40 No One Here Can Fight

The people from the Sanda Martial Arts Club were clearly prepared, so unless Xiong Feng was willing to lose face and admit defeat, this battle would be otherwise inevitable.

Gao Ziyun waved his hand and vehemently said, "Xiong Feng, you are the vice president, and I am also the vice president. It'll be a fair fight between us. Unless you are a wuss?"

Xiong Feng knew how skillful Gao Ziyun was. Gao Ziyun was the most powerful one in the Sanda Club. Although Xiong Feng was the vice president of the Taekwondo Club, his expertise was mostly in logistics. In terms of fighting strength, he was only a red belt; even Sun Xiaodong was better than him.

Xiong Feng knew that he was no match for Gao Ziyun, but at the moment he represented the Taekwondo Club. If he did not accept the challenge, he would become the joke of the campus.

Xiong Feng came out and said with a deep tone, "Gao Ziyun, don't go too far!"

Gao Ziyun sneered and arrogantly said, "Let's just stop with the useless conversation. We have fought before. The Sanda Club and the Taekwondo Club have always been rivals. We both can't bear the sight of each other. Stop the blabber and start fighting. The winner takes it all, come on!"

Knowing that this battle could not be avoided, Xiong Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, Gao Ziyun, I'll accept your challenge!"

Gao Ziyun shrugged his shoulders, flexed his fingers, and came forward toward Xiong Feng. "Come on, I've been disgusted by the sight of you for a long time. You're such a poser. Let's see if you can continue your pretense today."

Xiong Feng took a step back on his right foot, and his hands formed a starting gesture as he coldly stared at Gao Ziyun.

Gao Ziyun turned around to face the other boys who had came with him, and he laughed. "Hehe, don't just look at them! Warm up, help these little brothers stretch their muscles!"

The boys coldly sneered, and they simultaneously advanced toward the group of Taekwondo Club members.

Xiong Feng's eyes burst into flames, and he angrily shouted, "Gao Ziyun, you're so shameless!"

Gao Ziyun indifferently said, "Well, you actually have more people than us. We haven't even said anything about that, so what are you shouting about? Stop caring about other people! Take care of yourself first, here I come!"

Just as Gao Ziyun finished his sentence, he rushed toward Xiong Feng, and the two quickly started fighting together. At the same time, the other Sanda Club members rushed forward.

These people were clearly the experts of Sanda Club, and they were obviously prepared. Although there were many Taekwondo Club members, most of them were novices with poor skills and experience. How could they fight against these Sanda Club members who were fierce like tigers?

Several Taekwondo Club members came forward, but they were immediately beaten down. Sun Xiaodong let out a loud roar and rushed over toward a young man.

The young man saw the red-black belt around Sun Xiaodong's waist and shouted, "Sun Hu, stall him off! Everyone else, speed up!"

A tall man rushed over and stopped Sun Xiaodong. Sun Xiaodong was aggressive, but this tall man did not fight head-on. He wandered about while fighting. His aim was not to overthrow Sun Xiaodong, but to hold him back so as to prevent him from helping others.

The rest of the members were in a miserable state. They had taken one hell of a beating by the group of fierce and violent Sanda Club members. Soon, they were all lying on the ground, and the sound of their painful moans filled the entire Taekwondo Club Activity Center.

Seeing that his members were all beaten down, Xiong Feng's eyes became red with fury. He was no match for Gao Ziyun in the first place, and with his being distracted Gao Ziyun seized the opportunity. A fierce sidekick slammed into Xiong Feng's abdomen.

Xiong Feng clutched his stomach in pain, his face turned pale, and his forehead was cold and sweaty. But Gao Ziyun did not let him go and rushed up again. With several consecutive knee hits, he broke through Xiong Feng's defense and slammed his knee hard on Xiong Feng's stomach.

Xiong Feng stumbled to the ground, his face full of agony. He knew that no matter what happens in the future, the Taekwondo Club of today had been thoroughly humiliated.

Gao Ziyun turned around exuberantly, looked at Sun Xiaodong who was still resisting, and frowned. "Red-black belt huh? An unfamiliar face. New member?"

Gao Ziyun walked toward Sun Xiaodong and laughed. "Boy, you look skilled. Come here, let me have a go with you."

The young man who was holding back Sun Xiaodong backed away a few steps and said to Gao Ziyun, "This kid is very powerful."

Gao Ziyun smiled and said, "Boy, you're a freshman, aren't you? How about coming to the Sanda Club? Seeing that you're skilled, I'll recommend you to the president and give you the position of vice president. How about that?"

Sun Xiaodong snorted, "There is no common ground for understanding between people of differing principles!"

Gao Ziyun raised his eyebrows. "Oh-ho? You're talking back? Alright then, since you don't want to be a friend, then you're an enemy, so don't blame me!"

Sun Xiaodong readied his posture and roared, "Come on!"

At the side, He Tianfeng looked nervous. "Boss, Third Brother is going to get beaten. Are we still going to watch them like this?"

Qin Yang's expression remained calm. "Third Brother is a member of the Taekwondo Club, so he must fight for the club. Even if he might lose, he must still go on."

He Tianfeng looked at Xiong Feng, whose ghastly pale face was covered in a cold sweat. "This vice president is just an embroidered pillow that looks impressive but lacks real worth. He was beaten down so easily. Boss, what do you think of their skills?"

Qin Yang smiled and said, "It's pretty good. Sanda is a style that abandons all tricks that appear cool but lack real power. It is based on actual combat and is more practical. In a fight, Sanda is indeed more practical than Taekwondo..."

He Tianfeng blinked. "Boss, do you mean... Third Brother is going to get beaten up?"

Qin Yang bitterly smiled. "I'm afraid so."

As they talked, Sun Xiaodong and Gao Ziyun had already started. Gao Ziyun was indeed the most skilled person in this group of people. His every move was very fierce. Although Sun Xiaodong was burly, he still could not withstand it. After three moves, he was kicked by Gao Ziyun and then punched down onto the ground.

Self-contented, Gao Ziyun withdrew his fists and smiled. "You're quite capable of fighting, but your moves are just a hollow display. They're too impractical..."

Gao Ziyun turned his head to look at the fuming Xiong Feng and laughed. "Your Taekwondo Club should disband, no one here can actually fight!"

A young man behind Gao Ziyun took out his phone and recorded a video of the Taekwondo members who were laying all over the floor. When the camera was aimed at Sun Xiaodong, he paused for a moment and muttered, "We gave all of you a chance, but you didn't give a shit. It's your own fault!"

Sun Xiaodong gritted his teeth, and his eyes were red with fury. But it was true that he couldn't beat them.

The winner becomes the king, and the loser becomes the bandit!

At the side of the court, He Tianfeng had already exploded with anger. "Damn you, this is too much. It's fine if you win, but do you have to record a video and humiliate Third Brother like this? Boss, are you going?"

Qin Yang's face also turned a little cold. This was a fight between the Sanda Club and the Taekwondo Club, so at first, he had no plans to intervene. But now that the Sanda Club had spoken such bad words and humiliated Sun Xiaodong after their victory, it was obvious they were going to publicize the recording afterward. If this video was to be streamed out, how could Third Brother keep his dignity?

Gao Ziyun and the others humiliated the people for a while, then they finally put away their phones and turned around ambitiously, preparing to leave.

Qin Yang stood up without a word and walked over toward them.