One Second, Three Punches

On the spectator stands of East District School, everyone overheard the others' conversation and understood how formidable their opponent was. Their faces turned ashen.

Clasping their hands together, they silently prayed, now only hoping Su Lin could turn the tide. Otherwise, their school would be eliminated on the first day.

In a corner of the East District spectator stands, the girl wearing large sunglasses also looked anxious.

"Dad is under immense pressure to participate in the combat competition. If he fails in this first match, the school board will definitely dismiss him from his position as principal."

If Zhou En heard this, he would surely realize this girl was Leng Yanxi. As for why Leng Yanxi was wearing sunglasses now, it was understandable.

Seeing this, Zhang Li understood that her school's hope of victory was gone. As a member of the school, she actually knew Li Hui would intentionally hold back during the match.

Remembering her role as a commentator, Zhang Li still managed a smile and said dryly, "It seems student Wang Tian has begun to grasp the realm of the Martial Soul."

"He has truly integrated his Taekwondo into his very being. I wonder how East District Academy's contestant Su Lin will respond?"

Su Lin watched the incoming kick, a look of seriousness in his eyes. Long-range combat was not Wing Chun's specialty; Wing Chun truly excelled at close-quarters fighting.

So, Su Lin swept his right foot back, directly evading Wang Tian's kick. However, seeing Su Lin dodge, Wang Tian pressed his advantage.

He quickly brought his right foot forward again. Su Lin's eyelids twitched at this sight. How could he get close in this situation?

If he couldn't get close to his opponent, Wing Chun would be nothing more than a decoration.

Wang Tian wasn't a fool; he naturally knew Wing Chun's weakness. So, he directly abandoned hand attacks and focused on kicks, thus maintaining sufficient distance from Su Lin.

Su Lin inwardly cursed his bad luck. Although practitioners of Wing Chun had their own methods for closing the distance, those were experiences gained from years of actual combat, not something he could replicate now.

Su Lin suppressed his frustration, evading Wang Tian's attacks while secretly searching for an opening. As soon as he found a sliver of opportunity, he could quickly move in for close-quarters combat.

"It seems contestant Su Lin has been dodging Wang Tian's attacks. Has he not found an opening?"

"No, no. Wang Tian has comprehended his Martial Soul; there are very few openings in his moves. Su Lin can only hope to capitalize on Wang Tian's mistakes this time."

"Mistakes? That's impossible. He's practically a professional fighter; how could there be mistakes?"

"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, but professional fighters make far fewer."

Among the spectators were those who understood the sport. They immediately saw through Su Lin's intentions and then turned their attention back to Wang Tian, wanting to see how he would respond.

Wang Tian remained unfazed by the questioning gazes. Calm and steady as a mountain, he was already composed.

"I guess Wang Tian is also waiting to seize Su Lin's mistake. That's the only way he can defeat Su Lin without expending much energy."

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

"Heh, you don't understand. Only by doing this can he achieve the feat of a 'one versus three'."

"What?" Everyone's mouths dropped open in astonishment, wide enough to fit an egg.

"Heh heh heh, think about it. Once he deals with this Su Lin, and then takes care of Li Hui, the last person from East District School, Zhou En, didn't even show up, right? Isn't that a 'one versus three'?"

The crowd considered it. Although this 'one versus three' might be a bit undeserved, it would still be a feat rarely accomplished in the history of combat competitions. The thought alone made them excited.

"Wang Tian, one versus three!"

"Wang Tian, one versus three!"

"Wang Tian, one versus three!" Some novices couldn't help but shout loudly.

In the West District School spectator stands, a group of students looked at the agitated novices with confusion. Though they didn't understand why, they joined in the shouting.

"Wang Tian, one versus three!"

Su Lin, dodging on the arena, heard this and felt immense pressure. Su Lin knew very well that not only had Zhou En not shown up, but Li Hui was also going easy.

If he wanted to win, he had to fight a 'one versus three'. Yet, he never expected the crowd to be chanting for Wang Tian to achieve a 'one versus three'.

Cold sweat trickled down Su Lin's forehead. He knew he couldn't drag this out any longer.

Because the shouts from the spectator stands had severely affected his current state, if Su Lin continued, he would be the first to show a weakness, not Wang Tian.

In the resting area, Wu Min, who was staring intently at the arena, sighed. He realized that although his team members weren't weak, they lacked practical combat experience.

They were too green compared to the seasoned veterans who had participated for many years.

On the arena, Su Lin hardened his resolve. He slightly shifted his waist, deliberately exposing a flaw for Wang Tian.

Seeing Su Lin's opening, Wang Tian swiftly kicked out, aiming directly for Su Lin's abdomen.

Thump. Su Lin felt his abdomen as if it had been hit by a battering ram. A searing pain washed over him, threatening to consume his consciousness.

To prevent himself from passing out, Su Lin bit down hard on his tongue, and a coppery sweetness filled his mouth.

Even though he had tensed his abdominal muscles when deliberately exposing the opening, he still suffered a severe blow.

Seizing this brief moment, Su Lin quickly moved forward. Wang Tian, seeing Su Lin closing in, inwardly cursed his misfortune, realizing he had fallen into a trap.

Unfortunately, it was too late when Wang Tian realized he was tricked. Su Lin had already gained the initiative.

At this moment, Su Lin's knees and fists were all employing Inch Force, rapidly striking towards Wang Tian's center.

Bang, bang, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa.

A series of impacts rang out. Wing Chun pursued extreme speed. One punch per second was the entry level, two punches per second meant a master, and three punches per second was the grandmaster level. And at this very moment, under the pressure of his potential, Su Lin's punching speed reached a terrifying three punches per second.

Wang Tian spat out white foam uncontrollably. His eyes bulged, and his gaze showed intense unwillingness.

When Su Lin finally ran out of strength, he slowly retracted his fists. Without the support of his fists, Wang Tian's body quickly collapsed to the ground.

"Hiss." Seeing this, everyone gasped in unison. Those who had been shouting for Wang Tian to achieve 'one versus three' immediately retracted their necks.