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The boys of the Martial Arts Club, invigorated and supporting each other, stood up. Despite their severe injuries, their gazes remained resolute and unwavering.
"Better to stand and live than to kneel and die!" the Senior Member shouted at the forefront.
"Better to stand and live than to kneel and die!!!" (Everyone shouted in unison)
Their momentum surged instantly, an unusual aura enveloping them as if they had undergone a qualitative transformation. Though invisible and intangible, it was undeniably present. This team had transcended; their willpower would be even stronger, and their future broader, for they could resist all difficulties and setbacks, their hearts now as steadfast as steel.
"Chinese Martial Arts has a long history and profound depth; how can these small nations compare! They may defeat our bodies, but they cannot reach our powerful hearts! Men, let me hear your resolve!!!"
Listening to the Senior Member's loud encouragement, these young men, filled with youthful vigor, felt something ignite within them and responded in chorus.
"Martial!!!"
"Martial!!!"
"Martial!!!"
The determined voices rang out powerfully, as if they could pierce through others' eardrums, shake the very foundations of the building, and destroy all obstacles in their path.
The opposing group was stunned, completely overwhelmed by the other's momentum, feeling a sense of discomfort within themselves.
Ahead, Hou Xiaohou's small figure resembled a wounded tiger mercilessly tearing apart one enemy after another. Behind him, the remaining soldiers, though injured, supported each other like interlocking bricks forming an indestructible wall.
Sanda President, everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to step up. They were confident that they could win if they made a move, but they couldn't be sure if their opponent would retaliate in their final moments, like a cornered beast fighting back. They couldn't determine if they could bear the cost, especially with Jin Hai's example fresh in their minds.
"Go! Get in there!"
"You too! Hurry up!"
"Whoever takes him down, I'll personally take them as my disciple!"
Several leaders shouted, commanding their Members to take action. At this point, it was almost a fight to the death; they had to determine who was superior. As for losses and responsibilities, those thoughts had long been cast aside.
Hou Xiaohou's senses had become blurred; he could barely see his opponent and was fighting purely on instinct.
"Bang!"
Finally, his senses dulled, he was knocked to the ground by a punch.
He couldn't see clearly anymore, but... but I still want to fight! I can't go down! I can still fight!!!
Hou Xiaohou struggled to get back on his feet, raising his fist with great difficulty, ready to strike again when a strong hand grasped him.
"That's enough, let it go."
"No! I can still fight!" Hou Xiaohou instinctively struggled, completely ignoring who had stopped him.
With Hou Xiaohou already on the verge of exhaustion, how could he break free? That hand felt like an iron claw, tightly gripping him.
"Let go!" Hou Xiaohou shouted, turning around to find a familiar face, a face he had longed to see, "Senior Brother Ye..."
Ye Mingshang patted Hou Xiaohou on the shoulder and softly said, "You've done enough. Leave the rest to me."
With tears in his eyes, Hou Xiaohou nodded heavily.
His companions helped him back to a chair, where he sat and watched the scene unfold before him.
In the arena, a Black-Clad Youth took Hou Xiaohou's place, his expression cold, with piercing narrow phoenix eyes filled with disdain.
"Now, the game should come to an end, ants..."
The sudden appearance of the Black-Clad Youth left everyone stunned; they didn't know who he was. They had never heard of anyone like him in the Martial Arts Club.
However, while many did not recognize him, there was one who did. Zhang Chong, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly stood up, squinting his eyes with fighting spirit, "Ye Mingshang!"
Ye Mingshang turned around and glanced at him indifferently. "Don't be anxious; none of you here will escape today."
Upon hearing this, those unfamiliar with him felt a surge of anger. They had seen Hou Xiaohou's skills and were afraid of him, but how strong could someone who looked so frail and delicate be?
"Arrogant! Do you really not know how to write the word 'death'?" the Vice President of the Karate Club shouted loudly.
Ye Mingshang glanced at him calmly without responding and simply beckoned with his finger. The simple gesture was filled with disdain and mockery, completely disregarding him.
"You bastard seeking death!" The Vice President of Karate glared, anger rising from within as he charged forward with a punch aimed at Ye Mingshang. He had been suppressing his desire to fight ever since the battle with the Martial Arts Club; he had long wanted to make a move. But previously it was a fight among members, and he didn't dare to hit Hou Xiaohou. After holding back for so long, suddenly someone appeared right in front of him—how could he not be excited? He could almost imagine the thunderous applause after knocking the opponent out.
However, sometimes reality often contradicts ideals. Some people truly cannot be judged by appearances, and unfortunately, he realized this too late.
"Bang! Bang!"
The figure of the Karate Club President flew high into the air before crashing to the ground, bouncing once before finally falling down. His eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, clearly unconscious.
At this moment, when everyone looked at the thin young man again, they no longer dared to underestimate him. After all, who could be an ordinary person capable of knocking down a Vice President with a single punch?
Not long after Hou Xiaohou and the others started fighting, Ye Mingshang returned. However, he hid among the crowd and did not intervene immediately. He wanted to see how these young people's qualities measured up and whether they were worth his protection. The result was clearly beyond his expectations; the determination of these young people was no less than that of seasoned veterans. Their spirit, their unwillingness to back down, and their passionate fervor deeply moved him.
Especially the blood-soaked figure of Hou Xiaohou, whose resolute expression seemed to reflect his own shadow, touched him profoundly.
These kids... they are meant for me to protect...
He took off his leather jacket and tossed it high into the air, revealing his lean physique. Yet, his fitted undershirt clearly outlined his nearly perfect body.
Every muscle was so well-defined that adding or subtracting even a little would be too much or too little; it was just right.
He rubbed his wrists as a pair of cold eyes swept over the crowd. His entire demeanor resembled ancient ice, like a fierce beast about to break free from its cage.
"You all can come at me together!" (To be continued.)
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