At this moment, the members of the Taekwondo club began cheering for Jin Zhengxi, shouting encouragement with furious intensity, as if venting all their anger from being beaten by Ye Chuan.
"Go, Jin Zhengxi! You got this!"
"Big bro Jin Zhengxi, teach that guy a lesson!"
"Go!!!!!!!"
Even though their numbers had dwindled, the volume of their shouts didn’t diminish in the slightest. Ye Chuan was somewhat surprised by this—he hadn’t realized just how deep the Taekwondo club’s resentment toward him ran.
But—
What did it matter to him?
They were the ones who had embarrassed themselves. They had the numbers advantage and still got beaten—who else could they blame?
Just as Ye Chuan was about to make his move, he noticed Jin Zhengxi putting on a full set of protective gear. This made him raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Wait, you can just wear armor now?"
Jin Zhengxi smirked, tapping his gloves. "It’s called free combat, idiot. Anything goes—equipment included!"
Despite his dismissive attitude, Jin Zhengxi was no fool. He had come prepared with gear from the start.
Down below, Luo Xi tugged at An Shiyu’s sleeve. "Xiao Yu, isn’t this cheating? Who wears armor in a fight?"
Ye Chuan didn’t have anything!
An Shiyu, watching the shameless display, simply shook her head. "Don’t worry. Look at Ye Chuan—he doesn’t even care."
Hearing this, Luo Xi turned her gaze back to Ye Chuan, who indeed looked completely unfazed.
If anything, he seemed even more unimpressed.
Seeing his calm demeanor, Luo Xi felt slightly reassured. At least he wasn’t afraid.
He’ll be fine… right?
Go, Chuan Chuan… Please don’t get hurt. She could only pray silently in her heart.
Back on the stage—
Ye Chuan shook his head at Jin Zhengxi’s audacity. "You’re even more shameless than I thought. Typical Korean behavior, huh?"
"Kneel and apologize now, and I might let you walk away, punk." Jin Zhengxi didn’t see anything wrong with his actions. So what if he wore armor? He had done far worse to win in the past.
Taekwondo wasn’t exactly known for its practicality in real fights—what was wrong with stacking the odds?
Even if his fellow Koreans found out, it wouldn’t matter. He was just exploiting the rules.
Ye Chuan sighed. "If you’re gonna be this pathetic, then fine. A turtle shell won’t change the fact that you’re still a turtle."
He beckoned mockingly. "Come on, little turtle."
Jin Zhengxi’s face darkened at Ye Chuan’s taunting. Without another word, he lunged forward, feigning a kick before suddenly throwing a punch at Ye Chuan’s face!
He loved cheap tricks—using misdirection to catch his opponent off guard.
But to Ye Chuan, his movements might as well have been in slow motion.
With a casual swipe, Ye Chuan deflected the punch, then sent Jin Zhengxi flying with a single kick!
The sheer speed of the strike sent Jin Zhengxi skidding across the floor, leaving a trail as he slid several meters back under the stunned gazes of the crowd.
"How…?!" Jin Zhengxi couldn’t believe it. How was this possible?
Meanwhile, Huang Haotian, watching from the sidelines, felt his scalp tingle.
What the hell?
This feeling… this scene…
Something familiar was coming back!
"Big bro, you gotta win!" Desperation clawed at Huang Haotian’s throat as he screamed himself hoarse.
Jin Zhengxi, hearing the frantic support, wiped his mouth (though there was no blood) and smirked. "Oioioi, relax. I’m not losing. That was just a lucky hit."
It didn’t even hurt.
But some sharp-eyed spectators noticed something odd—one of Jin Zhengxi’s leg guards was missing.
"Just a fluke!" Jin Zhengxi charged again, this time unleashing his signature spinning kick!
Yet again, Ye Chuan dodged effortlessly before planting another kick straight into Jin Zhengxi’s gut, sending him crashing down.
This time, the pain was real. Jin Zhengxi clutched his stomach with a groan. "Agh—!"
Why?!
How was every single one of his moves being countered?!
Huang Haotian, seeing Jin Zhengxi get knocked down twice, panicked. "No, no, no! Big bro Jin Zhengxi, you can’t lose!"
He had emptied his savings for this bet—even lied to his grandma about needing tuition for a study-abroad program to scam 100,000 yuan out of her. If Jin Zhengxi lost, he’d be ruined!
He was practically on his knees begging.
Jin Zhengxi, mistaking Huang Haotian’s desperation for genuine concern, took a deep breath. "Kid, I’m fine. Just rusty, that’s all!"
He glared at Ye Chuan. "You’re strong, I’ll admit. Beating those Taekwondo club losers was one thing, but you’re facing me now—"
"Jin Zhengxi, the runner-up!"
He rushed in for close-quarters combat, confident in his physical superiority over some brat.
The two clashed, exchanging rapid blows—until someone in the crowd noticed something bizarre.
Wait…
What the hell?
Jin Zhengxi…
Where’s his clothes?!
He had been fully geared up earlier, but after a few exchanges with Ye Chuan, his protective wear had somehow vanished!
"Hah! Out of tricks now?" Jin Zhengxi grinned, gripping Ye Chuan’s arm triumphantly.
He stepped back, regaining his confidence—until someone shouted:
"Big bro! Your—your clothes!"
Jin Zhengxi blinked, suddenly feeling a draft.
He looked down.
He was standing butt-naked on the stage.
Jin Zhengxi: "?!"
Before he could react, Ye Chuan was already in front of him, smirking.
"Should’ve worn more."
A fist slammed into his jaw.
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