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Hou Xiaohou brushed his clothing and placed one hand behind his back, exuding an extraordinary presence as he declared loudly, "The Martial Arts Club is never a place for you insignificant fish to run wild!"
In an instant, Hou Xiaohou's originally small stature seemed to grow taller, and his entire demeanor became more imposing. The new members of the Martial Arts Club looked at him in confusion, as if they were meeting this amiable senior for the first time. Meanwhile, the veterans were unfazed; they understood well that this usually easygoing little monkey could be fierce like a diamond when provoked.
The few raucous individuals who had been shouting still wanted to make noise, but a figure squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of them.
Upon seeing this person, even the little monkey's expression changed, and he coldly said, "Zhang Chong, are you really going to sink to their level?"
The young man scoffed dismissively. "With them? They don't even qualify to stand with me. I just want to have a proper match with your strongest."
Hou Xiaohou's expression darkened. Ye Mingshang rarely took action, and only a few knew about his extraordinary strength. Had someone leaked information?
"Haha! You don’t need to guess anymore. My grudge with him has existed for a long time. In the past, I never fought him directly; I hope to do so today. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't take it out on you all," Zhang Chong said with a grin.
A threat—a blatant threat. This was an attempt to force Ye Mingshang into action. If he didn’t intervene, Zhang Chong would surely join these people in wiping out the Martial Arts Club. Without Zhang Chong, the club might struggle against three opponents but still had a chance of winning. However, with Zhang Chong involved, there was little hope; if Ye Mingshang didn’t defeat him, everything would be in vain.
"Senior Brother Ye is not here right now; I've already notified him. He should be back soon," Hou Xiaohou said with a serious face.
"Hahaha! That's fine; even if he's not here, the sparring among others should continue. Are you afraid?" Zhang Chong laughed, squinting at Hou Xiaohou.
Hou Xiaohou stared at him for a moment before extending his hand. "Please."
The other party was clearly well-prepared and had no intention of backing down from the start. Today, whether they fought or not, a confrontation was inevitable.
The two sides stood in four groups: one group was the Members of the Martial Arts Club, another was from Taekwondo, and the third comprised those from Karate and Judo. Although they nominally joined forces, it was evident that Karate and Judo, sharing a common origin, were more in sync. As for Zhang Chong, he had come alone today and looked down on joining those people, thus forming his own faction.
Looking at the aggressive crowd across from him, Hou Xiaohou stepped forward with a grim expression and said in a deep voice, "Today, it's quite an honor for you all to come to our Martial Arts Club so boldly. However..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. "Enough! No need to waste time; if we're going to fight, let's get on with it."
Hou Xiaohou shot a glare at the interrupter. The president of the Taekwondo club stepped forward, also staring at Hou Xiaohou with a slight laugh. "What's wrong? Are you trying to bully our Member as the acting president of the Martial Arts Club?"
Hou Xiaohou snorted coldly. "You'd better keep your people in check. If he doesn't understand what manners are, I wouldn't mind teaching him how to behave."
The other person's expression turned icy, but Hou Xiaohou didn't give him a chance to speak. He continued coldly, "Let's be clear; I know why you're all here. Fight! We have never been afraid. You foreign-worshipping scoundrels should not think you can run rampant here. Oh~ I almost forgot; you really are something." At the end of his statement, Hou Xiaohou sneered at the president of the Taekwondo Club.
Seeing him at a disadvantage made those from Karate and Judo unable to hold back their laughter, but Hou Xiaohou wasn’t about to let them off easily either.
"Do you find this amusing? You should be grateful you're not Japanese soldiers; otherwise, you definitely wouldn't walk out of Nanjing alive. Go ahead and try if you don't believe me." After saying this, Hou Xiaohou shot them a cold glance. "You are all Chinese yet you wave the flags of foreign devils to bully your fellow countrymen. Do you know what that makes you? Traitors! Do you honor your parents? Do you honor your ancestors?"
It must be said that while Hou Xiaohou usually appeared shy, he was merciless when it came to insulting others. He escalated the conflict between clubs into an international issue of national righteousness. His passionate words immediately left some people blushing with embarrassment.
The various clubs were similar; they had all joined out of curiosity, and now being called out like this made them feel somewhat ashamed. Especially since many locals from Nanjing were present, Members from Judo and Karate felt particularly embarrassed for betraying their ancestors.
The president of Karate stood up with a stern face. "Hou Xiaohou! Stop inciting emotions and don't take the conversation too far. We're just here for friendly sparring between clubs; martial arts have no borders—don't use your theories to fabricate nonsense!"
"That's right, martial arts knows no borders. Even masters like Yip Man and Bruce Lee have said similar things. Are you really going to question the words of these masters?" The president of the Judo club also came out in support.
It must be said that anyone who can become a president is not to be underestimated. The two of them supported each other, and with the idol power of Yip Man and Bruce Lee, they managed to stabilize the hearts of those who were already wavering.
"Exactly, martial arts knows no borders. We are merely practicing their fighting techniques; how is there any element of betrayal involved? Where does betrayal come into play?" someone thought.
Hou Xiaohou squinted his eyes; it seemed that action was necessary today... Fight it is! Who's afraid of whom! Hou Xiaohou glared, his imposing aura fierce as he declared, "If it comes to fighting, then let's fight! None of us descendants of Yan and Huang are afraid!" In the end, Hou Xiaohou also deliberately emphasized a nationalistic stance.
As the two sides prepared for battle, it was naturally the less prominent members from each camp who would take the lead.
First, a tall and slender youth from the Taekwondo Club stepped forward. With long legs and arms, he clearly had the standard physique of a Taekwondo practitioner. However, his steps appeared somewhat unsteady, and his complexion was not good—he looked like someone who had indulged excessively.
Hou Xiaohou frowned, puzzled as to why the opponent would send out such an obviously depleted member for the challenge. While it was normal to send out a weaker member for the first match, sending someone in such a state was just embarrassing.
With doubts in mind, Hou Xiaohou pointed at a new member. "You, go up."
The young man nodded, tightened his belt, rolled up his sleeves, and strode confidently into the arena. Compared to the indulgent tall and thin opponent, this youth clearly exuded confidence and walked with purpose—his quality was evidently much better.
(To be continued.)
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