No, it should be considered a double win, first with Guan Xiaobai’s overwhelming strength, and then with Chu Xiaoran’s beauty and strategic victory, truly satisfying.
Mr. Yang smiled as he watched the martial arts club members who had yet to compete, looking inspired, their expressions gradually turning serious.
"The upcoming matches will probably be fierce battles. Do you have confidence?"
"Don’t worry, Mr. Yang, we guarantee to crush them."
The martial arts club members were all high-spirited, roaring in unison, vowing to uphold the glory of Huaxia.
The chief coach of Korea watched this scene from afar, his face turning ashen with anger, and he stood up, looking towards the Korean players.
"For the next six matches, fight with all you’ve got. This isn’t an official taekwondo match; there are no strict rules, nor is there such thing as a technical foul."
"Alright, Coach Li Dasheng!"
However, the response was meager, and the enthusiasm was lacking, as the Korean players all lacked confidence, facing Chinese Martial Arts after all.
They were the cream of the crop in Korea’s taekwondo circle; otherwise, they would not have been selected to represent Shou’er University as the key players for this challenge.
But after witnessing Guan Xiaobai’s bravery, their hearts sank, filled with despair. Huaxia’s kung fu was indeed formidable, astonishingly kicking a third-degree black belt flying with just one kick.
Finally, the competition continued, and the fierce battles did not cease.
The players from both sides took turns to perform, each with victories and defeats.
Chu Xiaoran sat below, still fuming. That Guard Captain Ah Zheng had gone too far, stealing my first kiss a while ago, and then yesterday, he laid his hands on me, and today, he just went ahead and kissed me as if no one else was there.
So shameless, infuriating me to death.
Yet, Xiao Zheng seemed oblivious to her resentful gaze, focusing on the arena and calmly said, "If looks could kill, what need would there be for an army? You’d better think about how to face the second round."
"With my looks, they wouldn’t dare do anything to me." Chu Xiaoran held a very self-satisfied demeanor as if proclaiming her beauty was unbeatable.
Xiao Zheng annoyance gave her a knock on the head and bitterly smiled, "The beauty trap can only be used once, not over and over again. Do you have female opponents in the next round?"
"Girls fighting with girls, it’s just pulling each other’s hair. Am I afraid of her?" Chu Xiaoran lifted her head up high, pouting, clearly dissatisfied with Xiao Zheng’s words.
Xiao Zheng fell silent, not saying anything further.
The first round on the stage finally came to an end, and oddly, both sides had six contestants advancing to the second round.
The result of the next draw had Chu Xiaoran facing a female Korean player.
She bit her lip slightly and glanced sideways at Xiao Zheng, his earlier jest now an uncanny prophet.
But it couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it be that Ah Zheng was a soothsayer?
Chu Xiaoran shook her head frantically, standing up, because she was the first to enter the second round.
That guy, the applause thunderous, his call answered by hundreds.
A campus belle is indeed a campus belle, with an extraordinary presence.
Chu Xiaoran stood on the stage and even blew a kiss to the university students in the audience.
In an instant, the nerds couldn’t stay calm anymore, all standing up, excitedly yelling and howling.
"Princess Xiao Ran, I want to be your servant!"
"Cut it out, you obviously lack sincerity. Look at me. Princess Xiao Ran, if you come with me, in the future, I’ll handle feeding the horses, chopping wood, and you can travel the world. How’s that?"
"What are you guys showing off for? Xiao Ran has merely shown a hint of interest, and she’s already got a man over her head; you stand no chance!"
Watching Chu Xiaoran’s solo act, her Korean opponent gritted her teeth, her face lined with frustration.
Dammit, even after plastic surgery, I still can’t compete with a Huaxia beauty.
Indeed, to compare is to despair; to measure up is to be thrown away.
With this thought, she could no longer contain herself, and with a hurried bow to Chu Xiaoran, she launched an attack with overwhelming momentum.
Chu Xiaoran, however, stood her ground fearlessly, for the previous match had given her boundless confidence.
"Korean girl, you’re not up to par!"
Finally driven to rage, the Korean female contestant let out a high-pitched shriek, leaped into the air, and sent a kick straight at Chu Xiaoran with a piercing force.
Chu Xiaoran was no longer calm, for she heard the whistling of the wind, which indicated the opponent’s formidable strength.
Involuntarily, her eyes sought out Xiao Zheng below the stage, filled with helplessness.
However, the fight was within a split second, leaving no room for her to be the slightest bit distracted.
In the blink of an eye the Korean contestant’s leg was already upon her, and Chu Xiaoran, left with no choice, raised her arm to block, closing her eyes, not daring to face the possible splatter of blood.
Two sounds of "bang" reached her ears, the first being the sound of the clash between them, yet it wasn’t as heavy as expected.
Suddenly, the whole venue fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Chu Xiaoran timidly opened her beautiful eyes, but the scene before her took her by complete surprise.
The Korean female contestant was already lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Holy shit... damn, damn, damn!"
What on earth happened? Could it be that by chance, I’ve unlocked the Ren and Du meridians and unleashed a primitive force?
Thinking to herself, Chu Xiaoran checked her own small hand and arm, both intact and unscathed—cause for celebration.
Overjoyed, she raised her hand, surveyed the audience with a judging eye, and yelled out, "Brothers and sisters, I’ve won again!"
This little Huaxia girl is really spooky!
While the arena was abuzz with cheers and excitement, Korea’s head coach Li Dasheng was stupefied, his mind blank.
Xiao Zheng waved to Chu Xiaoran and nodded in approval, "Xiao Ran, you did well, consecutive wins to advance to the semi-finals."
He secretly felt for the sand in his pocket and found one grain missing.
That missing grain had already made its way into the Korean contestant’s pressure point, invisible to the eye.
There were still observant people in the crowd, such as Yang Gu and Guan Xiaobai, both of whom were also utterly shocked at this moment.
"Xiao Bai, did you clearly see Xiao Ran’s move?"
"Isn’t it just a block? And yet she KO’d her opponent, even more awesome than me."
Although Guan Xiaobai said this, his eyes were fixed intently on Xiao Zheng.
This Evil God, really abnormal, an ominous aura!
Not long after Chu Xiaoran stepped down, the second round of the competition ended.
Joyfully, Huaxia had won four bouts, which meant that Korea only had two contestants left in the semi-finals.
Yang Gu stood up full of pride, approached Li Dasheng, and feigned politeness, "Coach Li, you’re down to two contestants now. How do you plan to handle this situation?"
Li Dasheng stood up furiously, looked at his two qualifying contestants, one a black belt fourth-dan, the other a black belt fourth level.