Chen Yixuan wasn’t knocked out.
With the double protection of padding and gloves, actually knocking someone out is pretty difficult.
No matter how hard the punches land, most of the force is absorbed, and at worst it just hurts for a while.
But anyone could tell that Li Yongkang’s level had entirely changed compared to before.
Punches connected cleanly with flesh, kicks were ruthless, and his transitions between offense and defense were crisp and sharp.
Chen Yixuan was overwhelmed for nearly an entire round.
By the end of the first round, the referee tallied the scores, Li Yongkang leading by ten points.
Both retreated to their respective corners; only one minute of rest remained.
The Taekwondo Club members crowded around Li Yongkang, handing him water, wiping his sweat, and giving him a massage.
The Boxing Club did the same on their side.
Electrolyte drinks, ice towels—everything they needed was there.
The club competition felt almost professional, and the nearby student spectators were thoroughly entertained.
One minute is very short.
As the bell rang, the second round began.
When Li Yongkang stepped back up, his footwork was steadier than in the first round.
He had already fully figured out Chen Yixuan’s punching habits: the guy liked to probe with a right straight punch, then follow up with a left hook.
Once a pattern is exposed, breaking it down is just a matter of time.
On top of that, Li Yongkang could also use kicks, whereas Chen Yixuan was more comfortable with just his fists.
Jiang Yunlu sat on the sidelines. After watching for a while, she suddenly sighed.
“I really want to go up and fight.”
She said it casually, but everyone around turned to look. An Yuexin twisted his head, sizing her up.
“Miss, you know martial arts?”
“Of course, it’s a family tradition.”
Jiang Yunlu tied her hair back. “My mom is a martial arts master.”
Xie Yuling heard this and didn’t argue.
After all, Situ Yunshu did come from a martial arts family, and for now, she was the highest combat power in Jiang Yunlu’s household.
An Yuexin thought about it and cautiously decided not to press further.
Lin Mo just smiled but said nothing.
Chu Miaomiao sat quietly beside him the whole time, practically hanging off his arm, not speaking either, just leaning against him.
Her presence wasn’t strong, but her physical proximity was extremely close.
Playing the long game, silently earning points.
On the platform, the second round finished, and the third round followed immediately.
Li Yongkang grew smoother and smoother. Although Chen Yixuan adapted quickly enough, he had lost too many points early on and couldn’t catch up.
After three rounds, Li Yongkang secured the first victory.
When he stepped off the platform, his face was bruised and swollen, and the corner of his left eye was puffy.
He had won, but it wasn’t an easy win.
Li Yongkang walked over to the Taekwondo Club members and forced a crooked smile.
“Mission accomplished, but they adapted fast. The rest of you need to be careful.”
Taekwondo Club president Ding Xi patted him on the shoulder.
“Got it. Rest up. Our Taekwondo Club—we will win!”
The words were meant to boost morale.
In the second match, the person sent out by the Taekwondo Club was knocked down twice in the first round.
Then… wipeout.
Because in that second match, during just the first round, the Taekwondo Club member was knocked down twice.
If not for the rule prohibiting ground attacks after a knockdown, he would have been pinned down and pummeled into the floor.
Even so, after being knocked down twice, that club member was completely dazed; when he stood up, his legs were shaking.
The student spectators let out a gasp.
Second match: loss.
Third match: the Taekwondo Club sent up someone bulkier, but it didn’t work either.
The opposing Boxing Club fighter was aggressive, keeping the offensive pace tight and not giving him any breathing room.
Another loss.
Score: one to two.
If they lost one more match, the Taekwondo Club would lose entirely.
Li Yongkang sat on the bench, covering his head with a towel, hunched over, silent.
What good was winning the first match? Losing two in a row afterward made the defeat hard to swallow.
Club president Ding Xi’s original strategy was clear:
Send the strongest horse in the first match to build morale, the weakest horse in the second to sacrifice points, and the middle horse in the third to stabilize the situation.
It was the classic Tian Ji horse racing strategy.
But there was one problem.
The opponent used the same strategy.
And their middle horse beat our middle horse.
Still, it was okay because next up was the Taekwondo Club president himself.
“It’s fine.” Ding Xi stood up and rolled his wrists and ankles.
Ding Xi was a G3 student, but since he was a sports special admit, he didn’t need to cram like other G3 students.
As the Taekwondo Club president, he had to defend the club’s honor.
With a black belt and fifth dan, his skill level probably only ranked within the city.
Not top-tier, but definitely the ceiling at this school.
So he believed that, as the safety net, he could definitely turn the tide.
He had to win.
Ding Xi climbed onto the platform, did a few warm-up exercises, then stood still, waiting for his opponent.
Over on the Boxing Club side, a few rushed whispers broke out.
Then a tall, lean guy with no obvious muscle definition slowly climbed onto the platform.
He glanced at Ding Xi and sighed.
“I forfeit.”
Then he climbed back down.
The whole arena went silent for two seconds.
Someone from the Taekwondo Club cursed: “What kind of game are they playing?”
Ding Xi stood on the platform, his energy coiled up with nowhere to go. He snapped his head toward the Boxing Club side, his expression dark.
Strongest horse versus weakest horse.
And the weakest horse actively surrendered.
“You guys actually…”
The Boxing Club president sat in the crowd and slowly clapped twice.
“Senior Ding won, didn’t he? Why are you mad? If I remember right, the lineup was set long in advance.”
The one who said this was very young.
Lin Mo gave him a glance.
Not a G2 student. Not a G3 student either.
It was a G1 freshman who had just enrolled this year.
That made Lin Mo raise an eyebrow.
A G1 freshman became president of the Boxing Club outright.
That was very intriguing.
Last year’s Boxing Club president surely appointed a successor before graduating, but normally the choice came from the current G1 or G2 students.
No matter how you cut it, a freshman wouldn’t get picked.
A G1 freshman bypassing all upperclassmen to take the top spot—either his connections were strong enough, or his fists were strong enough.
Or both.
Lin Mo looked away and said nothing.
That Boxing Club president rose from his seat, took off his jacket, revealing a short-sleeved shirt underneath. The muscles on his arms weren’t exaggerated, but their lines were extremely defined—clearly honed through real matches, not dead muscle built in a gym.
He climbed onto the platform and rolled his neck left and right.
“The final match,” he said, looking at Ding Xi.
“Let me, Jiang Cuo, end this.”
The others in the Boxing Club looked at Jiang Cuo with admiration and hope.
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow again. This guy must be seriously formidable, otherwise these people wouldn’t look at him like that.
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