Three Punches in a Second

In the East District School stands, everyone had heard the others' conversation and understood just how formidable this opponent was. Their faces turned ashen.

With their hands clasped together, they prayed silently. Now, they could only hope Su Lin would turn the tide; otherwise, their school would be eliminated on the very first day.

In a corner of the East District stands, the girl wearing oversized sunglasses looked equally anxious.

"Dad took enormous pressure upon himself to enter the Fighting Competition. If we lose the first match, the school board will definitely remove Dad from his position as principal."

If Zhou En had heard that, he would surely have realized that the girl was Leng Yanxi. As for why Leng Yanxi was wearing sunglasses now, that was naturally easy to understand.

Seeing this, Zhang Li also understood that her school no longer had any hope of victory. As a member of the school, she knew Li Hui would definitely hold back during the match.

Remembering her role as commentator, Zhang Li forced out a smile and said stiffly, "It seems Wang Tian has begun to grasp the realm of martial spirit."

"He has truly integrated the Taekwondo he learned into his body. How will East District Academy's contestant Su Lin respond?"

Su Lin watched the incoming kick, his eyes turning grave. Long-range combat was not Wing Chun's strength; what it truly excelled at was close-quarters fighting.

So Su Lin slid his right foot back and narrowly avoided Wang Tian's kick. But seeing Su Lin evade it, Wang Tian pressed his advantage.

His right leg shot out again. Su Lin's eyelids twitched. How was he supposed to close the distance under these circumstances?

If he could not get close to his opponent, Wing Chun was nothing more than decoration.

Wang Tian was not stupid. Naturally, he knew Wing Chun's weakness, so he gave up using his hands and attacked solely with his legs, maintaining enough distance from Su Lin.

This is bad! Su Lin thought. Although every Wing Chun practitioner had their own methods for closing in, those were experiences accumulated through years of real combat, far beyond what he could match now.

Su Lin suppressed the irritation in his heart. As he dodged Wang Tian's attacks, he secretly searched for an opening. As long as he found the slightest chance, he could rush in and engage in close-range combat.

"It seems contestant Su Lin has been avoiding Wang Tian's attacks all along. Has he failed to find an opening?"

"No, no. Wang Tian has grasped martial spirit, so there are very few flaws in his techniques. This time, Su Lin can only wait for Wang Tian to make a mistake."

"A mistake? That's impossible, isn't it? He could practically be considered a professional fighter. How could he make a mistake?"

"Everyone makes mistakes. Professional fighters simply make far fewer of them."

There were plenty of knowledgeable people in the stands, and they immediately saw through Su Lin's intentions. Then they shifted their attention to Wang Tian, wanting to see how he would respond.

Wang Tian remained unmoved beneath everyone's questioning gazes. Steady as a mountain, he had long since learned to remain calm in any situation.

"I think Wang Tian is waiting for Su Lin to make a mistake too. That way, he can defeat Su Lin without wasting much strength."

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to just overpower him directly?"

"Heh, you don't understand. Only then can he achieve the feat of taking on three opponents alone."

"What?" Everyone gaped in shock, their mouths wide enough to fit an egg.

"Hehehe, think about it. Once he takes care of Su Lin, then deals with Li Hui afterward, and East District School's last contestant, Zhou En, didn't even show up—wouldn't that make it one against three?"

Thinking it over, everyone felt that while this one-against-three was somewhat undeserved, it would still be a remarkable feat that few had accomplished in the history of the Fighting Competition. Just thinking about it excited them.

"Wang Tian, one against three!"

"Wang Tian, one against three!"

"Wang Tian, one against three!" Some clueless spectators could not help shouting loudly.

In the West District School stands, a group of students looked blankly at the excited clueless spectators. Though they did not understand why, they joined in the chanting.

"Wang Tian, one against three!"

Hearing those words while dodging on the ring, Su Lin felt immense pressure. He knew perfectly well that not only had Zhou En failed to show up, but Li Hui was also holding back.

If he wanted to win, he had to take on three opponents alone. Yet he had never expected the crowd to be shouting about Wang Tian taking on three opponents alone.

Cold sweat streamed down Su Lin's forehead. He knew he could not drag this out any longer.

The cheers from the stands had already seriously affected Su Lin's state. If this continued, he—not Wang Tian—would definitely be the first to expose an opening.

In the waiting room, Wu Min stared intently at the ring and sighed. He now understood that although their team members were not weak, they lacked real combat experience.

Compared to the contestants from veteran schools that had participated for years, they were still far too inexperienced.

On the ring, Su Lin hardened his resolve. He twisted his waist slightly and deliberately exposed an opening to Wang Tian.

Seeing Su Lin's opening, Wang Tian swiftly kicked out, driving his foot straight into Su Lin's lower abdomen.

Bang! Su Lin felt as though his lower abdomen had been struck by a battering ram. A wave of searing pain swept through him, seemingly about to consume his consciousness.

To keep himself from passing out, Su Lin bit down hard on his tongue. A metallic sweetness instantly filled his mouth.

Although he had already tensed his abdominal muscles when he deliberately exposed the opening, he had still suffered a heavy blow.

Taking advantage of that opening, Su Lin rapidly closed in. Seeing Su Lin approach, Wang Tian cried out inwardly. He realized he had fallen for the trap.

Unfortunately, by the time Wang Tian realized he had been tricked, it was already too late. Su Lin had seized the initiative.

At that moment, Su Lin used Inch Force in both his knees and fists, rapidly striking Wang Tian's centerline.

Bang! Bang! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

A barrage of impacts rang out. Wing Chun pursued ultimate speed: one punch per second was considered entry level, two punches per second made one an expert, and three punches per second made one a master. At this moment, driven by the squeezing out of his potential—

Su Lin's punching speed had actually reached the terrifying level of three punches in a second.

Foam poured from Wang Tian's mouth as if it cost nothing. His eyes bulged outward, and the intense unwillingness in his gaze was plain to see.

Only when Su Lin had nearly exhausted all his strength did he slowly withdraw his fists. Without the support of those fists, Wang Tian's body quickly collapsed to the ground.

"Hiss." Seeing this, everyone sucked in a cold breath. Those who had just clamored for Wang Tian to take on three opponents alone immediately shrank back.