Chapter 133: One Move

A person who wasn't from a martial arts family stepped forward to challenge Dalton. While Dalton admired Julian's courage, he couldn't help but think Julian was being overly self-righteous.

The members of the special class were taken aback. They exchanged glances, realizing their class leader was bold enough to step up and potentially get beaten.

As Julian approached Dalton, Kate rushed to Shen. "Why don't you stop him? If Dalton gets serious, Julian will be in the hospital for months!"

"Just wait and see," Shen replied calmly.

Her confidence puzzled Kate and Luis, but they remained hopeful about Julian's chances.

But was this really possible.

"Julian, Bajiquan"

What he had learned from Shen was Bajiquan, So there was no problem in reporting it.

Dalton was surprised; he hadn't expected Julian to know martial arts, and that too Bajiquan.

After all, just now even Shen was defeated by him, how could Julian think he could match him?

"Are you going to fight or not?"

Julian asked, frowning slightly at Dalton's dismissive attitude. This was the first time he felt looked down upon, and it stung.

"I hope you don't regret this," Seeing that Julian really wanted to fight with him, Dalton naturally didn't refuse.

If he could defeat this year's student representative, it would certainly bolster his reputation throughout his time at the university. Even finding a girlfriend will be a piece of cake.

"You fought Shen just now, so I won't take advantage of you. You can take three moves first," Julian said.

As soon as his words fell, the surrounding class erupted in chatter.

They initially thought Julian challenging Dalton was already arrogant enough, but now it seemed that the other party was not just arrogant but also delusional.

'You are a non-professional martial artist, where is the confidence to let a professional like Dalton make three moves first coming from?'

Dalton was also amused, he was being underestimated by the opponent, and to him the other party felt like a weak chicken, who he could defeat easily.

And now he had been underestimated by that same weak chicken, even allowing him first three moves.

"It's over, I have to make a call"

Luis said, his face turning pale as he hastily grabbed his phone to call for help.

Seeing him dial 120, Hugo quickly snatched the phone away.

(T/N: Ambulance)

"What are you doing?" Luis snapped.

"Julian knows what he's doing. He won't hurt Dalton too bad" Hugo replied.

This MF, hearing this, Luis's whole body became stiff, he even felt that his ears were playing tricks on him.

Hugo really believed that Julian could beat up Dalton in martial arts.

"Come on, don't waste time. Let's finish this quickly," Julian called, gesturing for Dalton to make his move.

His tone and demeanor were dripping with contempt, igniting Dalton's anger.

If Julian wanted to be reckless, Dalton was ready to show him the consequences.

Defeat him thoroughly and make him pay the price of arrogance.

Dalton stomped down hard, closing the distance to Julian in an instant.

He swung a powerful punch aimed straight at Julian's face, the wind whooshing from his fist.

If it connected, it would surely knock Julian's teeth out. Some of the girls in the crowd instinctively covered their eyes, bracing for impact.

Luis gasped, horrified, ready to call out a warning.

But Julian leaned slightly to the left, brushing the punch past his ear.

He had dodged it.

Dalton was taken aback; he hadn't expected Julian to evade the strike. He believed that Julian was just lucky.

"I'll see if your luck can save you a second time," Dalton sneered.

With a swift motion, he pivoted on his left foot, sweeping his right foot towards Julian.

This time, Julian didn't dodge. Instead, he reached out and caught Dalton's foot with his palm. Remarkably, Julian didn't budge an inch.

The pain surged through Dalton's right foot as if it were caught in a vice. He stared at Julian, astonished.

Even though he had only used seventy percent of his strength in that kick, yet Julian had easily caught it without even swaying.

This kind of stability was something that could only be achieved through years of rigorous training.

"I was being too superficial. I'll give it my all for the third move"

Dalton said, shaking off the ache in his foot. He now regarded Julian at the same level as himself.

He was not qualified to be merciful, and only by going all out could he hope to win.

"Bajiquan Stand-Up Cannon!" he announced.

With a grunt, he clenched his fists and bent low, channeling his energy through his legs, waist, arms, and finally his fists. The air crackled with intensity.

Those nearby felt as if someone had set off firecrackers in their ears; their ears were buzzing, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The Stand-Up Cannon was one of the eight major moves of Bajiquan, and few dared to take it head-on. Anyone who attempted to block it directly risked serious injuries and broken bones.

Expecting Julian to dodge, Dalton was surprised to see him stand firm, extending his hands as if to catch the strike.

Inwardly, Dalton scoffed, thinking, No matter how strong you are, you can't stop this move. Perhaps out of instinct, he dialed back his power slightly.

In the next moment, Dalton's fists were grasped firmly by Julian's hands. No matter how hard Dalton pushed, he couldn't force Julian back an inch.

Shock coursed through him. This guy had just blocked his third move!

"Well, the three moves are done. Now it's my turn," Julian said, releasing Dalton's fists.

Ignoring the shock in his heart, Dalton shot back, "Then I'll let you take three moves too!"

He couldn't afford to lose face now.

Julian shook his head. "No, if I can't take you down in one move, I'll accept my loss."

"What did you say, Take me down in one move?"

Dalton burst out laughing angrily, What a joke, even if Julian had some strength, he couldn't possibly take him down with just one move.

Perhaps it was because Dalton failed to win in three moves and was then underestimated by his opponent.

Power Trip and arrogance—Julian embodied these traits perfectly.

The students from the special class watched with growing excitement. Luis couldn't hold back, shouting, "Brother Walker is mighty!"

After Julian effortlessly handled Dalton's three moves, the special class realized that Julian wasn't arrogant; he truly had the skills to back it up.

Once again, the pressure shifted back to the Fighting class.

"Okay, let's see how you plan to take me down. If you succeed, I will call you big brother from now on," Dalton said.

As soon as Luis heard this, he felt a sense of crisis. Now that there was someone to take the position of the younger brother, he immediately stood up and shouted angrily: "Brother Walker's younger brother can only be me! If you want to be the younger brother, you'll have to line up behind them!"

Who was them?

Hugo, Walter, Ian, Yanis and Tyler looked at each other and cursed, 'This bast**d'.

"Julian, let's see how you beat me with one move!" Dalton roared.

Two seconds later, Dalton found himself fallen on the ground, staring up at the clouds drifting lazily across the sky.

Dalton: When did I fall?

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