Victory!

Gu Yu's expression was grave, even somewhat gloomy.

He could feel the possibility of losing—something utterly unacceptable.

A grandmaster's disciple, the top scholar of the past fifty years.

Losing to a high school teacher—how could that be right?

This loss would also forfeit his senior brother's Youth Martial Tournament qualification.

How would he explain it to Jin Fan?

How would he explain it to his own mentor?

Even setting all that aside, losing to a high school teacher was too shameful!

Falling behind in a sparring match was already hard for Gu Yu to stomach.

Losing would torment him even more.

With these thoughts, Gu Yu no longer held back his strength, going all out.

Once he used his full power, people would surely say after this match that he hadn't won cleanly.

But an ugly win was still a win—better than losing.

In Gu Yu's eyes, this high school teacher before him was genuinely not bad.

Especially this Cloud Extreme Fist—it even gave him trouble.

The match continued, Li Yuan striking relentlessly, his strength and speed both at an excellent level.

Gu Yu, who had been struggling to cope, suddenly had his momentum surge.

His movement technique power spiked sharply, and against the suppression of Cloud Extreme Fist, he turned the tables, seizing the upper hand.

The onlookers around didn't even dare blink, afraid of missing something spectacular.

Everyone had said this match would end quickly, that the gap between Li Yuan and Gu Yu was too vast.

But looking back now, the fight had its twists and turns.

On the main platform, the school leaders of Lingshan No.1 High School finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Yu's first loss of ground could be written off as carelessness, as letting Li Yuan have his moment.

But when Li Yuan unleashed Cloud Extreme Fist, they had genuinely been worried.

These school leaders hadn't expected Li Yuan to master such a difficult martial technique.

All the teachers at Lingshan No.1 High School had studied Cloud Extreme Fist.

But none of them truly believed they could learn it.

They studied it only to gain insights, to deepen their own martial understanding.

Seeing Gu Yu's momentum rise again, reclaiming the advantage, that worry finally faded.

Principal Yin, in particular—when Li Yuan had the upper hand, his face had turned black.

Standing on the outer field, Chen Yong had already clenched his fists.

Li Yuan's strength far exceeded his expectations.

His performance now had already surpassed Yin Yi's, and he even had a real chance at securing the Youth Martial Tournament qualification.

The only question was whether he could withstand Gu Yu's current assault.

If he could hold out, maybe he really could do it!

Chen Yong's face was full of worry as he paced back and forth, trying to ease his anxiety.

The only thing he could do for Li Yuan now was pray in his heart.

There was nothing else he could do—just watch...

Maybe that prayer really worked. Facing Gu Yu's suppression, Li Yuan took it all with the Cloud Extreme Three Forms.

With the two talents [Enlightenment to Perfection] and [Martial Recruitment Accelerator], the martial techniques and movement skills Li Yuan had mastered were far beyond others in proficiency.

And Li Yuan's physical foundation, tempered by Zhou Tian Dao Yin Technique, had been pushed to the peak of the fourth rank.

What Gu Yu didn't know was that Li Yuan hadn't even brought Cloud Extreme Fist to its full potential!

Flowing Cloud Form, Cloud Gathering Form, Scattering Cloud Form—the fist force shifted through three forms, striking at Gu Yu.

The full variation of Cloud Extreme Fist was now on display.

The fist momentum was either swift or fierce, and could even shift into a defensive stance in between.

This grandmaster's disciple began to falter.

Gu Yu's heart was engulfed by a terrifying sensation—was he... going to lose?

This thought filled his mind as a gust of fierce wind struck his face.

Li Yuan's fist hovered right before his eyes.

The outcome.

Was decided.

Before this match began, the only one who thought Li Yuan would win was probably Li Yuan himself.

Even Chen Yong, who wished Li Yuan well, hadn't considered that possibility.

The surroundings remained quiet; everyone was still digesting the result before their eyes.

After a brief pause, Li Yuan withdrew his fist force and looked at Gu Yu, who seemed dazed.

Although Gu Yu had sensed he might lose, he hadn't expected to lose so quickly.

The variations of Cloud Extreme Fist were more cunning than a ghost.

He, a grandmaster's disciple, had been caught completely off guard.

He had thought this would be a simple spar, just going through the motions to help his senior brother Jin Fan.

He hadn't expected to lose the Youth Martial Tournament qualification.

"You're not going to make a fuss, are you? Say something like the outcome hasn't been decided yet?"

Li Yuan looked at the stunned Gu Yu and asked.

Everyone still remembered the words he had spoken before the match began.

Gu Yu, worried about disputes after the fight, had specifically asked Principal Yin to clarify.

He had promised not to be unreasonable or stubbornly refuse to accept defeat.

But unexpectedly, the loser was him.

The arrow he had shot earlier had landed right between his own brows.

Gu Yu's face was pale, his expression even more mortified.

He wasn't prepared to lose to Li Yuan.

This defeat in the match filled him with shame and humiliation.

Meanwhile, the surrounding spectators began whispering among themselves, occasionally pointing at Gu Yu.

The pointing fingers of others made him feel even worse.

But no matter how he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't deny that he had lost this match.

In Gu Yu's view, this middle school teacher who had mastered Cloud Extreme Fist had truly exploited his weakness.

If not for Cloud Extreme Fist, he wouldn't have lost...

Seeing Gu Yu didn't respond, Li Yuan didn't bother to rub it in.

He hadn't come to this match today to clear his own name.

He had come to take back the Youth Martial Tournament qualification that belonged to him.

Walking up to the main stage, Li Yuan looked at the school leaders, whose faces had darkened.

They had set up this match to shut Li Yuan up and prove their judgment as leaders.

Instead, they had handed Li Yuan a knife, forcing them to return the Youth Martial Tournament qualification.

"Principal, it's time to return the Youth Martial Tournament qualification to its rightful owner.

You said before that all the school leaders have vision.

The match has produced a result. Please have the school submit the participant list immediately."

Li Yuan was going to secure the benefits that belonged to him in front of all these people.

He wouldn't believe in any talk of vision or looking to the future anymore.

Benefits that were his had to be fought for immediately.

Principal Yin's face was dark, extremely unpleasant.

But just before this match, he had said many warning words to Li Yuan.

Now those words were stuck in his chest.

"The school keeps its word. You won, so the Youth Martial Tournament qualification will naturally be given to you.

But I hope you'll think it over carefully.

The Youth Martial Tournament isn't an ordinary competition. You and Teacher Jin Fan still have..."

Seeing Principal Yin still rambling, Li Yuan cut him off directly.

"I've thought it through very clearly. I've had too many opportunities taken from me before. This time, no matter what, I won't give it up.

In the future, if the principal wants to curry favor or win someone over, please don't reach out to other teachers."

In front of so many people, Li Yuan spoke bluntly like this.

In fact, everyone could see why the opportunity had been given to Jin Fan—was it just because of his strength?

Jin Fan's identity, the grandmaster behind him, that was the real key.

After saying this, Li Yuan walked toward Chen Yong.

As he passed by, he saw Teacher Yin Yi, who had just come out to show himself and clear his name...