One Punch Sleep

The woman's sharp gaze also locked onto Ling Yun.

"Hello, classmate Ling Yun."

Her voice was clear and bright, with a hint of a smile.

"I'm Zhao Ruixue. Wang Qinghe's Free Combat coach, and also your class's sports teacher."

The Zhao Ruixue before him was indeed Ling Yun's sports teacher.

She was beautiful and sharp, with an air of competence, and was undeniably wealthy, something Ling Yun knew well.

In his past life, every time school ended, he would see her stylishly drive off in her eye-catching Mercedes G-Wagon, a sight that filled his young heart with envy.

"Teacher Zhao," Ling Yun's heart stirred, and he asked a question he had always been curious about, "Why did you directly pick me when we were choosing sports representatives after military training? I don't remember having much interaction with you back then."

"When they were selecting the 'Outstanding Military Training Cadre' to go on stage, I noticed you. The reason... first, you really looked spirited, standing there, you were very noticeable."

Zhao Ruixue's eyes curved as she heard this, and she answered frankly and directly.

"Of course, just looking at your face isn't enough. I also heard your Drill Instructor privately lament that you had an unusually great strength, even breaking the world record for pull-ups. Strong and energetic, you're perfectly suited to be a sports representative! How about that, isn't my judgment good?"

She paused, looking at the subtle expression on Ling Yun's face, and added, "Damn, as expected, it's all about looks in this world..."

Ling Yun inwardly complained helplessly, but the latter half of her explanation was indeed true.

"Coach," Wang Qinghe interjected at the opportune moment, her tone laced with excitement, "Junior Ling Yun wants to join our Boxing Club, and he wants to participate in this year's Free Combat competition!"

"Oh?" Zhao Ruixue raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Ling Yun again, her smile deepening. "Of course! Great strength is a good foundation for boxing. Classmate Ling Yun, you're welcome to give it a try!"

She agreed very readily, without asking any further questions.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

Ling Yun nodded in thanks.

"What for," Zhao Ruixue waved her hand, teasing him familiarly, "You're my 'personal sports representative,' we're practically family!"

As the three were chatting, the referee on the stage began to call the next group of contestants.

Ling Yun glanced over and said to the two, "Teacher Zhao, Senior, it's almost my turn, I'll go get ready."

"Hurry and go!"

Zhao Ruixue nodded.

Watching Ling Yun quickly walk towards the stage, Zhao Ruixue turned to Wang Qinghe and asked with interest, "Qinghe, who do you think will win this match? Zheng Chenyang is the top seed among the male members of the club."

"Junior Ling Yun will definitely win."

Wang Qinghe answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation on her face.

She had personally witnessed Ling Yun's inhuman skills and had no doubt about the outcome.

"Oh?"

A flicker of surprise flashed in Zhao Ruixue's eyes, which then turned into a smile. "Interesting, it seems you think highly of this junior schoolmate. Then I... I'll bet on classmate Ling Yun to win too!"

While the two were talking, Ling Yun and Zheng Chenyang had already stepped to the center of the ring.

"Junior," Zheng Chenyang stretched his wrists, wearing a smile that seemed concerned but was actually provocative, "There are no eyes on the boxing ring. It's not too late to get down now. If I accidentally injure you later, I'll feel terrible."

Ling Yun simply looked at him calmly, not even raising an eyelid.

Since his transmigration, this was the first time he had encountered someone so full of himself.

Fine, today he would teach him a lesson about who the real master was.

Seeing that Ling Yun completely ignored him, as if he were a clown, a surge of anger ignited in Zheng Chenyang's heart, and his face turned grim.

The referee stepped forward and quickly reiterated the rules. After a symbolic fist bump, the whistle blew!

"Begin!"

Zheng Chenyang lunged forward almost the instant the whistle sounded, like an enraged bull, his right fist whistling through the air straight towards Ling Yun's face, intending to knock him out with a single blow!

The speed was so fast that some club members below gasped.

However, in Ling Yun's perception, this swift attack was as slow as a snail crawling.

He didn't even adopt a defensive stance, merely shifting his feet slightly. His body flickered like a ghost – the crowd only saw a blur before their eyes as he had impossibly appeared inside Zheng Chenyang's guard!

"Wh-?!"

Zheng Chenyang's pupils contracted sharply. The oppressive feeling emanating from the other person and their close proximity made his hair stand on end!

His mind went blank, and his body's instinctive defenses couldn't even react in time.

Ling Yun gave him no chance to react.

He channeled power from his waist and hips, twisted his body, and thrust his shoulder forward. An uppercut, as swift as lightning and as powerful as thunder, shot out from bottom to top!

His fist landed with pinpoint accuracy on the unprotected soft spot of Zheng Chenyang's jaw.

"Bang!"

A sickening thud!

Zheng Chenyang's entire head snapped violently backward and upward, his feet instantly leaving the ground.

His body seemed to be lifted and "float" upward by a terrifying force, tracing a brief arc in the air before crashing down onto the ring like a heavy sack of sand!

He didn't even grunt. His eyes rolled back, and he was knocked unconscious with a single punch.

Instant kill! KO!

The entire Boxing Club fell into a dead silence.

A few seconds later, the crowd erupted in disbelieving gasps:

"Holy crap! What just happened?!"

"Was that my eyes? Zheng Da... got one-punched?"

"Nonsense, he just fell asleep!"

"Guys, I... I forfeit! This match is life-threatening! We're not on the same level!"

"I forfeit too! What's the point of fighting this?!"

After the shock came collective panic.

The remaining participants exchanged glances, their faces filled with horror and despair.

Facing such an overwhelming monster, competing for a spot? That wasn't a competition, it was suicide!

With almost no hesitation, the remaining people raised their hands to signal their forfeiture.

The competition had ended before it officially began.

On the other side of the audience, Wang Qinghe and Zhao Ruixue had completely different reactions.

Wang Qinghe smiled faintly, a smile of anticipation, and calmly applauded. She had seen Ling Yun perform even more exaggerated feats; this scene was within her expectations.

Zhao Ruixue, however, was completely petrified. Her mouth hung slightly open, her eyes wide, staring intently at Zheng Chenyang who had fallen on the ring. Then she abruptly turned to Ling Yun, who was walking off the ring. Her gaze was as if she were watching a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex storm into a kindergarten.

"Too... too brutal!"

A tidal wave surged in her heart. This kind of explosive power, this speed... Forget the provincial competition, with Ling Yun's strength, he could probably dominate established fighters even in a professional UFC match?!

She had struck gold! With this Free Combat competition, let alone the provincial championship, the national championship was definitely going to their school! The immense surprise instantly engulfed her.

Ling Yun, having easily ended the fight, walked off the ring as if he had just done something trivial, his expression calm. He returned to the two women's side.

Zheng Chenyang, who was unconscious, was quickly carried away by the school doctor and stretcher who rushed over, the siren of the ambulance fading into the distance.

"Amazing! So amazing!" Zhao Ruixue finally snapped back to reality, excitedly patting Ling Yun's shoulder with eyes sparkling like she had discovered a rare treasure. "As expected of my 'personal sports representative'! I'm liking you more and more!"

She smiled like a child who had found candy.

Seeing Zhao Ruixue's excited and somewhat "wild" demeanor, Ling Yun rubbed his shoulder, which he pretended hurt, with a hint of helplessness. "Teacher Zhao, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to the classroom?"

"Okay, okay, you go back first!"

Zhao Ruixue waved with a smile, then seemed to remember something, blinked, and added with a hint of mischief.

"But you can't run away, see you in the fourth class! It's still physical education class later, and I'll need my 'personal sports representative'!"

Her tone was as if she had caught him in something.

Ling Yun nodded, then signaled to Wang Qinghe. "Senior schoolmate, I'll be going now."

"Mm, junior schoolmate, take care."

Wang Qinghe replied with a smile.

Watching Ling Yun's departing back, Zhao Ruixue's smile grew even brighter, as if she could already see the future world champion waving to her.