Just as An Shiyu had said, the referee quickly restored order.
Ten people ganging up on one was out of the question—that would just be a brawl, with no resemblance to a proper match. And with so many people watching, no one would let that happen anyway.
After calming down, the Taekwondo Club members returned to their positions, though their faces still burned with anger. They glared daggers at Ye Chuan, as if they wanted to grind him into the dirt.
Ye Chuan, however, remained completely unfazed. To him, the furious Taekwondo members were nothing more than a sideshow.
After all, he wasn’t afraid of a group fight. In fact, he’d happily take them all on at once and wipe the floor with them.
In ordinary combat, numbers are an absolute advantage.
But unfortunately for them, Ye Chuan was already a Qi Condensation realm expert.
No matter how many ants there are, they’re still just ants.
The hierarchy was absolute.
Soon, things returned to a one-on-one match. Seeing the momentum shift back in Ye Chuan’s favor, Huang Haotian took a deep breath. "You really won’t settle for a draw? I’ll give you one last chance—we can call it even."
"We can even return the bet money."
Ye Chuan rolled his eyes at Huang Haotian’s words. "Wow, the audacity. Who was the one screaming his lungs out earlier? Oh right, that was your little buddy wailing in pain, wasn’t it?"
Huang Haotian’s face twisted at the jab. Clenching his teeth, he muttered under his breath, fueled by the cheers from his club members, "Don’t get cocky! You think you can take all of us down? Cut the act!"
They had the numbers—even if they had to wear him down through sheer attrition, they could still exhaust him!
By now, Huang Haotian had completely forgotten his original goal. At first, he’d wanted to beat Ye Chuan to a pulp, break his leg in front of everyone, and send him to the hospital for months. But now, he was just scrambling to save face.
Huang Haotian knew he couldn’t drag this out any longer. He had to end it—fast.
Gathering all his strength, he lunged forward with explosive speed and threw another punch!
This was it—all his pride on the line!
Ye Chuan, as usual, simply reached out to grab Huang Haotian’s fist.
Huang Haotian’s eyes narrowed.
Now!
Mid-motion, he suddenly shifted, twisting into a spinning kick instead!
His switch was lightning-fast—but to Ye Chuan, it still looked like slow motion. Smirking inwardly, Ye Chuan activated his Fire Mystic Body and raised his leg.
Huang Haotian’s foot slammed squarely into Ye Chuan’s raised shin. For a split second, Huang Haotian’s heart soared—his kicks were powerful enough to send a full-grown man flying!
But his triumph was short-lived.
Instead of sending Ye Chuan sprawling, Huang Haotian felt like he’d just kicked a scorching stone wall. His foot might as well have been a slab of meat on a cutting board.
"AHHH—!!!"
An intense burning sensation, coupled with searing pain, tore through his foot. Huang Haotian let out another bloodcurdling scream before collapsing to the ground!
To the spectators, it looked like Huang Haotian had gone for a spinning kick—only to get knocked back by sheer force.
Now writhing on the floor, Huang Haotian clutched his ankle, howling in agony.
"See? See? I’m not a wooden board—stop treating me like your little circus act, alright?" Ye Chuan shook his head, his tone dripping with pity. Every word stabbed into Huang Haotian’s pride like a knife.
The audience below was already treating this as pure comedy.
"All that board-breaking really went to his head, huh?"
"Pfft—those ‘boards’ they use are basically pre-split. You could drop one and it’d crack in half."
"So this is how Ye Chuan keeps winning—they’re just running into him on purpose, flopping over, and then crying foul play."
"Hey, didn’t Huang Haotian win MVP in the city Taekwondo tournament?"
Huang Haotian was in too much pain to retort, his face contorted as he gasped for air.
He glared up at Ye Chuan. "You—you’ve been humiliating me this whole time, haven’t you?!"
"Admit it!"
"Uh, yeah?" Ye Chuan’s blunt admission caught Huang Haotian off guard.
Ye Chuan looked bored. "Dude, you go down in one hit. Did you actually think you were strong? If you suck, just train more. Stop whining, okay?"
"And yeah, I am humiliating you. What’re you gonna do about it? Come at me, then. Oh wait—you can’t."
The drawn-out taunt sent Huang Haotian’s blood boiling. With one final roar—
"YE CHUAN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
—his body gave out. He groaned and collapsed face-first.
He’d been literally pissed into unconsciousness.
"He—he fainted?!" Even the referee was stunned. He hurried over to check on Huang Haotian before signaling for the Taekwondo Club to carry him to the infirmary.
"Wait, Huang Haotian just got trash-talked into passing out?"
"Zero mental fortitude, huh?"
"LMAO, tomorrow’s school paper is gonna be wild."
As the crowd buzzed with chatter, Ye Chuan himself was a little surprised.
Did he really say that much?
This guy had the emotional resilience of a wet paper towel.
Shaking his head, Ye Chuan figured there was no point chasing Huang Haotian to the infirmary just to beat him up again.
Stretching his neck, he suddenly noticed Luo Xi watching from a distance. He flashed her a quick grin and a reassuring wink.
Seeing Huang Haotian knocked out, Luo Xi seemed to exhale in relief.
……
The match wasn’t over yet. Ye Chuan glanced at the referee. "Since Huang Haotian’s down, that means I win, right?"
The referee promptly declared Ye Chuan the victor.
"So, who’s the next board-breaker?" Ye Chuan turned toward the Taekwondo Club. "Anyone actually competent here?"
"I’ll go!"
The Taekwondo members bristled at being called "board-breakers," and soon, a towering figure stepped forward—a muscular guy standing at 6’3".
"It’s Ma Tianyun, the vice-captain of the Taekwondo Club!"
"I’m Ma Tianyun. You’re strong, but you shouldn’t disrespect our club," Ma Tianyun said flatly, his words measured.
"You guys started this, and now you’re playing the victim?" Ye Chuan scoffed.
From Huang Haotian’s initial provocation to the online drama, Ye Chuan had been the one getting targeted. Yet now, this giant had the nerve to accuse him of disrespect?
"Even if he was in the wrong, does that mean you’re completely blameless?" Ma Tianyun countered.
"Uh, yeah. Obviously." Ye Chuan wasn’t about to entertain any guilt-tripping.
Ma Tianyun clearly wasn’t winning this debate. Taking a deep breath, he warned, "Be careful. I’m much stronger than Huang Haotian."
"They call me… the number one Taekwondo practitioner in Yinshan."
A few seconds later—
Ma Tianyun was flat on his back, knocked out cold by a single punch from Ye Chuan.
He was promptly carried away.
One hit. That’s all it took.
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