The two people seated at the judges' table, their gazes instantly changed.
"Poison Dragon Drill! Old Zhu, this is a secret technique. The last time I saw this move, I was only 25! Twenty-something years have flown by, and new talents emerge every generation. We are old, so old."
"Don't rush to lament just yet. That kid surnamed Peng is in danger," Old Zhu frowned, suddenly rising from his seat. "No, that's not right. Why isn't Peng Lin even trying to dodge!"
Soon, Peng Lin gave the answer to everyone who was astonished.
His hands moved like ripples on the surface of water, gradually weakening the opponent's ultimate technique, 'Poison Dragon Drill,' by spinning clockwise!
"Star Plucking Hand! Old Zhu, is this, is this really just a Southeast District Junior Competition?"
"I'm starting to doubt it. It feels like gods are fighting."
Old Zhu adjusted his glasses, his pupils rapidly contracting as if unwilling to miss any detail.
The livestream exploded, with comments overwhelmingly stating, 'Cheating confirmed, reported.'
Among the live audience, some with discerning eyes could only gape, their ability to explain utterly lost, their hearts feeling as if they no longer belonged to them.
Meanwhile, Shen Lan Ni, seated calmly in the coach's box, raised an eyebrow. While a hint of joy was on her face, worry was more prominent.
"Star Plucking Hand. How many times has this kid watched my recorded matches in private?"
"What recorded matches?" Ren Yuanhao, though he had worked at Lan Ni's Taekwondo dojo for many years, had never heard of any recorded matches.
Shen Lan Ni shot him a glare, "Of course, it's the classic match recordings I bought at a high price from shady sources. You wouldn't know."
Just then, the system's dormant萝莉 (loli) voice echoed in his mind once more.
"Didi, I've sniffed out a special frequency of superpowers. It seems someone can't wait any longer."
"Drawing fire upon yourself. I fear Leng Ziyu's man already has a plan for plunder."
"Does that mean you have no thoughts on it at all?"
Ren Yuanhao was startled, feeling his heart suddenly accelerate.
When it came to the plundering of superpowers, Ren Yuanhao wasn't particularly clear. He hadn't even entertained such thoughts in his heart.
"I have no thoughts on it."
"No thoughts? How can you have no thoughts? This world operates on the principle that if you don't plunder, others will plunder you."
"If I do that, what's the difference between me and other superpower users?"
Ren Yuanhao's thoughts were simple. After all, appeasing the world's forlorn girls was the top priority. He hadn't even considered that he might get caught up in this series of predicaments.
"Copy superpower, hey! It's not weak, and it has room for improvement. Even if you don't use it, you can give it to these beautiful young ladies. If you don't think for yourself, don't you even care about their safety?"
"What do you mean? Can't they live without superpowers?"
"Of course, they can. But, have you forgotten the situation Shen Lan Ni was in just a few hours ago? Have you forgotten the lesson in Zhang Liang's office? If they had superpowers..."
"Stop talking," Ren Yuanhao interrupted the system. "Granting them superpowers will only bring them endless disaster and drag them into an ever-deepening vortex. I cannot do that."
The system fell silent for a moment, seemingly still fixated on the matter of superpowers.
"Hey, even if you don't have the desire to plunder, are you content to let another superpower user take away 'copy'? To watch your enemies grow stronger?"
Ren Yuanhao gazed at the endless stars in his mind, then suddenly lowered his voice and said calmly, "Don't I have you, system-chan? After the competition is over, everything can return to normal. Even without plundering, with the treasures from the shop and the roulette, I don't think I'll be any worse than other superpower users."
"Hmph, even you are starting to flatter me. But I like to hear that. However, have you considered what you'll rely on if the system gets damaged again, like it did the other day?"
Ren Yuanhao remained silent for a long while, still unable to shake off the constraints of morality. "Sister, your help is enough for me. If it comes to a point where I absolutely must plunder, I will try. Give me some time, okay?"
"I have plenty of time. It's just that I don't know if Jiang Cheng, Zhang Liang, and potential forces will give you that time."
The system's voice gradually faded, like a meteor streaking across his skull, pulling away until it finally shattered into dust.
After this brief contemplation, the moment he came back to his senses, he felt a gust of wind slicing at his face, and thunder rumbled across the sky, rattling the windows of the entire martial arts hall!
The storm began to sweep across the entire Donglü City.
"See that, Peng Lin? Even the heavens are joining in the excitement for us. Your performance has surprised me immensely, worthy of my full effort!"
As Xiao Chong finished speaking, Peng Lin felt his gaze transform into various colors with the shifting lights, like a witch's crystal ball.
Seeing this, he clenched his fist, focused his spirit, and prepared for defense. He then glanced at the countdown. The first round had only a dozen seconds left. As long as he could withstand this move, he would have a break to hear the opinions of his coach and Ren Yuanhao.
However, Xiao Chong seemed unwilling to give him that chance. A series of airtight attacks like a blast wave surged towards him!
What was even more terrifying was that Xiao Chong's moves were almost all high-difficulty techniques, even incorporating the ultimate skills of masters from various schools. They were truly marvelous. In just seven or eight exchanges, Peng Lin was forced back to the ropes in the southeast corner. His hands were flung open by the opponent's rapid-fire fist wind, leaving his chest and head completely exposed!
Countdown, five seconds!
"It's over!"
Xiao Chong leaped into the air. His internal qi seemed to give him a second bounce, propelling him higher like a drawn bow. He descended like a Buddhist golden throne, his leg wind like frost knives cutting the face. The ring suddenly split open with a large hole.
Peng Lin, as if by sheer luck, managed to dodge the unavoidable strike due to this sudden change!
The countdown reached zero, and the first round ended amidst this series of perilous ultimate techniques.
"Hmph, you're lucky. I just don't know how far your luck can carry you," Xiao Chong looked down coldly, like a god of slaughter.
The audience erupted in an uproar, their faces already pale. It went without saying that the broken ring alone was enough to illustrate the intensity of the battle. Coupled with the roaring thunder and howling storms, it was as if gods were fighting, incurring heavenly wrath!
At this moment, Ren Yuanhao and Shen Lan Ni rushed onto the stage. They pulled Peng Lin, sweating profusely, out of the hole. The staff immediately began repair work, which coincidentally gave Peng Lin more time to rest.
However, what Peng Lin wanted was not rest, but a way to turn the tables and reverse the situation.
"Big brother, your script is wrong." Peng Lin submerged both his hands completely into the water, trying to use the water's temperature to calm himself down.