Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Upon seeing this, Passerby B returned the greeting with a bow, clasping his hands in a fist salute:

"Longgang No.1 Middle School, Passerby B!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two powerful auras erupted from the two of them, colliding within the area.

The onlookers couldn't help but concentrate.

This battle looks like it will be the most intense and fierce fight of the five one-on-one challenges.

"The fifth singles match, now, begins!"

The referee blew his whistle, and both players on the field instantly sprang into action.

Boom boom! !

Two loud bangs were heard.

The two players on the field pushed off with both legs, as if they were about to overturn the ground, and rushed towards each other at a terrifying speed of 0.1 decimeters per second.

Dead!

The whole place was dead silent!

All the audience members stared wide-eyed in disbelief, finding it hard to accept what they were seeing.

That's a speed a human could run at! ???

0.1 decimeters per second, what the hell does that mean? Even their great-grandmother with polio walking with crutches can walk faster than that!

Are these two doing abstract art?

At this moment, not only the audience but even the two fighters on the stage were dumbfounded.

It's one thing if they deliberately slowed down, but what's wrong with the other side?

Are they also releasing water?

Both of them scratched their heads, looking somewhat bewildered.

But since things have come to this, there's no point in thinking about anything else; we can only grit our teeth and continue acting.

"Drink!!!"

Both of them pretended to be exerting all their strength, their faces flushed red as they charged towards each other at maximum speed.

The speed has increased from 0.1 decimeters per second to 10 centimeters per second!

"Your speed has truly broadened my horizons!" Liu Damao couldn't help but exclaim.

Passerby B also sneered:

"Each each other."

Then, after a long three minutes,

The two finally crossed the distance of less than 100 meters and arrived at the center of the arena. They clenched their fists and slowly extended their fists toward each other's faces.

"Yaha~ Take~ my~ punch~~"

The two men's outstretched fists seemed to be moving in slow motion, taking more than ten seconds to finally touch each other's faces.

Yes, it's stroking.

The force with which these two punched was like hitting someone in the face with tofu—soft and weak.

However, the expressions of the two men changed drastically at this moment, as if they had been hit hard. They were instantly sent flying backward, and both let out a wail.

"Ouch!!! It hurts, it hurts so much!!!"

Liu Damao clutched his chest, looking pained.

"Ahem, your power is truly terrifying!"

Passerby B, not to be outdone, also covered his chest with his hand and coughed repeatedly:

"Cough cough, I feel like my sternum is going to crack!"

Everyone: "..."

At this moment, the entire venue fell silent once again.

We all understand the logic, but you two were clearly slapping each other in the face, so why are you both covering your chests?!

Even when acting, can't you at least put in a little effort?!

This isn't a martial arts competition, it's clearly Oscars night!

The referee, unable to bear it any longer, coughed lightly and said with a serious expression:

"Both of you, please take this seriously. This is a martial arts competition, not an acting contest!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Damao and Passerby B both spread their hands and said in unison:

"I've used all my strength, but I'm just a beginner. What can I do?"

The referee's lips twitched suddenly, and he didn't know what to say.

After all, if someone insists they're talented, what can you do?

Then, the two people in the arena slowly stood up again and began their back-and-forth "battle of the titans"!

Their "cooking skills" were so high that it was comparable to two kindergarten children fighting. The battle scene was not even as intense and exciting as the hair-pulling fight between Widow Wang and Aunt Liu in the next village.

They fed each other for a good half hour.

In the end, Liu Damao proved to be the more skilled fighter. He lost his footing and fell off the stage, infuriating Bystander B, who cursed under his breath.

Depend on!

How come I didn't think of that!

The referee breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

This "battle of culinary masters" has finally come to an end.

Then, he hurriedly announced:

"In the fifth singles match, Longgang No.1 Middle School won, bringing the total score to 3-2, with Jiangnan No.1 Middle School currently in the lead. The two sides will decide the final outcome in the team battle!"

Despite losing the match, Liu Damao returned to the players' bench with a smug look on his face.

On the other hand, the person who won the game, Passerby B, looked dejected.

"Big Mao, well done!"

Qin Yu grinned and patted Liu Damao on the shoulder.

Liu Damao smiled and waved his hand:

"I only won by a narrow margin. I can only say that I met my match. This kid's acting skills are in no way inferior to mine. I almost let him succeed."

"Luckily, I had a quick wit and pretended to slip and fall off the ring, otherwise the outcome of this match would have been hard to say."

Meanwhile, passerby B on the other side looked dejected and said:

"Damn it, this kid's acting is amazing. I could fill the Pacific Ocean with water and still not lose."

Chen Feng crossed his arms and immediately snorted coldly:

"Useless thing, can't even lose!"

"Can you learn from me and see how I lost to Qin Yu without leaving a trace?"

Passerby B: "..."

"What I'm saying is, is it possible that you weren't holding back, Captain, but simply couldn't beat them?"

Chen Feng: (╬￣皿￣)凸

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P.S.: My dear family, I recently started an internship, so my update schedule might be a bit irregular from now on. I'm so grateful to you all! *slaps*