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"Assistant Coach Li, do you mean the Serpent Martial Arts Academy has a better chance of winning?"

Li Wenjing asked, puzzled, "But if that's the case, why would the Master do this...?"

"Unwise!" Li Xunhuan shook his head and said, "Below the level of martial arts practitioners, it's best three out of five rounds."

"This rule means that all graduating students under the age of 22 who are not martial artists can go on stage to compete in a best-of-five match."

"Your five senior female students have been with the academy for less than a year, while the Ling She Martial Arts Academy is a well-established academy that has been established for more than ten years. Therefore, most of the students they send out will be twenty-two-year-old students who have reached the maximum level."

"Hiss, one year against four years!" Sun Wan said nervously, "Doesn't that mean we're doomed to lose?"

"Therefore, the Master of the Serpent School would not, and could not, refuse the challenge from the Rose Martial Arts School."

Wang Ping placed her palms on her eyebrows to shield her eyes from the sun, and said with slightly narrowed eyes, "It's starting."

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"The two teams for this match are Rose Martial Arts Gym and Serpent Martial Arts Gym!"

An old man with a dark face and the words "Martial Alliance" embroidered on his chest stood on a makeshift arena, facing all directions, and shouted at the gathered crowd.

"Both parties agree to the following terms: 1. Duel amount: 100 million; 2. Duel rules: for those below martial arts level, best of five rounds; 3. Duel venue..."

"Witness of the Martial Alliance: Fang Mingquan"

"If both parties have no objections, let's sign the contract now!"

Liu Yanran was about to step forward when the Master of the Spirit Serpent Pavilion suddenly sneered, "Wait!"

"Mr. Fang, according to the rules of the challenge, can we add one more condition?"

Fang Mingquan nodded. "That's true."

The owner of the Serpent Pavilion looked at Liu Yanran and made a throat-cutting gesture with his right thumb across his neck.

"I raise my bet, the Serpent's Silk Hand!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Even Fang Mingquan, who had only intended to go through the motions, couldn't help but perk up and his gaze fell on Liu Yanran.

"Master Liu, you should think this through. If you lose the fight after signing this contract, your Rose Martial Arts Academy will have to close down."

Sun Wan hurriedly grabbed Li Xunhuan's sleeve and said, "The Master of the Spirit Serpent Pavilion only raised the stakes, how come it's considered closing down for us?"

Li Xunhuan sighed, "That's how it is with a single martial arts school. Visualization techniques are hard to grasp, and Qi cultivation methods are hard to change. Only body tempering techniques are the foundation for a martial arts school's survival."

"The Serpent Master is certain that the Rose Martial Arts Academy only has Yanran as its headmaster. If she chooses to reveal the Tiger Cannon Fist after the war, will your academy switch places?"

Sun Wan's face flushed red, and she stammered, "I...I won't be a little traitor!"

"But your parents are the ones who paid the money."

Sun Wan's pretty face turned pale.

Li Xunhuan's gaze shifted to the high platform. "Yanran, you absolutely cannot lose!"

Faced with the provocation from the Spirit Serpent Pavilion Master, Liu Yanran simply nodded calmly and signed and pressed her hand on the contract.

The owner of the Serpent Pavilion snorted coldly and stepped forward, repeating the same procedure.

Fang Mingquan flipped over the contract, held it high with both hands, surveyed the crowd below, and then shouted:

"The contract is signed, both parties have agreed, the duel in the ring shall officially begin!"

"First, please welcome the challenger, Rose Martial Arts Hall."

Liu Yanran glanced at her and said, "Meimei!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Yu Meimei nodded quickly, clenched her small fists, and walked onto the stage while muttering incantations.

"You can do it, you can do it..."

Below the ring, some spectators who were close enough to hear the conversation couldn't help but smile. Could such a novice, who was just starting out, possibly turn the tide?

The serpent master's tense mind suddenly relaxed. He turned to look at the row of tall and strong students behind him, then at Yu Meimei, who was as thin as a bean sprout and had a hunched head. He casually pointed and said.

"Wang Lin, you go!"

Wang Lin, who looked remarkably like a man, twisted his thick neck, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and looked up, saying, "Master, the usual, ten thousand per match!"

The serpent pavilion master frowned and coldly snorted, "Let's finish this quickly!"

Wang Lin smiled indifferently. She knew that martial arts were difficult to master and that she could not stay at the martial arts school as an assistant instructor, so she naturally did not need to be subservient to the Spirit Serpent School Master anymore.

He leaped onto the stage in a few steps, slammed his fists together twice, and pointed at the seemingly timid Yu Meimei, extending three thick fingers.

"Hey, you're just filling in the numbers, don't be scared, I'm not sending you down for at least three minutes."

"Oh? Thank you, thank you!"

Yu Meimei was filled with gratitude, and the tension that had been pounding in her chest subsided somewhat.

"Even if we lose after playing for three minutes, it's okay, right?"

Wang Lin's face stiffened. Looking at Yu Meimei, who resembled a little white rabbit, a deep disgust surfaced in his eyes. "What a naive idiot!"

After confirming with several deep breaths that Yu Meimei was truly ready, Mr. Fang...

He gestured for the two to stand on either side of the arena, clasped his hands together, and then suddenly chopped down.

"start!"

Yu Meimei froze for a moment, and the kind-looking old man with a dark face beside her had already disappeared.

With a sinister smile on his lips, Wang Lin brandished his fist, the size of a sandbag, and charged at her like a tank, sneering.

"Idiot, what I just told you was that I'd use you to vent my anger for three minutes first!"

Yu Meimei looked deathly pale, or rather, her face had been as white as paper ever since she stepped onto the stage.

She exhaled a long breath, stood with her feet together like two sheep and a horse, clenched her fists, slightly retracted her right arm, and slammed it straight at her opponent.

"Attack against attack!"

The owner of the Serpent Pavilion felt much more at ease.

Outsiders all thought that the Serpent Martial Arts Academy was weak in martial arts, but little did they know that this was exactly what she wanted to show them.

In each team composition, she would carefully select one or two individuals with strong physiques and provide them with individual special training, focusing on strength, in order to make up for any deficiencies.

Does she really think she doesn't understand the "weakest link" principle?

"Wang Lin's base strength is 932 kilograms. Adding the 120% boost from her mastered basic fist techniques, the force of her punch reaches 1120 kilograms, far exceeding that of a beginner martial artist."

"If it weren't for the consistently high mortality rate of 17.6% in the Wilderness Trials over the years, and the fact that she was using the competition prize money to keep him hooked, Wang Lin would have already tried joining a Wilderness Mercenary Group."

The owner of the Serpent Pavilion lamented the impending departure of his carefully maintained sword while watching Liu Yanran with a cold, sneer.

"To dare challenge us after only one year of establishment? That's utterly absurd. Even if you've found a martial arts genius, it takes time for that genius to translate into power. A mere year, and you think you can..."

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound caused the serpent master's lips to involuntarily curl upwards.

But the next second, a tall figure that kept retreating froze the smile on her face.

"How is this possible?"

In fact, it was Wang Lin who had this thought in mind even earlier than she did.

The moment she struck her opponent's delicate hand with a punch far exceeding the basics of a martial artist, an excruciating pain shot through her broken finger bones.

However, the next second.

She then saw Yu Meimei's delicate face, looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

Those clear, innocent eyes, like those of a bewildered fawn, were filled with incomprehension and confusion.

It was as if he was questioning her: why didn't you dodge?

At that moment, Yu Meimei's delicate left fist struck her chest.

With a double-handed strike, he plucked the black tiger's heart!

"Snap!"

The sound of breaking ribs briefly brought Wang Lin back to her senses, but she would rather never wake up again.

Because Yu Meimei turned around and used the momentum to deflect the punch, she took the opportunity to leap up.

The long, white legs reflected in her pupils were straight and slender, and the veins on her fair insteps were even visible.

But the next breath, Wang Lin's left neck collided with his instep, his neck snapped back, and his entire body spun two and a half times in mid-air before he instantly lost consciousness.

Yu Meimei looked completely bewildered, her feet felt light as if she were floating on clouds, her hands resting on her knees, and she was panting heavily. Fine beads of sweat on her forehead told of her excessive nervousness during her first battle.

"Is it over?"

"it's over."

Although he understood in his heart, Fang Lao, as a witness of the Martial Alliance, still walked to Wang Lin's side and touched her neck.

After confirming that he was still conscious, he decisively stood up and announced, "The winner is Rose Martial Arts Hall!"

"Huh?" Yu Meimei exclaimed in surprise, "I won!"

A tremendous sense of accomplishment washed over her, making her so excited that her face turned bright red.

"It seems the battle isn't so difficult after all!"

Old Fang gave Yu Meimei, who was still oblivious to the fledgling bird taking flight, a deep look, then shifted his gaze to Liu Yanran and nodded approvingly.

"It's been a long time since a grassroots martial arts school has truly taught martial arts according to the students' future potential."

Liu Yanran smiled and returned the greeting, then looked at the Master of the Spirit Serpent Pavilion with a playful expression, and silently said something.

"You're finished!"