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After Soaring Dragon left, we turned off the lights and locked the doors of the Venue, returning to our respective rooms. Old Bi sighed before bed, saying, "Soaring Dragon is probably the top contender this time; the best fighter in the military district, truly deserving!" I chuckled in agreement, "It seems that the prediction of the Five Tigers Shaking the Dragon has been validated. Perhaps even the three of them together wouldn't be able to defeat Soaring Dragon."
After a moment of reflection, our excitement gradually faded, and the effects of the alcohol kicked in again as we all drifted off to sleep.
With the exchanges from the previous night, we felt much closer during breakfast the next morning. Shen Han and Luo Luo took the initiative to sit at our table. Shen Han seemed much more relaxed, engaging in lively conversation with everyone.
"Today, we'll determine who advances to the semifinals. The first match this morning is you against Shen Han. Looks like there's a good show ahead!" Qizi said with anticipation. After witnessing my strength, Qizi no longer felt it was unfair for me to lose; instead, he believed I might actually contend for the championship.
"We've already fought," Shen Han glanced at me and replied to Qizi.
"What? When did you two fight? What was the outcome?" Jing interjected curiously.
I smiled and shifted the topic. "How many moves do you think Zhu Wu could last against Soaring Dragon?"
"At least five or six rounds, right?" Old Bi said after finishing his porridge and wiping his mouth.
"Don't change the subject! What was the result?" Luo Luo was also eager to know.
"The result? You'll see it soon enough," Shen Han scratched his head.
After breakfast, it was quickly time to enter the arena. We walked into the Venue together, waiting for the competition to begin. After eight o'clock, people started filling in, and soon enough, the referee called for Shen Han and me to prepare. With fewer matches today, two side nets had been removed from each Venue, combining them into one. The equipment and Striking Group would alternate in competition.
When it was our turn to compete, several friends rushed to the sidelines. Shen Han entered from one side tightly gripping his Fine Tube Gun while I casually dragged my Steel Rod onto the stage.
After verifying our identities, a long whistle sounded—"Beep!"—and the match began!
Shen Han approached with a serious demeanor, holding his Fine Tube Gun at the ready. I raised my hand and turned to the referee, saying, "No need to fight; I concede!"
The arena was enveloped in silence, even longer than the last time when Old Bi had voluntarily conceded. The referee looked at me in surprise as I repeated my words. At that moment, Shen Han furrowed his brow and shouted, "Wang Wei! What do you mean?"
I shrugged. "Old Shen, I can't beat you, so I concede." I glanced back at Shen Han before turning to leave the venue. The crowd erupted in chatter, clearly taken aback by my unexpected decision.
Once outside the venue, reactions varied among the onlookers. Qizi was the first to approach me. "Brother Wang, what are you doing? You just concede without fighting?"
Old Bi also looked confused. "Why aren't you following the rules?"
Silent Hand covered his mouth in astonishment. "Ah, are you really unable to win, or did you let him win on purpose?"
Luo Luo spoke softly, "Did you two secretly avoid each other? Did you lose?"
I didn’t respond and instead turned to look at Shen Han, who stood dazed in the arena. In my heart, I thought, brother, this is as far as my help can go. This match didn't hold much significance for me, but for Shen Han, it was a pivotal moment in his life; the further he went, the more opportunities he would have. There was another reason: Shen Han's Nine Section Whip had yet to be revealed. No one knew about it. If we were to fight seriously, Shen Han's Fine Tube Gun wouldn't stand a chance against my weapon. It would inevitably lead to using our trump cards, exposing all our secrets. It was better to hold back a little. This way, both Shen Han and I could keep our secret weapons until the end. If by chance I managed to fight my way back from the losers' bracket and faced Shen Han again in the finals, then we would see.
"Alright, enough questions! Shen Han is coming down!"
Everyone turned to see Shen Han descending with a cold expression while holding his Fine Tube Gun. "What do you mean? Are you letting me win?" he shouted.
I knew I couldn't be straightforward with Shen Han, so I feigned an air of mystery and put my arm around his shoulder as we stepped aside. "Old Shen, don't be angry; I meant no harm. I just think we should fight separately. In the next match, Soaring Dragon will face Qin Sihu. Who do you think has a chance of winning?"
"Most likely Soaring Dragon! What's it to you?" Shen Han replied with a hint of annoyance.
"Exactly! So then who faces whom next?"
"I'll face Soaring Dragon; you'll probably meet Qin Sihu in the losers' bracket," Shen Han followed along with my line of thought.
"Well, can you beat Soaring Dragon?" "No, I can't."
"Then that means there's a good chance we'll meet in the loser's bracket?" "Yeah."
"Alright, if that's the case, why should we waste our energy fighting each other and expose the secrets of our weapons in front of everyone?"
"You mean I shouldn't use the Nine Section Whip against Soaring Dragon?"
"Exactly! Don't use it. Just stick to your Fine Tube Gun. My Steel Rod is too heavy. You're more agile; you won't be at a disadvantage in terms of flexibility. You have the advantage in length as well. Figure out his patterns and provide insights for everyone. Soaring Dragon is too cunning; he doesn't just fight anyone randomly, so we have no way of knowing where his weaknesses lie. But if we gather information on Soaring Dragon during actual combat, it will give whoever faces him in the finals a better chance!"
"Ah, that makes sense." Shen Han nodded vigorously.
"Fight well! For you, for me!" I patted his shoulder, and Shen Han nodded fiercely, saying, "Alright! Brother, I'll do my best to find his weaknesses!"
But deep down, I thought that in this competition, Soaring Dragon was probably going to take first place. As for second place, I'd do my best to secure it for you. As long as I could take down Qin Sihu, I should be fine. Speaking of Qin Sihu, heh, I remembered we had a bet between us.
While we were whispering, everyone didn’t know why Shen Han, who had been so angry just moments ago, suddenly looked happy. They all relaxed and turned their attention back to the second match.
Only Old Bi quietly tugged at my sleeve and whispered in my ear, "Did you throw the match on purpose?"
I smiled but didn't answer.
At that moment, the referee called the contestants to the stage: Striking Group: Soaring Dragon versus Zhu Wu.
As the whistle blew to start the match, Zhu Wu, with a face full of defiance and determination, lunged at his much larger opponent while everyone held their breath watching the calm and smiling Soaring Dragon.
Soaring Dragon once again showcased his immense strength! Zhu Wu unleashed a powerful punch, and with the momentum of his speed, it was truly a force to be reckoned with. No one would dare to take that punch head-on, and dodging to the side wasn't a good option either, as Zhu Wu's other hand was also poised to strike. It seemed that retreating was the best choice, or at least that's what I thought, and I assumed others felt the same.
However, Soaring Dragon did not follow that line of thought. Just as Zhu Wu's fist was about to connect with Soaring Dragon's chest, he suddenly made his move. He placed both hands on Zhu Wu's right arm, and in a swift motion, he maneuvered himself under Zhu Wu's arm and in an instant found himself behind him, hooking his right foot around Zhu Wu's right leg.
With a sudden burst of strength, Soaring Dragon pushed against Zhu Wu's lower back. Zhu Wu let out a surprised yelp as he stumbled forward. The momentum from his earlier charge combined with his foot being hooked caused him to lurch ahead. Just as he was about to crash to the ground, he managed to stagger a couple of steps and regain his balance.
Little did he know that the moment he turned around, Soaring Dragon was already in motion!
He sprinted a few steps before leaping into the air. I was taken aback; even though I knew how formidable Soaring Dragon was, I never expected him to leap nearly a person's height. In mid-air, he thrust his right foot out with tremendous force!
Thud! His foot landed solidly on Zhu Wu's chest just as he had turned around. Zhu Wu swayed but remained standing.
Thud! Soaring Dragon retracted his right foot and followed up with a kick from his left foot to Zhu Wu's chest. Finally, Zhu Wu took two steps back in an attempt to withstand Soaring Dragon's onslaught.
However, retreating only gave Soaring Dragon more space. In those two steps, Soaring Dragon unleashed another series of kicks, flying through the air with four strikes!
"Is this the Shadowless Kick from Foshan?" Old Bi exclaimed in astonishment.
Despite his strong physique, Zhu Wu found himself pushed to the edge by this relentless barrage of attacks. He attempted to wrap his arms around Soaring Dragon, who was still airborne; if he managed to grab hold tightly, it would be difficult for Soaring Dragon to escape.
Just as Zhu Wu's hands grasped Soaring Dragon's waist and he prepared to exert force, Soaring Dragon suddenly shouted sharply and brought his elbows together, striking down on Zhu Wu's head!
The impact was significant; we all saw Zhu Wu's upper body sway as his grip on Soaring Dragon loosened considerably. But Soaring Dragon did not stop attacking; he swiftly separated his arms and struck at both sides of Zhu Wu's neck with the palms of his hands. This time, Zhu Wu completely released his hold.
As soon as Soaring Dragon landed on the ground, he transformed his palms back into fists and launched both fists simultaneously into Zhu Wu's abdomen. Poor Zhu Wu staggered back several steps before crashing down onto the ground!
The whistle blew! Zhu Wu stepped out of the boundary!
Soaring Dragon really won!
Incredible! The surroundings fell silent for a moment before erupting into applause! With a powerful comeback, Soaring Dragon defeated Zhu Wu, who was known for his strength!
I noticed the podium was also in an uproar; it seemed the leaders were taken aback as well.
However, Soaring Dragon did not show much excitement. He calmly smiled as he left the arena, but when he saw Old Ma, they exchanged a few words before he went to speak with the referee.
The referee announced loudly: "Next match: Equipment Group: Soaring Dragon vs. Qin Sihu!"
Soaring Dragon was going to fight consecutively! Thinking about the praise Soaring Dragon received, I felt a mix of jealousy and unwillingness as I watched him. Suddenly, I remembered a game I used to play called S. Back in college, my competitive spirit was very strong. During my obsession with that game, I spent countless nights in internet cafes and barely managed to become a reserve member of the Hubei Team. At that time, many world-renowned experts were just eighteen or nineteen years old. It seems that every field has its standout individuals who, whether through talent or hard work, lead far ahead of their peers, making it hard for others to catch up.
Lost in thought, Qin Sihu entered the venue with a serious expression, wielding Twin Whips.
(To be continued; more excitement awaits tomorrow!)
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