"Yun Yun, excellent! You truly are my personally trained star pupil!"
The moment Ling Yun stepped off the ring, Zhao Ruixue pulled him over and began massaging his muscles without giving him a chance to refuse.
Her words were full of praise, but her smug expression clearly showed that she was taking credit for herself.
"How was it, Teacher? Seeing Chen Junfeng's swollen face—did it feel good?"
Ling Yun let her continue massaging him and asked with a grin.
"Good? It felt amazing!"
Zhao Ruixue kept moving her hands, the corners of her mouth nearly reaching her ears. "You didn't see his face. It was as dark as the bottom of a wok. I held back my laughter so hard my stomach hurt!"
"Junior Ling Yun," Wang Qinghe cut in from the side, her face full of emotion. "The power behind that punch of yours was terrifying. To break an opponent's forearm in the same weight class... I've never heard of anything like it. It looks like this championship is already yours for the taking."
"Exactly!" Zhao Ruixue suddenly remembered that point and slapped Ling Yun hard on the shoulder. "I've been teaching for so many years, but I've never seen a freak as absurd as you!"
"Nothing special," Ling Yun said, pretending to be modest as he shrugged. He turned to Wang Qinghe. "Sister Qinghe, don't you already know what I'm capable of?"
"That's true." Wang Qinghe recalled her past experience of being defeated instantly and gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Compared to you, I suppose it really isn't all that outrageous."
Zhao Ruixue nodded deeply from the side. Back when Wang Qinghe had described being defeated in an instant, Zhao Ruixue had thought she was exaggerating. Only after seeing it with her own eyes today did she realize