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Huang Yaohua cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, intending to step aside. Unfortunately, Deng Bo had no intention of letting Huang Yaohua leave so easily. He swiftly positioned himself in front of Huang Yaohua and said in a calm tone, "Teacher Huang, you’ve had your fun; now it’s my turn."
With that, Deng Bo clenched his fists and launched a rapid attack towards Huang Yaohua. In that instant, a unique aura emanated from him, creating an intense sense of pressure reminiscent of the so-called energy field found in traditional Chinese martial arts.
Seeing Deng Bo charging at him, Huang Yaohua furrowed his brow but quickly reacted. He lifted his right leg and kicked towards Deng Bo's fists with remarkable speed, delivering four or five kicks in the blink of an eye.
Although Huang Yaohua was a black belt in Taekwondo, excelling in speed and technique, Deng Bo's mastery of traditional Chinese martial arts was profound and well-rounded. While his attack speed might not match Huang Yaohua's, his strength far surpassed it.
A series of sharp sounds echoed through the gym as Huang Yaohua's right leg struck Deng Bo's fists. Initially, the impact seemed manageable, but on the final kick, Huang Yaohua felt a sharp pain as his leg collided with Deng Bo's fist, the sound of cracking bone audible to those nearby.
"Ah! Teacher Deng, I concede. Please stop!" Huang Yaohua cried out in agony, his face turning pale as he limped backward to evade the residual force of Deng Bo's attack.
Deng Bo relaxed his fists and dissipated the energy surrounding him. He glanced at Huang Yaohua's injured leg and coldly bowed his head slightly. "I apologize, Teacher Huang. I got a bit carried away and didn’t pull back in time. But don’t worry; I was careful with my strength. You’ll just need to rest at the hospital for about twenty days; you should be fine."
Deng Bo’s demeanor was nonchalant, exuding an air of arrogance. Upon hearing his words, Huang Yaohua shot him a cold glare. This time he had initiated the confrontation with Deng Bo, and now that he had suffered an injury, there was little he could say.
At that moment, Huang Yaohua's students rushed over to support him as they made their way out of the gym toward the school hospital to tend to his leg.
After Huang Yaohua left, Deng Bo scanned the crowd and arrogantly declared, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? Step forward."
"Teacher Deng, let me experience your martial arts!" A senior student in a tight yellow outfit stepped forward, wielding nunchaku that resembled Li Long’s style. "For fairness, you should choose your weapon too."
A lovestruck sophomore girl watched the newcomer with sparkling eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand and exclaimed excitedly, "It's Zhu Dongdong! He's so handsome! I want to have his babies!"
The voice of the Sophomore Girl was loud, and despite the noise in the gym, everyone around her heard what she said and turned to look at her.
However, the girl paid no attention to the gazes of others; her eyes were fixed on Zhu Dongdong, and a hint of happiness shone in her expression.
Seeing her expression, I felt a wave of annoyance wash over me. I shook my head and walked over to tap her shoulder, politely asking, "Senior Sister, sorry to interrupt. My name is Jiang Ling, a new student just enrolled today. Could you tell me what Zhu Dongdong is all about?"
The girl turned to glance at me, and upon hearing that I was inquiring about Zhu Dongdong, a smile spread across her face. With a proud tone, she said, "Junior, you might not know yet, but Zhu Dongdong is the president of our school's Martial Arts Society and also the chairman of our Sports College Student Union. He is one of the prominent figures in our school."
As we spoke, Deng Bo had chosen his weapon as well. Holding a two-meter-long wooden stick, he beckoned to Zhu Dongdong with his finger and said, "Zhu Dongdong, as your former teacher, I'll let you have three moves first. Bring it on."
Zhu Dongdong nodded readily. He swung the nunchaku in his hand and said seriously, "Teacher Deng Bo, I'm going to make my move now; be prepared."
With that, Zhu Dongdong's body swayed as he quickly charged toward Deng Bo. The nunchaku transformed into a blur as it swung powerfully toward Deng Bo's head.
Nunchaku emphasize speed; only by being fast enough to prevent the opponent from striking back or interrupting their attack can one truly master its essence.
Deng Bo's expression grew serious as he saw Zhu Dongdong's momentum. Although Zhu Dongdong's nunchaku wasn't quite fast enough for Deng Bo not to see it clearly yet, it was approaching that level.
"Zhu Dongdong, your skills are impressive, but if you want to defeat me, you're still lacking just a bit," Deng Bo said calmly as he wildly defended against Zhu Dongdong's attacks with his wooden stick. Despite appearing flustered, Deng Bo managed to block all of Zhu Dongdong's strikes without taking any damage.
Watching this scene unfold before me, I was somewhat surprised by Zhu Dongdong's strength. Furrowing my brow, I turned to the girl beside me and asked, "Senior Sister, has Zhu Dongdong always been this strong?"
The girl shot me an exasperated look and nodded without hesitation. "Of course! Zhu Dongdong was the champion of last year's National Martial Arts Competition. If nothing unexpected happens this year, he will likely be the champion again."
The girl turned her gaze back to Zhu Dongdong and Deng Bo, who were in the midst of a fierce battle. After seeing Zhu Dongdong put Deng Bo in a fluster, she immediately cheered loudly, "Wow, go Zhu Dongdong! Defeat Deng Bo and show him your strength. Go, Zhu Dongdong!"
I shook my head in disbelief and looked again at the two in the center of the gymnasium, but my attention was primarily on Zhu Dongdong. From the moment he made his move, I sensed a strange aura surrounding him; however, I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was at that moment.
(End of Chapter)
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