watched Zhao Haiyan being carried out, and their hearts sank. Wu Min let out a soft sigh. The confidence he had just helped everyone build was gone.

Zhao Feiyan stood up. She knew it was her turn to enter the ring.

"Feiyan." Zhao Feiyan looked toward Wu Min, who had called out to her.

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

With somewhat heavy steps, she slowly walked onto the ring.

Hu Tianhua crossed his arms and coldly watched Zhao Feiyan approach. He sneered, "Looks like another one here to die."

Zhao Feiyan did not respond to Hu Tianhua. Compared to her younger brother Zhao Haiyan, she was far more mature and levelheaded.

"What, are you scared? Hey, hey, hey, what's with that look? I'm telling you, believe it or not, I'll smash that smug face of yours to pieces." Even with Zhao Feiyan's excellent self-control—

Hu Tianhua's provocation still stirred a flicker of anger in her. The referee frowned as well. Seeing that both sides were ready, he blew the whistle, signaling the official start of the match.

"Do you think Zhao Feiyan from East District School can beat Hu Tianhua this time?"

"Mm, I don't think the odds are good. Other than their captain, East District School is full of mediocre fighters."

"That's true. If East District School had any formidable contenders, they would have sent them out already."

"Looks like East District School is going to finish dead last in this Hundred Schools War."

"Exactly. How could a team competing in a fighting tournament for the first time possibly get a good ranking? They need to accept reality and start from the bottom, one step at a time."

In the lounge, Wu Min's face darkened as he watched Zhao Feiyan in the ring. A faint trace of regret rose in his heart.

Liu Yu quietly consoled him, "It's fine. Have a little faith in Zhao Feiyan." Hearing that, Wu Min could only place his trust in Zhao Feiyan.

On the ring, the two quickly clashed. The sound of fists striking flesh followed, one blow after another. Though Zhao Feiyan could withstand her opponent's attacks, the fight remained evenly matched.

"Huh? Am I seeing this right? Other than his head, Hu Tianhua isn't defending anything else."

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

"Is that kind of all-or-nothing fighting style really suitable?"

"No, you're wrong. That isn't an all-or-nothing style. It's Muay Thai." Someone with a sharp eye immediately spotted the clues.

"What? Muay Thai? Are you sure? Someone actually learned Muay Thai? Is he crazy?"

Once everyone understood Hu Tianhua's fighting style, they could not help crying out in alarm.

Put simply, Muay Thai meant disregarding every part of the body except the head and focusing all one's energy on attacking. It was practically a fight-to-the-death style.

That was why many people recoiled from Muay Thai. Perhaps, in the eyes of the Thais, powerful abdominal muscles could withstand every punch their opponents threw.

Zhao Feiyan also realized that her opponent was using Muay Thai, and she secretly groaned. She did not want to trade injury for injury with him, but she had no way around it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three minutes into the match, Zhao Feiyan finally could not hold on any longer and fell.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The referee continued counting without expression.

The entire venue fell deathly silent. Two straight wins. On the first day of the tournament—no, perhaps in the very first match—someone had already achieved two straight wins. It showed just how terrifying West District School was.

"Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten seconds. West District School's Hu Tianhua wins." As the referee announced the result, cheers erupted throughout the arena.

Amid the cheering, everyone in the lounge wore grim expressions. Their opponent had already secured two straight wins. If their team wanted to win, they would have to achieve two straight wins themselves.

But Li Hui was still holding back, which meant that if they wanted to win, they had to secure three straight wins.

Three straight wins—this was practically impossible. Only outstanding fighters from the Three Great Families had any chance of achieving three straight wins.

As for them, it was even more impossible.

Despair crept onto the faces of everyone at the club.

In a corner of the audience stands, another group was equally heavyhearted. They were students from East District School who had come to watch, each of them wearing worried expressions.

They knew that if they could not win the following matches, East District School would effectively be eliminated. Their faces were as mournful as if they had lost their parents.

"Hahaha, isn't this the East District School section? Why do you all look like eggplants wilted by frost?"

"Exactly. A trash school should have the self-awareness of a trash school. You can't expect to earn a ranking when you're attending a fighting tournament for the first time."

"Stop mocking them. Maybe they're still clinging to a little fantasy. You can't crush it for them."

"Sorry, sorry, my mistake. Big brothers and sisters, take your time dreaming."

Hearing the ridicule around them, their faces flushed red, yet they had no strength to refute it.

In a corner of East District School's stands sat a woman wearing oversized sunglasses. Even those large shades could not hide her breathtaking beauty or her cool, aloof aura.

At that moment, the eyes behind those sunglasses were anxiously fixed on Hu Tianhua in the ring.

"Father spent a fortune to get the school a good ranking in the Hundred Schools War. We can't lose in the very first match, can we?" the woman murmured softly.

She did not even know how she would answer Father when she returned and had to tell him about this.

"Ugh." The woman let out a disappointed sigh.

At the commentator's booth, Zhang Li had drifted off for the second time. Watching her own school's team lose with her own eyes, how could she possibly be in a good mood? Just as she picked up her phone, wanting to say something—

Ring, ring, ring. A phone suddenly rang. Zhang Li patted her rather full chest in relief. Thankfully, the microphone had automatic soundproofing; otherwise, her career as a commentator would have been over.

Still, Zhang Li found it strange. Her phone should have been in airplane mode, so no one should have been able to call her.

When she picked up the phone and looked at it, her expression immediately turned stern. Her originally gentle and lovely face filled with tension.

It was a message from her second SIM card. That card had been issued to her specifically by the company, but the company knew she was currently commentating.

If they were calling her anyway, it had to be something important.

"Hello," Zhang Li said nervously.

"Zhang Li, I know you're upset that your school has suffered consecutive losses, but you're a commentator now. I don't want you spacing out while you're sitting at the booth. The company is very disappointed with your performance today."