Two Feet

After her defeat this time, Xiao Ruohan remained undefeated in the subsequent matches.

By the third day, she finally matched up against Liu Weiwei.

A wave of panic instantly rose in her heart.

Liu Weiwei’s record was simply too dazzling.

Xiao Ruohan could tell—she was no match for her.

But she didn’t want to lose.

Even if she lost to anyone else, she couldn’t bear to lose to Liu Weiwei.

It wasn’t just because Liu Weiwei had once been her defeated opponent.

It was also because Liu Weiwei was Chen Feng’s disciple.

By now, Chen Feng knew this day would come eventually.

This was practically the finals.

If Liu Weiwei won against Xiao Ruohan, she would face Kane for the championship.

Of course, Chen Feng was already prepared to concede, settling for second place.

But if Liu Weiwei lost, it would indirectly mean losing to Kane.

Her ranking would then drop to third.

Before the match, Chen Feng reassured her:

"Weiwei, don’t let the pressure get to you."

"You still have a long future ahead."

"Even if you lose to Xiao Ruohan today, you’ll have another chance in the national tournament three months from now."

"Just focus on one thing—protect yourself. Don’t get injured, or it could affect your performance in the nationals."

Jin Youxi chimed in:

"Junior Sister, make sure you kick her hard a couple of times—give Master some payback!"

Chen Feng frowned.

"What payback? We’re all adults here—don’t be so childish."

"Look at you. Is this how an elder sister should act?"

Jin Youxi stuck out her tongue.

She would never forgive Xiao Ruohan, no matter what.

On the surface, Liu Weiwei agreed with Chen Feng, but deep down, she had already made up her mind.

She had to defeat Xiao Ruohan.

Even if it meant pushing herself to injury, even if she had to force out a third kick—she couldn’t lose.

She needed to make Xiao Ruohan understand just how foolish her betrayal of Chen Feng had been.

On the other side, Xiao Ruohan’s mother, seeing that Liu Weiwei was about to step onto the stage, immediately said:

"Ruohan! It’s that little bitch Liu."

"Make sure you hit her hard this time—break her legs for good."

"Let’s see if that bastard Chen can still fix her then."

Xiao Ruohan had no patience for her mother’s words right now.

Her mind was entirely occupied with one thought:

How can I win?

How many of her kicks can I withstand?

With tension and dread weighing on her, Xiao Ruohan stepped onto the stage, one heavy foot after another.

Staring at Liu Weiwei—the girl she had once nearly crippled—her emotions were unbearably complicated.

This time, Liu Weiwei spoke first.

"I won’t hold back."

"But this isn’t about revenge."

"It’s for Master."

"I want you to realize just how foolish your actions were."

Master.

Xiao Ruohan froze.

That had once been her master too.

Now, he was her enemy.

Clenching her fists, Xiao Ruohan felt an overwhelming surge of regret and bitterness.

As the referee announced the start of the match, her energy surged violently.

Her martial stance shifted, and the faint silhouette of a golden dragon slowly materialized around her.

Clearly, her martial projection had grown slightly more solid—stronger than before.

Inside, Xiao Ruohan roared furiously:

I can’t lose! I absolutely can’t lose!

She knew that if she lost this match,

it wouldn’t just be the competition at stake—

but the last shred of dignity she had left.

Liu Weiwei, too, gathered her full strength.

Her legs were enveloped in a dark, ink-like martial projection.

She planned to unleash two consecutive kicks—no chance for Xiao Ruohan to recover.

If two weren’t enough, she would push her body to the limit and deliver a third.

Liu Weiwei charged forward, leaping high before bringing her leg down like a blade.

Eighth Form of the Crippling Kick—Annihilation of All!

A killing intent so dense it seemed to crush the air descended upon Xiao Ruohan.

But Xiao Ruohan didn’t dodge.

Gritting her teeth, she roared:

"I will defeat you!"

With that, she thrust out both palms in rapid succession—seventeen strikes in an instant.

Dragon-shaped projections surged toward Liu Weiwei.

Down by the stage, Jin Youxi clung tightly to Chen Feng’s arm, her heart pounding wildly.

She didn’t dare blink.

Sensing his disciple’s tension, Chen Feng reassured her:

"Weiwei’s got this."

"Xiao Ruohan shouldn’t have chosen to clash head-on."

"If she had dodged, she might’ve had a sliver of a chance."

"But it’s clear she refused to yield even an inch against Weiwei."

Just as Chen Feng spoke, Liu Weiwei’s kick shattered every last dragon projection.

Though the force of her strike was diminished, the impact still sent Xiao Ruohan stumbling back several steps.

Before she could recover, an even fiercer attack followed.

Ninth Form of the Crippling Kick—Extinction of the Three Realms!

A massive, ink-black foot swept sideways like a scythe.

Xiao Ruohan hastily countered with her palms.

Raging Dragon Emerges from the Sea!

Two forces collided with a thunderous crash.

And in the next moment, Xiao Ruohan felt like a mantis raising its arms to stop a speeding train.

She was sent flying off the stage like a broken kite.

Choosing to face the purely offensive Crippling Kick with an incomplete version of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms was a fatal mistake.

The result was inevitable—a single kick left her severely wounded.

By the time she crashed outside the ring, Xiao Ruohan was already coughing up blood.

That one strike made her realize the gap between her and Liu Weiwei.

The memory of defeating Liu Weiwei in the city tournament still felt vivid.

Back then, she had been so triumphant.

Now, she had never been more humiliated.

Trembling, Xiao Ruohan tried to push herself up—only to feel an excruciating pain shoot through her hands.

Through her internal energy, she could sense the bones in her palms were fractured.

A little more force, and they would’ve been completely ruined.

Her mother rushed over from the stands, demanding:

"Ruohan, what happened?!"

"During the city tournament, you broke that little bitch’s legs!"

"How could you lose to her now?"

"Do you even realize every loss costs you 100,000 in prize money?!"

With this defeat, Xiao Ruohan’s ranking was locked in at third place for the provincial tournament.

But she barely registered her mother’s words.

Her eyes were fixed on Chen Feng and Jin Youxi, who were now rushing toward the stage.

That useless junior sister she had once ignored was now jumping around like an excited child.

Chen Feng, the master she had once looked down on, wore a proud smile as he and Jin Youxi helped Liu Weiwei off the stage.

Then, he began massaging Liu Weiwei’s legs as she sat in her wheelchair.

Xiao Ruohan stared blankly, tears silently streaming down her face.

All she could hear was her mother’s complaints—no one else cared.

The instructor from War God Dojo approached and said flatly:

"The rankings are finalized. You’re in third place."

"According to dojo rules, the prize money is split 80-20."

"Your share will be transferred tomorrow after the awards ceremony."

With that, the instructor walked away without another word.

Xiao Ruohan looked down at her dojo uniform and asked herself:

Is this the War God Dojo I dreamed of joining?

Meanwhile, over at Fist God Dojo’s side,

Kane’s expression was grim.

It had taken him dozens of moves to defeat Xiao Ruohan.

Liu Weiwei had done it in two kicks.

How was he supposed to fight that?