Heavy Injuries

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The referee walked over to Wang Tian, who was lying on the ground, and began counting with an expressionless face.

In the lounge, seeing that Su Lin had finally won, Wu Min let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Don't celebrate too soon." Just as Wu Min patted his chest, Liu Yu's grave voice rang out.

"What's wrong?" Everyone looked at Liu Yu in confusion.

Seeing their expressions, Liu Yu slowly said, "Although Su Lin won, he suffered serious internal injuries, and his stamina is almost completely depleted."

"You have to understand that for our school to win, we need three consecutive victories. But Su Lin has already lost his ability to fight after winning just one match." Liu Yu paused after saying this.

"Our team has already lost." Liu Yu really did not want to say something that would crush everyone's confidence, but the facts were already right before them. They had to learn to face them.

Lost?

Hearing Liu Yu's words, everyone was momentarily bewildered. They had fought desperately for the school's ranking, only to end up with this result—to be eliminated in the very first match.

"Seven seconds, eight seconds, nine seconds, ten seconds. Su Lin wins." As the referee announced the result, a burst of enthusiastic applause rang out from the arena.

Looking at Wang Tian being carried away, Su Lin's face showed no joy at his victory. Clearly, he also understood that in his current condition, he definitely could not win the next match.

In the stands of East District School, the students who did not know the truth were cheering wildly. Their school had won, and they were indulging in the fantasy that as long as they maintained this advantage, they would surely win the competition.

Unaware of the truth, they were perhaps the most excited people in the entire arena.

At the commentary booth, Zhang Li was also happily praising her own school. As a commentator, she still had a little authority to advertise her school at appropriate moments.

The fourth contestant from West District School slowly stepped onto the platform. Looking at the panting Su Lin, he sneered. "Yo, you're still planning to compete in this state? Don't you have anyone else on your team?"

"How about I fight you with one hand?" the young man said as he put one hand behind his back.

It was humiliation—blatant humiliation. Seeing this scene, everyone in the lounge felt stifled.

Su Lin ignored his opponent and instead turned to the referee. "Can we start?"

The referee did not simply announce the start as usual. Instead, he frowned at the panting Su Lin and said, "In your condition, you'll lose even if you go up there. Why not just send the next contestant instead?"

Generally speaking, anyone without absolute confidence would simply admit defeat. Trying to wear down the opponent's stamina or something like that was unrealistic.

Your opponent would definitely knock you down in the shortest time possible.

The referee shook his head. He had fulfilled his duty as a referee. If someone insisted on throwing his life away, there was nothing more he could do.

"East District School's Su Lin versus West District School's Xiao Chuan." The referee raised the whistle to his lips and blew it sharply.

Xiao Chuan glanced at his opponent and said, "Since you're so eager to be carried out of here, I'll just have to do you the favor."

The fact that Xiao Chuan still had the leisure to talk showed that he was already confident of victory.

Xiao Chuan swiftly kicked diagonally toward Su Lin's lower abdomen. Clearly, Xiao Chuan knew that Wing Chun only defended the centerline and basically gave up on defending the sides.

Su Lin could only dodge the kick with a sliding step. If he had been in perfect condition, avoiding it would have been easy. But now, Su Lin's head was still spinning.

Xiao Chuan seemed to split into several figures before his eyes. How could he possibly dodge?

Bang!

Su Lin's body flew backward like a cannonball.

"Cough, cough, cough." Su Lin, lying on the ground, immediately coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..." The referee began counting the seconds expressionlessly.

In the stands of East District School, everyone secretly began cheering Su Lin on. Although they could all see that in his current condition, it was highly unlikely that he could win,

they silently prayed for Su Lin, hoping that a miracle would appear.

In an inconspicuous corner of East District School, Leng Yanxi watched Su Lin on the competition platform with a worried expression.

"Hey, Yanxi, how's the match going? Has our school secured its first victory?" the principal's voice came from the other end of the phone.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Leng Yanxi's pretty face. She answered vaguely, "The match isn't over yet. I'll tell you the result after it's finished, all right, Dad?"

"All right, all right, my good daughter." The principal's hearty laughter came through the phone, and he seemed to be in an excellent mood.

"Mhm. I'll hang up first, Dad." Without waiting for the principal to say anything else, Leng Yanxi hung up.

The principal looked at the phone that had been hung up on him and shook his head with a sigh. "Girls these days really don't stay by your side."

The person sitting across from the principal smiled. "I'm sure your daughter will find a good man."

"I hope so, Mr. Li. Let's continue." If Zhou En had been there and heard the principal's words, he would have guessed that this was the shareholder from the Li family who wanted to fire him.

On the platform, Su Lin finally staggered to his feet when the referee counted to eight.

Xiao Chuan clicked his tongue twice. "Look at you. You couldn't even block a single move. What right do you have to compete with me?"

"Big brother, are you trying to wear down my stamina? Don't worry. Taking you down will only take one kick. It won't use up much of my energy."

Su Lin ignored his opponent's taunts and slowly assumed Wing Chun's guard stance. However, this act of ignoring him enraged Xiao Chuan.

He charged forward, throwing a feint with his left fist. Normally, Su Lin would have been able to see that it was a feint, but now his vision was blurred and his head was spinning. How could he possibly see it clearly?

Su Lin reached forward with his right hand, intending to counter with Wing Chun's sticking-hand technique. But Xiao Chuan withdrew his left hand with the motion, clenched his right fist, and slammed it viciously into Su Lin's face.

"Ah!" Some timid girls immediately covered their eyes and let out screams.

Thud! Su Lin's face met Xiao Chuan's fist in an intimate collision. His fragile nasal bridge could not withstand such tremendous force, and the sound of breaking bone rang out.

In the lounge, the people from East District School rose one after another. Seeing Su Lin sprawled on the platform, they all looked tense.

A trace of gloom flashed through Liu Yu's large eyes. She knew that even if their side won, even if they won this match, Su Lin's serious injuries would prevent him from participating in the matches to come.