A Clash (Please Vote)

The others, having come to their senses, naturally hurried to say they understood.

Seeing this.

Lin Tong finally reined in his imposing aura.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

He took out his phone and added the five of them as contacts.

He also said that if they encountered any trouble over the next few days, they could contact him immediately.

As he was leaving, Lin Tong seemed to recall something.

"By the way, your coaches may have mentioned this already, but I still need to remind you: although you have earned the qualifications for the Core Class, you cannot slack off in your training.

"A strong physique will be immensely beneficial when you begin practicing the Limit-Breaking Method."

With that, he gave them no time to react before turning and leaving.

Once Lin Tong had left, the group exchanged glances and prepared to go their separate ways.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Everyone, please wait!"

Sims spoke calmly. His gaze swept over the other four before finally settling on Hu Qi, whose expression remained serene. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"In a few days, we'll be entering the Core Class. It's different from here. Everyone who can enter the Core Class is a genius from one branch or another.

"I think we should stick together. There is strength in numbers, and it will keep others from bullying us. What do you all think?"

Hearing this, the others wore varying expressions, yet none spoke.

The Red Scale Club did not exist only in this one location.

Qirong City had five branch halls, located respectively in South City, West City, East City, North City, and Sky Lake.

Beyond that, Red Scale Club branches were also stationed in other cities.

Chen Wu had told them about this before.

But Sims clearly had more to say.

"If you aren't saying anything, I'll take that as agreement.

"Since we're sticking together, shouldn't we choose a leader..."

Sims continued, but halfway through his words, he abruptly stopped and looked to the side.

Hu Qi had somehow already reached the door and was just about to pull it open.

The next instant, a thick black palm pressed directly against the door.

At the same time, Sims's somewhat restrained voice sounded.

"Hu Qi, can't you see that I'm talking?"

"Talking?"

Hu Qi turned sideways and looked at Sims, who stood right before him, a head taller than he was.

A smile spread across his face.

"What the hell are you? Why should I listen just because you're talking?"

The moment those words fell, Sims's face visibly twisted.

"Good! Good! Good!

"Let me see whether your strength is enough to support such arrogance!"

As he spoke, his body shifted slightly. His right arm drew back like a fully drawn bowstring, then shot forward with explosive force, stirring up a gust of wind.

The instant he threw the punch, his wrist lifted slightly and his knuckles adjusted their angle. There was not a single unnecessary movement as his fist smashed straight toward Hu Qi's face.

At this sight.

The three people beside them changed expression slightly, but none dared step forward to stop him.

Aside from Hu Qi, all of them had been in the club for at least half a year, and they had all heard of Sims's strength.

That guy might have been domineering, but he truly had the capital to back it up.

No trainee could withstand that terrifying strength.

Therefore, they did not think Hu Qi could be Sims's match. All they could do was silently mourn for him.

Ye Li even looked away, unable to bear watching.

Smack!

The sound of flesh colliding rang out.

The next moment, everyone present froze.

Sims's punch had stopped just before Hu Qi's face, blocked by a broad palm. It could not advance even an inch.

A flicker of astonishment crossed Sims's charcoal-black face.

When he had seen that string of numbers in the strength-testing room earlier, he had already formed some suspicions about Hu Qi's strength.

Now, it seemed it really had been this guy.

This guy had hidden himself so deeply?

With that thought.

He leaned forward slightly and suddenly exerted force through his arm, trying to wrench his fist free from that iron-pincer-like grip.

Unfortunately, veins like little snakes bulged along his arm, and his muscles tensed as if they were about to burst.

Yet the hand gripping his fist did not move in the slightest, like an unshakable mountain.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the gazes of the others around him made his face burn. He immediately cursed in fury.

He drew in his abdomen, bent his knees, and raised his leg.

His foot lashed fiercely toward Hu Qi's waist, intending to force Hu Qi to let go.

However, his kick had only gone halfway when a black blur flashed before his eyes.

Then pain exploded in his abdomen. In an instant, all color drained from his face, and his black complexion seemed to turn several shades paler.

Bang!

His towering frame, over 1.9 meters tall, curled up like a cooked shrimp and dropped to both knees.

The veins on his neck and face bulged, clearly showing that he was enduring unimaginable pain.

"With only this much strength, you still wanted to pick a fight with me.

"What a disappointment. If you'd met me earlier, you wouldn't even have had the chance to advance."

Hu Qi bent down, his expression calm as he looked down at him.

He leaned over and lightly patted Sims's cheek.

Then he turned and walked away.

Watching Hu Qi's retreating figure and recalling that humiliating gesture from moments ago, Sims's expression darkened.

The fury in his heart blazed, nearly burying what little reason he had left.

"Ah! You're dead!"

With an enraged roar, he pushed off the ground with both legs, crossed his arms over his head, and charged violently toward Hu Qi.

Faced with this.

Hu Qi seemed to have expected it all along. As he turned, his body sank slightly, his knees bent, and the muscles in his legs tightened and stretched rhythmically with the movement.

His foot tensed straight like an arrow loosed from a bow and shot out in a direct kick.

The next instant, a ripping howl suddenly tore through the air.

Then came a muffled bang.

The kick landed solidly on the shoulder of the charging Sims.

Crack!

The sound of a bone dislocating rang out.

Under that powerful recoil, Sims was lifted clean off the ground and sent flying nearly ten meters before he stopped.

"You think you're playing a game? You think yelling louder lets you power up? Then why are we even learning to fight? We might as well train our voices instead."

A cold sneer appeared on Hu Qi's face.

At that moment, he was like a drawn blade, his fierce aura intimidating.

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, catching sight of a camera at the corner of the room from the corner of his eye.

Then he took several steps toward Sims, who was sprawled on the ground with his face nearly twisted by pain.

Sims was glaring at Hu Qi with bloodshot eyes.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that? Still not convinced?"

As the words fell, Hu Qi struck without warning, delivering another lightning-fast kick straight into Sims's face.

With a bang, Sims flew out once more, only stopping after crashing into the corner of the wall.

Several shattered, bloodstained teeth even flew from his mouth.