First Stage of Elementary Martial Artist?
Cui Shuai's face went pale. Even after hearing that the other man's physical fitness had declined, he did not look much better.
He forced himself to walk into the circle. The released Prisoner No. 1 was in no hurry. He first glanced respectfully at Liu Changqing, and only after seeing no reaction from him did he step into the circle.
"Begin!" Chen Feng spat out two words.
Prisoner No. 1 let out a shout and lunged straight at Cui Shuai.
Perhaps the previous two weeks of training had helped. Cui Shuai had not forgotten his moves. With a nimble sidestep, he dodged the punch, then turned and kicked the man in the lower back.
Just as the students perked up and were about to cheer, Prisoner No. 1 fell forward but used the momentum to turn and grab Cui Shuai's leg.
Cui Shuai failed to react in time. His legs gave out, and he was pulled directly to the ground, dragged into close-quarters grappling.
A close-range fight at this level was not much different from a street brawl. You punched me, I punched you back, then you locked together and rolled around and around...
Very quickly, Cui Shuai, who had taken several extra punches in his panic, was left completely unable to fight back.
"Enough." When one of Cui Shuai's bloodied teeth flew out, Chen Feng called a stop in time.
Prisoner No. 1 obediently stopped, rose to his feet, and looked eagerly at Liu Changqing.
"Reduce it by two years," Liu Changqing said with a yawn.
"Thank you, thank you, sir!" Prisoner No. 1 was overjoyed. He repeatedly bowed with clasped hands before leaving the circle.
Hearing that their sentences could really be reduced, the masked prisoners were clearly energized. Their bodies subtly