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In the time that followed, the two classes sent one after another to the stage for duels, never stopping.
By ten oâclock in the morning,
Class 1 of Grade 11 only had 4 people left.
Class 6 of Grade 12 still had 18 people.
The difference in numbers was very big.
Clearly, in terms of average class strength, Grade 11 Class 1 was far behind Grade 12 Class 6 and not at the same level.
The main reason was that school had just started not long ago, and the freshmen in Grade 11 Class 1 had practiced too little; many of their talents had not been fully realized.
âBro Han, your class is down to four people. It looks like Iâve definitely won the meal we bet on.â
The homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6, a middle-aged trendy man with a short ponytail, looked at Han Yuanfeng with some pride.
Han Yuanfeng smiled calmly and responded, âDonât speak too soon, letâs just wait and see.â
As the homeroom teacher of Grade 11 Class 1, he was very clear about one thing.
That was that only Lin Zichen, Wang Shujie, Lu Gang, and He Yu were the true strength of Grade 11 Class 1.
As for the students who went before them, they were mere cannon fodder who were there to participate; no matter how badly they lost, it would not greatly affect the outcome.
The real contest was just beginning.
Soon, Han Yuanfeng turned to He Yu who was eagerly warming up and said:
âHe Yu, youâre up next.â
âReceived!â
He Yu responded.
Then he leaped onto the Martial Stage and looked at his opponent with a rather silly grin and said, âMy fists have been itching for a fight. May I ask, senior, are you ready to face my rock-hard fists?â
âIdiot!â
Seeing his childishness, the senior opposite him blurted out an insult.
The word wasnât very hurtful, but it was extremely insulting.
He Yu instantly turned red with anger.
Dammit, hindering someoneâs swagger is like killing their parents!
This senior was very insensitive; he would be defeated in seconds and then humiliated severely!
Once both had taken their places, the referee quickly called out:
âDuel, begin!â
No sooner had the sound faded than He Yu sprinted forward with a powerful kick, swiftly closing the gap and knocking his opponent off the Martial Stage with a spin and a seated bump.
The manner in which he defeated his opponent was utterly humiliating.
Afterward, still standing at the edge of the Martial Stage, he gloatingly hurled trash talk at his opponent:
âNo way, thatâs all youâve got? Where do you get off calling someone an idiot? Youâre the trash here!â
âReferee, this is a malicious insult to the opponent and a violation of martial spirit. I request that he be disqualified!â
The homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6 complained to the referee.
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately looked at He Yu and sternly warned, âYoung man, please watch your language. You must not maliciously insult your opponent.â
As soon as He Yu heard this, he was immediately displeased and retorted, âCan you stop being so hypocritical? When that guy called me an idiot just now, why didnât you warn him?â
Referee: âWarning for the second time!â
He Yu wanted to snap back, but before he could say anything, Han Yuanfeng shouted from below, âHe Yu, talk less, do more. You need to learn to express your opinions with real actions on the Martial Stage!â
At that moment, Han Yuanfeng was feeling quite annoyed.
Just now, the homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6 actually requested the referee to disqualify He Yu?
What did that mean?
Just to win a bet for a meal, had he abandoned all martial ethics?
What sort of person does that!
Soon, the next duel began.
The opposing contestant was a senior almost 1.9 meters tall, with very developed muscles and a body full of explosive strength.
Facing such a towering opponent, He Yu didnât falter at all but used his exquisite boxing and kicking skills to defeat him in less than 5 minutes and easily secured a victory.
Afterward, he grew even more vigorous with each battle and knocked down three more opponents in a row.
Adding the two from before, he had achieved a five-kill streak.
It wasnât until his sixth individual match that he finally lost the duel, begrudgingly, due to exhaustion.
By that time,
Grade 11 Class 1 was down to 3 people.
Grade 12 Class 6 still had 13 people.
âWang Shujie, youâre up.â
âReceived!â
About an hour later,
Wang Shujieâs performance was over as well.
He did even better than He Yu, having defeated ten people in a row, until he lost due to exhaustion during his eleventh match.
And now, the number of remaining students in both classes was nearly the same.
Class 1 of Senior Year One has 2 remaining.
Class 6 of Senior Year Two has 3 remaining.
âLu Gang, itâs your turn,â
âRoger that!â
Lu Gang responded and instantly leaped onto the Martial Stage.
In less than ten minutes, he dispatched the opposing teamâs two top players at light speed, leaving them with only one person standing, performing brilliantly.
âShu Jie, the top combat powers of your class donât seem up to snuff. It looks like the meal we bet on is mine for the taking,â
Seeing how the situation was greatly in his favor, Han Yuanfeng confidently said to the homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two.
The other party chuckled in response, âThatâs not necessarily the case.â
After speaking, he looked towards the sole remaining member of his class, a dark-skinned fatty, and said with a smile, âWang Jinhe, itâs your turn to perform.â
Soon, this dark-skinned fatty named Wang Jinhe took the stage.
His body was as round as a ball, moving extremely slowly.
It took him almost half a minute just to walk from the audience seating to the Martial Stage.
He was like an aged turtle.
Han Yuanfeng looked at the dark-skinned fatty on the stage, somewhat puzzled, âShu Jie, are you sure heâs a student from your class? Iâve never seen him before.â
The homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two explained, âHe transferred to my class this semester; of course, you havenât seen him.â
Han Yuanfeng nodded and said no more.
Elsewhere.
Shen Qinghan leaned towards Lin Zichen, her face close to his ear, whispering doubtfully, âZi Chen, heâs really fat, can someone this fat even be admitted into the Martial Arts Class?â
âIâm also curious; letâs see how he performs against Lu Gang in the upcoming showdown. We should know whatâs going on after we watch,â
Lin Zichen said calmly.
When he first arrived at the gymnasium, he had immediately noticed this dark-skinned fatty and wondered why there would be such a fat student in the Martial Arts Class.
Logically, with the huge amount of exercise the students of the Martial Arts Class do every day, there should be no one that overweight.
Was he a connection that got in through the back door?
But that didnât seem likely.
After all, he was the last to compete, meaning he was supposedly the strongest in his class.
Before long, the duel on stage began.
The dark-skinned fatty stood still like a mountain, showing no intention of taking action.
Facing this bulky opponent, Lu Gang didnât flinch and charged straight at him, his primary tactic was sheer brawn.
Short punches, hook punchesâ¦
Side kicks, flying kicks, sweeping legsâ¦
Elbow strikes, knee strikesâ¦
Rushing shoulder, Iron Mountain Leanâ¦
Lu Gang used all eighteen martial art skills, attacking the dark-skinned fatty furiously.
However, no matter how fiercely he attacked, he could not break through the opponentâs defense.
Too much fat!
The flesh was too thick!
He couldnât stir him!
Lu Gang grew anxious, but he had no plan left and could only continue to increase his strength, attacking the dark-skinned fatty like mad.
Unfortunately, he still couldnât inflict any damage.
âFinished? If you are done, itâs my turn,â
The dark-skinned fatty grinned, then grabbed Lu Gangâs shoulder and effortlessly lifted him up before casually tossing him off the Martial Stage.
With Lu Gangâs defeat, both classes were down to their last member.
âHan, even you are down to one person; it looks like Iâm winning,â the homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two said proudly to Han Yuanfeng.
Han Yuanfeng also felt he was losing.
Even Lu Gang, one of the best in his class, seemed as weak as a chick in front of the dark-skinned fatty, easily lifted and thrown off the Martial Stage.
The remaining Lin Zichen probably didnât stand a chance against this dark-skinned fatty either.
Ah, outplayedâ¦
Han Yuanfeng shook his head and sighed in frustration, saying with a rueful smile, âI was wondering why you dared to make a bet like that with me; turns out you had this ace up your sleeve, such lack of martial honor.â
The homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two laughed and said, âHaha, itâs mutual, Han. Didnât you also bet with me because you thought you could win easily? Weâre all the same.â
Hearing this, Han Yuanfeng felt his heart bleeding.
The bet he made with the teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two was that the loser had to treat the entire winning class to a meal at the restaurant across from the school.
Treating an entire class of students to a meal is not cheap; it would cost at least half a monthâs salary.
The more Han Yuanfeng thought about it, the more he regretted it. If he had known, he wouldnât have made the bet. It would have been much better simply to have a normal friendly match.
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