“Die standing? You won't die. You'll be ravaged by me until you lose all dignity as a man. Just watch, keep your eyes wide open and watch!”
The more Qin Yue looked at that stubborn face, the more displeased he became. An uncontrollable killing intent surged into his mind like a volcanic eruption.
His coach, Chu Tianxiong, had told him more than once that in this world of the jungle, the weak had no future. All effort and pain were for the sake of "winning." Therefore, although his talent wasn't the highest on the team, he could be said to be the most diligent.
Ten kilometers of morning runs, weighted sprints, frog jumps, a thousand push-ups, five hundred handstand push-ups, weightlifting, ab workouts. As long as it could improve his physical strength, he could endure any hardship, even taking medication without hesitation!
The meaning of his life was a single word: "Win." No matter how much effort he put in, if he didn't win in the end, it was all meaningless.
But what was with the man in front of him? Was he strong? No, he was as weak as an ant that could be crushed at any moment. But why was he so angry?
That's right, why did a mere weakling have the right to put on such a strong posture? Even a victorious pose? Why did he receive so much applause!
That's right, the public's sympathy would only be for the weak!
He understood the key point, grinned wildly, and then transformed into a lightning bolt that split the sky and earth, launching a fierce punch directly at the trembling Chen Hao!
"Chen Hao!"
"Junior Brother!"
Gao Chenfei and Peng Lin's brows furrowed as if that punch had also landed on them. Yang Ye and the other looked on with pained expressions.
The scene under the spotlight was filled with infinite tragic grandeur. Chen Hao leaned forward, as if his body had lost all strength, merely using Qin Yue's hand as a support to stand. If Qin Yue withdrew his strength, Chen Hao would fall like a guard pierced through the chest by a spear and "die" instantly.
"Ugh~"
Chen Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood. His vision had long since turned from blood-red to endless darkness. In the dim light, he seemed to see a pair of fair hands reaching out to him, and with extreme gentleness, yet a hint of arrogance, he murmured, "Chen Hao, everyone is watching. You've already struck fear into your opponent. You've already made them deeply understand your resolve. Now, you just need to hold on a little longer!"
He grinned wryly, struggling to reach out to the ethereal, flawless white hand, "But I really have no strength left, I~"
"Listen carefully now. Can you hear your name echoing throughout the entire martial arts arena? Listen to your inner voice. Are you sure you want to give up now, to give up the opportunity your fellow disciples fought so hard for?"
The voice drifted further away, and the dim light was instantly illuminated by dazzling, brilliant light spots. In front of him was a mirror as large as a cliff face, imprisoning his true self!
And that true self's lips moved, as if saying, "Chen Hao, you can do it. As long as you want to, you are omnipotent!"
"As long as I want to? I am omnipotent!"
As his mind was completely filled with this voice, the cries that had once disappeared poured into his ears like a tide once more. The spotlights, cameras, encouraging voices, the earnest gazes of his fellow disciples – these things intertwined and transformed into hope!
Similarly, Chen Hao was now able to see Qin Yue's incredible, even somewhat terrified face from the corner of his eyes. That feeling was even more satisfying than winning a victory.
"What… what's going on with you? Aren't you afraid of death? The weak should just fall. Why are you tormenting yourself like this?"
Qin Yue exhaled hot air, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly. His fierce killing intent slowly turned into fear!
"The weak have their pride too. Your victory is only temporary. My fellow disciples are not to be trifled with!"
Chen Hao clenched his fists, gathered all his strength, and straightened his body. With a face tinged with blood, he smiled brazenly.
"What right do you, trash, have to talk big like that? It's as easy for me to defeat you as it is to crush an ant!"
"Perhaps, at the beginning of the match, you had a chance to take me down in a few rounds. But since I've held on this long, I won't give up easily. You'd better be careful!"
As he spoke, Chen Hao sounded the horn of counterattack amidst a chorus of astonishment.
His moves were still very conservative. Qin Yue could dodge these naive and minimally varied moves as if playing with a monkey. But for some reason, he always felt that these punches were merely conveying a message to him: The athletes from Adoration City would fight to the death!
Qin Yue had participated in many professional competitions. Under Chu Tianxiong's guidance, his killing intent was naturally strong, and he had indeed encountered formidable opponents.
However, being restrained like this by a weakling he could crush with a flip of his hand was something he had never experienced before.
The more he felt uneasy, the sharper Chen Hao's punches seemed. He fought and retreated. When his peripheral vision swept towards Chu Tianxiong, he felt as if his eyes were being pierced by a dazzling, unbearable light!
It was as if that seemingly calm expression was saying, "Just continue to be cowardly. Our Zigu City representative team will never need the weak. Even if you're gone, there are plenty of reserve players waiting to take your place. Don't think you're secure."
Thinking of this, Qin Yue, who had slightly wavered, suddenly lowered his body amidst the nearly one-sided cheers. Chen Hao threw a punch, and unable to stop his momentum, stumbled and fell towards Qin Yue.
"It's time to finish this!"
Qin Yue calculated the timing perfectly, leaped high like a soaring dragon, and his fist struck Chen Hao's jaw, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood on the spot!
"5 to 0! The match is over!"
The referee's announcement was incredibly fast, perhaps fearing that Qin Yue might do something even more terrifying. He stepped forward, raised Qin Yue's hand, but didn't receive much applause.
After all, this style of fighting that crippled the opponent was really unlikable. Even the spotlight seemed to be playing a joke on him, shifting to Chen Hao, whose legs were trembling and who was about to fall backward.
Yang Ye and the others, along with their fellow disciples, rushed onto the stage. Yang Lingxue glared at her opponent like a tigress, then helped everyone lift the severely injured Chen Hao off the stage.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you people? I'm the victor! I'm the one who deserves your applause! Are you all minions of that damned slut?" Qin Yue flung away the referee's hand and roared at the audience like a beast, then pointed at the live camera and shouted, "You bunch of shut-ins are all losers, minions! I am the victor!"