Jab!
Straight punch!
Head slip!
Hook!
Throw!
Hulk-smashes-Loki style!
Cross armbar!
As Chen Shu wrenched Senior Brother Ji's arm, he chanted like a monk, bearing down harder all the while. "Senior Brother Ji, surrender! Surrender, surrender..."
Clang!
The gong rang again.
Chen Shu let go at once and struggled to his feet. He clasped his hands and bowed to Senior Brother Ji. "Sorry, Senior Brother Ji. That wasn't pretty. When the Martial Body Meet is over, dinner's on me. Anywhere you like by the back gate."
Senior Brother Ji lay on the ground, gulping air and staring blankly at the sky. It felt as though the world had lost all its color.
Junior Brother Chen's apologies reached him again and again.
Ah...
In the thousands of years since the Spirit Sect was founded, am I the only Fifth Tier to lose to someone of the same generation at Fourth Tier?
Senior Brother Ji summoned the last of his strength and raised a hand, waving to show that it was fine.
Junior Brother Chen absolutely has Genius Disease!
I'm a genius too, after all. I've won countless awards, and my future's bright. Why hold a grudge against someone with a terminal illness?
The referee's resonant voice rang out:
"Chen Shu of Yujing University wins!"
Several school medics rushed up to examine Senior Brother Ji.
Two more gathered around Chen Shu.
Chen Shu forced his weak, aching body to cooperate with their examination. Senior Brother Ji's Spells had hit him during the match, after all. By comparison, the few blows Senior Brother Ji had landed during their final close-quarters struggle had barely hurt.
At the same time, he turned to look below the platform.
Almost no sound came from the crowd.
Most people remained silent.
The teachers and school administrators, the executive