After Shi Feng announced the start, You Ziping could not help glancing at him, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Shi Feng's expression was simply too calm.
You Ziping had participated in quite a few fighting competitions and had seen people of all levels. He could tell that Shi Feng was not putting on an act; it was the calmness born of absolute confidence, as if everything were entirely under his control.
Yet in his view, this match between himself and Fire Dance was fundamentally unfair. Fire Dance had no chance of winning whatsoever.
After all, women were weaker than men.
Not to mention that Fire Dance was such a stunning beauty. Though she wore a dark blue tracksuit, it could not conceal her exceptional curves. She did not look like some power-packed female bodybuilder at all. Rather, she looked like someone who practiced yoga regularly, with a perfectly proportioned body. She had charm, not strength.
One force could overcome ten techniques. Anyone who studied martial arts and fighting knew that.
Though his strength did not rank among the very best of the intermediate students, it was still above average. A single punch of his carried 422 kilograms of force. In this era of advanced fitness technology, that might only barely qualify him for the national youth championships, but in a third-tier city like this, he was absolutely among the best. Fire Dance was simply no match for him.
In an actual spar, a difference in strength was not so easily made up. It required a wealth of combat experience and technique to compensate for it. Yet he possessed considerable practical combat experience. Though he was only eighteen, he had competed in over a dozen major tournaments and regularly sparred with the advanced students at the training hall.