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

"I hereby declare that, from this moment forward, Qin Yu shall be officially renamed One-Punch Man!"

The audience was completely impressed by Qin Yu's impressive performance and believed that Jiangnan No.1 Middle School, led by Qin Yu, would defeat Taicang No.1 Middle School and advance to the finals.

But at this moment, a knowledgeable person pretended to be deep in thought and retorted:

"Not necessarily! For a support character to unleash such a terrifying punch, he must have used a skill, and the level of that skill is definitely not low, at least platinum level, or even diamond level!"

"For someone who is currently only at the Martial Artist level, the spiritual energy required is enormous, and he definitely cannot perform it a second time in a short period of time!"

"So, on the surface, Jiangnan No.1 Middle School has the advantage, but Taicang No.1 Middle School is actually the one that benefits."

At this point, the knowledgeable man stroked his chin, a sudden flash of realization appearing in his eyes:

"No wonder Han Li didn't accept the challenge in the previous match, but instead chose to send other team members. I thought he chickened out."

But now it seems he did it on purpose, wanting others to force Qin Yu to reveal his trump card prematurely so he could reap the benefits. What a clever scheme!

"We've all been fooled by Han Li!"

The expert's analysis was so powerful that it left the audience speechless.

"Holy crap! What you said makes so much sense."

"Although I didn't understand much, I believe you because you said a lot."

"Come on, stop trying to do reading comprehension with this. Han Li is clearly a coward."

"Hmph, a brainless fool like you would never be able to perceive the profound strategic implications contained within this."

"Oh right, you're the only one who understands, you're the only one who gets it."

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Let the facts speak for themselves. I bet Han Li will win. Otherwise, I, Liu Bo'er, will do a handstand and have diarrhea right here and now!"

"OK, let's bet. Whoever reneges is a coward!"

While the audience was arguing about which team would win, Jiangnan No.1 Middle School had already sent out their fourth opponent for the singles challenge.

Liu Damao strode confidently onto the stage, chest puffed out and head held high, and declared in a loud, clear voice:

"Changshan Mao Zilong is here. Who dares to fight me?"

On the Taicang No.1 Middle School side, Han Li walked onto the ring with a blank expression.

He didn't even have the mind to say another word to such trash.

When Liu Damao saw that it was Han Li who went on stage, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

You're so shameless!

You didn't dare to go on stage when Lao Qin was playing.

I went on the field, but you went on instead.

What do you mean? Do you think I'm a pushover who can be easily manipulated?

Liu Damao was furious and said with a sneer:

"You think you're so great?"

"Let me tell you, if you manage to touch me even once later, I'll consider it a loss."

The audience members were all taken aback upon hearing this.

Why is this kid so confident in front of Han Li?

Could it be that he's also playing dumb to outsmart others?

The audience members started discussing it.

Not only the audience members present, but even Han Li's expression became slightly serious at this moment.

Although this guy looks really trash, the fact that he dares to be so confident in front of me means he might be hiding some big tricks, just like Lin Qingxue and Qin Yu before. I still need to be careful.

Han Li thought to himself,

The whistle blew, officially signaling the start of the match.

Han Li did not make any rash moves, but remained where he was, wanting to see what the other party would do before making a response.

Liu Damao slowly drew a broken sword, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, and for a moment, he exuded a truly domineering aura.

"I told you, I'd admit defeat if you could even touch me once."

As he spoke, he slowly pointed the blade of his short sword at Han Li.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body tensed instantly, ready to react at any moment.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the stage froze to its extreme, like the calm before a storm, making the audience widen their eyes, unwilling to miss the fierce battle that was about to erupt.

Then they saw Liu Damao exhale a breath of stale air, his eyes sharp and resolute as he said:

"Referee, I surrender!"

Everyone:? ? ?

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned.

No way, so you were all bragging for so long, and now you're just surrendering and admitting defeat?!

This turn of events came so suddenly that it caught everyone off guard and nearly caused them to strain their backs.

Han Li was utterly speechless at this moment.

Damn, looking at how arrogant this kid was just now, I thought he had some trump card up his sleeve, but it turns out he's just doing abstract art!

Thinking about how cautious I had been before, I felt like I was being ridiculous.

The referee was also stunned by Liu Damao's outrageous move, standing there dumbfounded for a long time before finally coming to his senses and clearing his throat, saying:

"Taicang No.1 Middle School wins the fourth singles match!"

However, despite winning the game, Han Li was not in a good mood and left with a dark face.

He felt a sense of disgust, as if he had found 100 yuan, but it was covered in dog poop.

On the other hand, Liu Damao, the loser, stepped down from the stage with a happy expression.

He never expected to win.

He was already quite satisfied with being able to make a good impression in front of tens of millions of viewers.

"Old Qin, I have successfully completed my mission."

Liu Damao chuckled.

Qin Yu was taken aback upon hearing this:

"Why don't you just admit defeat? What have you accomplished?"

"I initially said that if my opponent touched me even once, I would lose, but now the match is over and my opponent didn't touch me at all, does that mean I didn't win!"

Liu Damao put his hands on his hips and said with a self-righteous expression.

Everyone: "..."

Goodness, you've really mastered the art of Ah Q.

……

P.S.: Bros., what should I do now? I need help urgently.