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Jinhai's movements were undeniably bold, and his standard horse stance was truly a shocking visual. It must be said that although he was young, his leg techniques were already extraordinary. While there are hand techniques in Taekwondo, he completely abandoned them, focusing solely on training his legs.
When it comes to ranking, it's not just about leg techniques; hand techniques are also essential. Jinhai's actual combat ability was actually higher than his belt rank, but the imbalance in his skills brought down his overall score.
Hou Xiaohou looked quite disheveled, bending over with his head raised, trying to support himself with trembling hands. His whole body ached, and the kick to his back felt as if it had turned his insides upside down.
However, his gaze remained resolute as he faced his opponent and prepared for battle; he had never wavered.
"Little Monkey, are you sure you want to continue fighting?" Jinhai asked, lifting his leg and crossing his arms over his chest, speaking calmly.
"Hey! You're much stronger than I imagined; you've really surprised me. But... do you think this is enough to win against me?" Hou Xiaohou replied with a smirk, a hint of mockery in his tone.
Seeing the look in Hou Xiaohou's eyes, Jinhai paused slightly before laughing. "Haha! If you were at your peak, I might have been cautious. But... you're only half alive now; do you really think you can defeat me? You're joking, haha!"
Hou Xiaohou squinted slightly and smiled eerily. "Then let's give it a try."
Jinhai's expression changed as he snorted coldly. "Then I'll oblige you!"
With that, he charged toward Hou Xiaohou, leaping high into the air and executing a powerful drop kick, aiming to end the fight decisively.
This move was indeed vicious; if it connected, Hou Xiaohou would likely spend at least half a year in the hospital.
As he watched Jinhai descending from above with an intent to take his life, Hou Xiaohou showed no fear—only determination.
"Martial Arts... will not be defeated!"
At the critical moment, despite being severely injured, Hou Xiaohou braced himself against that kick and forcefully twisted his body.
“Ah!!!”
A piercing scream echoed as Jin Hai lay on the ground, Hou Xiaohou pinning him down, clutching one of his legs tightly. It was evident that his leg had been deformed, twisted into a horrifying and grotesque position, with blood slowly oozing out, staining his white Karate Uniform.
Under the blood's saturation, Hou Xiaohou's black Tight-fitting Outfit took on a dark red hue, adding an air of menace.
Jin Hai howled in pain; at the twisted joint, a piece of white bone had pierced through the Karate Uniform, exposed to the open air.
The injury was severe and fundamental; even with timely treatment, it would be difficult for him to return to his original state. Having devoted all his energy to leg techniques, losing one leg meant he was left with nothing.
He discarded his supporting leg and struggled to stand up unsteadily.
Breathing heavily, a stream of bright red blood flowed down from his forehead, trickling over his eyes and blurring his vision.
Having taken a fatal blow, Hou Xiaohou's injuries worsened; when he fell to the ground earlier, he had also hit his head, blood pouring down without restraint.
Now, looking at Hou Xiaohou's hunched and smaller frame—far from strong, even quite frail—he somehow exuded a sense of towering majesty and vastness.
“Ha~ Ha~”
Hou Xiaohou gasped for breath; it seemed there was never enough oxygen. He swallowed hard against his dry throat, feeling nauseous.
Blood streamed into his eyes without him bothering to wipe it away; his face was smeared with blood. Breathing heavily like a low growl while bent over, he resembled a wounded tiger, commanding attention despite his condition.
People were dispatched to take Jin Hai away for treatment. The president of Taekwondo glanced at the presidents of both sides, conveying a clear message.
The presidents of Judo and Karate exchanged glances, their expressions complex and hesitant.
"You go up." Finally, the Karate President instructed a newcomer to step into the ring.
The person swallowed hard, feeling a bit scared, but then thought about the opponent's current state and felt that even he could win. As long as he won, it would surely be a great achievement.
"Ha!"
Excited, the newcomer didn't introduce himself or bow; he simply shouted and charged forward.
As he swung his palm, Hou Xiaohou wanted to raise his hand to block it, but he couldn't lift it at all. Jin Hai's leg was injured, and although he forced so much power from his hand, it also meant he was enduring tremendous twisting force.
However, being an encyclopedia of knowledge, he quickly devised a strategy. Since he couldn't lift his hand, he decided not to. His body was unstable anyway, so he used that momentum to shoulder into the opponent's abdomen.
The young man felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and instinctively tried to elbow strike Hou Xiaohou's back. However, he suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a dull thud, and then everything went black.
He was thrown backward violently, and with such force, it felt like his neck might snap. His eyes were vacant, showing only the whites; his mouth was wide open, and his tongue hung limply as he lay there, unaware of life or death.
His body was already weak; he struggled to turn over on the ground, using his hands to push himself up slowly.
"You go up." After the battle ended, the Karate President instructed another person to step forward. The individual swallowed hard and also shouted as he charged in.
"Bang!"
With just one punch, he knocked the opponent down. This was not only due to his strength but also because the opponent didn't want to engage with him, fearing they would meet the same fate as the previous young man.
"You go up." The Karate President's face turned pale as he continued to instruct another member to take action.
"Bang!"
Another punch, and the opponent was knocked out.
"You! Get in there!"
"Bang!"
"Keep going!"
"Bang!"
"Again!"
"Bang!"
Hou Xiaohou struggled to swing his fists, making exaggerated movements that were uncharacteristic of his style, knocking down one opponent after another who charged at him.
How tragic, how heroic; how could one not admire this?
A lightly injured member of the Martial Arts Club couldn't hold back his frustration. He stood up, wanting to intervene, but was stopped by a Senior Member beside him, who shook his head and said, "This is his fight. We can't interfere until he falls."
"But! Hou Shixiong is seriously injured!" the young man exclaimed.
"Stop whining! Are you going to trample on a man's dignity?!" the Senior Member scolded. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the young man fighting desperately in the arena. He shouted loudly, "You little brats better pay attention! This is what it means to be a man, a strong one! This is your example! Learn from this; as long as there’s even a shred of strength left, stand tall and don’t fall!" (To be continued.)
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