Consecutive Victories

"Ahhh!"

Seeing the expression on Sulu's face, Charlie's eyes turned bloodshot.

What was this? A provocation?

It was simply humiliating! He felt like he could kill Sulu right now.

"Charlie! Calm down... this kid is no match for you!"

Another white coach frowned and shouted, "As long as you don't make any mistakes, you will be the one who wins in the end!"

Shouted at like that, Charlie barely managed to calm down, adjusted his mindset, and stared at Sulu.

"Hah!"

But this time, Sulu had no intention of waiting. He let out a loud shout and struck first, throwing a punch toward Charlie's face.

Charlie immediately covered his face with both hands, preparing to counterattack.

The next moment, Sulu slid his feet, and in a bizarre mid-air adjustment, he shifted his target. His fist dropped, landing solidly on Charlie's lower abdomen.

Outside the ring, Angelia and the white coach's expressions shifted: "Such fluid transitions in the Eight Forms?"

That was correct!

If, at Krav Maga Combat Arts LV1, Sulu had merely practiced these eight routines into instinct and applied them rigidly when encountering situations, then at LV2, he was remarkably able to use them flexibly, changing moves on the fly with ease.

Bang!

Charlie took the punch squarely, clutched his stomach, and knelt halfway to the ground.

At this moment, Sulu's Strength attribute had reached 1.3!

According to his own estimation, he was already stronger than many adult men, and a solid punch to the lower abdomen was definitely not pleasant.

If I keep increasing the level of my combat arts, could I become a transcendent being just by relying on these attribute bonuses?

Sulu clenched his fist, looked at his attribute panel, and frowned.

[XP+5]

Only 5 experience points? It seems the dream of repeatedly farming mobs has been shattered! Let me try one more time to see!

Although Sulu was not a mean-spirited person, for the sake of his hypothesis, he looked at the half-kneeling Charlie and said coldly, "Charlie, are you still a man? If you're a man, stand up and fight a third round!"

"Damn! Coach, I support you!"

"Coach, stand up!"

"If you're a man, stand up!"

"Beat that kid!"

Many of the observing students roared; some were purely standing from the perspective of the Combat Club, while others were simply joining in the chaos.

Even Angelia's expression as she looked at Sulu began to change.

After all, although Charlie had been in the wrong earlier, having already beaten someone to this state and continuing to provoke them felt a bit off.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

Charlie rubbed his stomach, and once the pain subsided, he immediately stood up, roaring as he lunged forward.

"Whirlwind Kick!"

Sulu sidestepped, his figure leaping high into the air, and lashed out with a kick that struck Charlie squarely in the neck.

Bang!

Charlie fell to the ground in a classic face-plant, passing out cold.

Sulu, however, frowned as he looked at his attribute bar.

[XP: 5]

No change. The defeat just now yielded no experience...

He sighed inwardly: It seems the idea of infinite XP farming has been shattered...

The first time fighting an enemy yielded the most experience, the second time it was halved, and the third time it dropped to zero. This situation made him secretly grumble: Why does this golden finger have to be so intelligent? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to find a loophole?

If ordinary defeats didn't yield experience, then the only thing left was to attempt a kill.

But this was a society ruled by law; if Sulu dared to do that, he could be certain the police would be at his door to check his water meter immediately.

"Charlie! Charlie!"

The last white coach woke Charlie up, checked on him, and let out a long sigh of relief before looking at Sulu with a face full of rage: "How could you do this?"

"It was just a normal sparring match... If Coach Charlie is still dissatisfied, I welcome him to come again anytime!"

Sulu shrugged his shoulders, finding the situation ridiculous.

Did I have to be the one beaten to the ground for it to be a reasonable outcome?

After saying this, he saw Charlie visibly shrink back, not even daring to meet his gaze, and his heart couldn't help but stir: Is this what being beaten into submission looks like?

For a typical scuffle at the student level, this was as far as it went.

Having lived two lifetimes, Sulu knew very well that some bullies might look big and imposing, but in reality, once you beat them into submission and shatter their reliance, they would be more obedient and docile than a rabbit.

This Coach Charlie's reliance was nothing more than his decent combat prowess.

Having been defeated by Sulu three times now, he had completely lost the courage to continue making things difficult for him.

After all, not everyone came from a powerful or influential family. Ordinary people were the majority, with average backing and average backgrounds; if they couldn't win a fight, what else could they do but choose to stop?

Oh, there is actually one other option: calling for reinforcements!

Sulu looked at the last white coach with a playful expression: "Or... does this coach intend to make a move as well?"

"Of course!"

The last white coach walked into the center of the ring: "Even if this is just a university club, if word gets out that the three of us coaches were defeated by a rookie, the president won't spare us when he returns! I am Baron Benlion!"

"Sulu! Sulu Portley!"

Sulu's expression turned solemn.

This Baron was clearly different from the previous two coaches.

After stepping onto the ring, his aura settled, like a predator stalking its prey, staring fixedly at him and giving off a dangerous vibe.

This man... his practical combat experience is definitely richer than mine; he might have even killed someone!

His high spirit attribute allowed Sulu to perceive much more.

"Begin!"

The members of the Combat Club fell silent, and after Angelia gave the signal, Baron, who was opposite Sulu, moved immediately.

He let out a roar and threw a punch straight forward!

Fast!

This punch was incredibly fast, and crucially, it was delivered without the slightest hesitation, carrying a conviction of "certain death."

Does he really want to kill me?

Sulu had a momentary illusion; he felt as if he could smell the scent of blood, and his brain couldn't even think for a second.

After all, he was just an ordinary university student with too little practical experience and had never encountered such a situation.

In the moment of crisis, his body moved instinctively; his head jerked back, and his right hand formed a claw, swiping toward Baron's throat.

Trading injury for injury!

You're ruthless? I'm even more ruthless than you!

Baron's expression turned grave, and he chose to retreat and defend, feeling very strange inside.

How could an ordinary university student have such combat reflexes? The key was that he didn't care about his own life—it was too insane!

It's just a ring match, is it really necessary?

But as soon as this thought arose, Sulu rushed forward, the Eight Forms connecting perfectly like a violent storm.

Baron managed to hold on for a while, but suddenly his footing gave way, and he fell to the ground, his vitals locked by Sulu.

"I... I actually lost?"

"Yes, you lost!"

Sulu let go and panted slightly.

This final burst of energy had consumed a large amount of his stamina.

In reality, this Baron's strength was a notch higher than his, but when faced with his "injury-for-injury" fighting style at the start, he had chosen to retreat.

It was that single moment of retreat that caused him to fall into a disadvantage, and he never recovered until he lost.

This was true combat; victory or defeat was decided in mere tens of seconds, and the person with more strength didn't necessarily win!

Regardless, I've won again!

Sulu looked at his attribute panel and saw the [XP+15] notification, feeling even happier.