The next morning.
The central stadium of Quang Binh First High School didn’t have a single empty seat.
The roars, cheers, and thunderous drumming created a boiling atmosphere that felt ready to explode.
On the VIP stands, Principal Ngo and the core teachers sat opposite the delegation from Tai Viet Private School.
In addition, the camera system was broadcasting this exchange live.
Although Vuong Thanh and Nguyen Ngoc Linh didn’t come to the school, they were watching it together from their company.
…..
The Tai Viet delegation made a highly ostentatious appearance.
Leading them was a vice principal, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a smile full of superiority.
Their students wore luxurious pitch-black uniforms embroidered with gold thread.
Each and every one of them looked like hungry wolves, their eyes gleaming and auras blazing.
The exchange was divided into three tiers: 10th grade, 11th grade, and 12th grade, with each grade sending out one representative.
Very quickly, without too many long-winded speeches, both sides got down to real business.
…..
The opening match for the 10th grade took place between Nguyen Van Tu of First High School and Truong Luc from Tai Viet.
Nguyen Van Tu was a fairly well-known little genius in the 10th grade.
Although his family’s conditions couldn’t compare to the Vuong or Trinh families, they weren’t too far behind.
Relying on piles of resources, he had reached the Second Stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm at just 16 years old, far surpassing his peers.
Perhaps because of this, Nguyen Van Tu was a bit arrogant, or maybe because it was his first time performing on such a grand stage, he was too eager to show off.
As a result, right at the start of the match, Tu unleashed the most overbearing stance of the foundational martial skill, the Alliance Twelve Stances—the One-Inch Punch—attacking his opponent relentlessly and forcing Truong Luc to retreat continuously.
“Go, Van Tu!”
The little friends of First High School were boiling with excitement.
But on the high platform, Principal Ngo and the teachers weren’t so thrilled; on the contrary, their brows furrowed, gradually growing solemn.
…..
Sure enough, within just a few breaths, Nguyen Van Tu was panting heavily, sweating profusely like he had just taken a bath, yet he hadn’t even managed to touch a corner of his opponent’s clothes.
By the time he realized this and wanted to slow down, it was already too late.
At the exact moment the offense and defense switched, Tai Viet’s Truong Luc gave a cold smirk, his body gliding forward like a phantom.
“Too slow!”
Truong Luc shouted softly.
With a move of the Black Tiger Overturns the Mountain, carrying thick spirit energy, he smashed directly into Van Tu’s chest.
Bang!
Right on cue, Van Tu was sent flying out of the arena.
The entire First High School stadium fell dead silent, staring blankly as Truong Luc arrogantly cupped his fists slightly and leisurely returned to his seat.
His clothes weren’t even ruffled.
“Quickly take him to the infirmary!”
Ngo Chinh Nghia’s face darkened as he glared at the 10th grade’s homeroom teacher, scaring the old guy so much his butt clenched.
He hurriedly apologized repeatedly before quickly rushing off.
…..
Next up was Le Hai Yen, the goddess of the 11th grade from First High School, facing off against Tran Mac from Tai Viet.
Hai Yen nimbly utilized the Divine Ape Stance and Wind-Chasing Steps from the Alliance Twelve Stances.
Her footwork was agile and fierce, while her palm strikes were ingenious and as dense as falling rain.
Facing the goddess of First High School, Tran Mac’s eyes couldn’t hide a flash of amazement, but it disappeared in an instant.
He wasn’t panicked or flustered, continuously employing the Spirit Snake Stance to neutralize Le Hai Yen’s tricky attacks.
His eyes were locked onto every single movement of his opponent, intent on finding an opening.
But Le Hai Yen wasn’t a hot-headed young foal like Nguyen Van Tu; her combat style was much more experienced and proficient.
…..
After a bout of seizing the initiative and probing out Tran Mac’s true strength, she used her speed advantage to slowly wear him down, patiently depleting her opponent’s stamina.
The two sides went back and forth, creating evenly matched exchanges that kept the entire audience glued to the arena.
However, defending for too long inevitably leads to mistakes.
After more than thirty exchanges, with his spirit energy drastically depleted, Tran Mac’s breathing gradually became heavy.
Hai Yen’s speed was too fast; he constantly had to awkwardly and passively block.
His stamina and spirit energy drained away faster than imagined, and his arms even showed signs of going numb.
Realizing the opportunity had arrived, Le Hai Yen’s almond eyes lit up brightly.
Instantly, a milky-white spiritual light appeared, wrapping around her hands, and smashed down with unstoppable momentum toward the gap in Tran Mac’s chest.
…..
Since this was merely a sparring match, Le Hai Yen had no intention of striking heavily.
Her jade-like hands purposefully tilted upwards slightly, avoiding his vitals.
Who would have thought that seeing this, Tran Mac not only didn’t retreat but let out a savage roar.
Ignoring Hai Yen’s palm strike hitting his shoulder, he threw a full-force punch aimed straight at her temple.
This crazy, life-for-life fighting style terrified Hai Yen.
She was, after all, a wealthy young miss who had never experienced life-and-death combat.
In a split second, she was scared off by Tran Mac’s recklessness.
She only managed to lightly tap her opponent’s shoulder before panicking and retreating to defend.
But just like that, Hai Yen completely lost her rhythm, allowing Tran Mac to press his advantage and deliver a thunderous kick right into her stomach.
“BAM!”
The 11th-grade goddess was thus gloriously kicked out of the ring, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood mid-air and unable to get up, clearly having suffered internal injuries that weren’t light.
“Hai Yen!”
The 11th grade’s homeroom teacher ran over in extreme worry to support her, while his eyes glared at Tran Mac, filled with raging fire.
…..
Up on the high platform, Ngo Chinh Nghia’s expression was equally ugly, holding a lot of opinions about Tran Mac.
Obviously, Le Hai Yen had already won and had held back to avoid his vitals, yet that kid didn’t appreciate the favor and deliberately injured her heavily.
His temper was truly too vile.
However, Tran Mac remained indifferent, just arrogantly cupping his fists before walking off the stage.
Down below, most of the students didn’t understand the cause and effect of the exchange, all feeling completely demoralized and sinking into silence.
Two matches, two defeats.
And for the finale, they still had to face the genius Lam Phong.
Did Quang Binh First High School even have a chance to win?
The Vice Principal of Tai Viet smiled smugly, stroking his chin as he spoke to Ngo Chinh Nghia:
“Principal Ngo, public education still focuses too much on theory.
Your students…
lack the essence of martial artists; they have no bloodlust and no desperate courage.”
…..
Ngo Chinh Nghia’s face darkened completely, and Ly Manh Hung, standing next to him, was grinding his teeth.
Right at this moment, the loudspeakers crackled to life:
“The final 12th-grade match: Quang Binh First High School — Vuong Minh versus Tai Viet Private School — Lam Phong!”
Lam Phong stepped onto the arena.
He had a face that looked quite old for his age, displaying an expression of hardship, determination, and a bit of coldness.
He looked down at First High School’s seating area, where Vuong Minh was leisurely standing up, and couldn’t help but feel disdain in his heart.
He despised parasites like this, who held heaps of resources but didn’t know how to strive in cultivation, only good for fooling around and goofing off.
But disliking someone was one thing; taking money to do a job was another.
Currently, the opponent was his employer.
Lam Phong’s mind raced, quickly thinking of a way to lose as reasonably as possible without ruining his own reputation.
…..
As for Young Master Vuong, he strolled forward unhurriedly.
His uniform was crisp, his hands clasped behind his back, and the domineering aura of Chairman Vuong radiated outwards, causing countless female students to start screaming wildly again.
Over in the corner of the stands, Uncle Binh had already set up the camera array and booted up Amy’s high-definition recording mode, ready for his young master’s explosive image-building campaign on SkyWeb.
The two opponents got into position.
As their eyes met, sparks flew, adding a few degrees of solemnity to the atmosphere.
“I’ve heard Young Master Vuong is unparalleled in both Mecha and Martial Arts, a rare genius unseen in Quang Binh First High School for years.
I hope you won’t disappoint me today.”
Nice!
Vuong Minh’s eyes lit up slightly, and he replied with an unhurried smile:
“I’ve also heard of Brother Lam’s reputation, granted early admission to Hidden Dragon.
I hope you can allow me to enjoy myself to the fullest today.”
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“The match begins!”
…..
The moment the referee shouted, Lam Phong immediately dashed forward.
Spirit energy erupted from his dantian, forming a distinct layer of spirit armor—this was spirit energy leaving the body, a hallmark only achievable by those at the Mid Stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm and above.
He brought two fingers together to form a sword.
Spirit energy sprayed out as he used the Pear Blossom Sword, an exclusive sword technique taught at Tai Viet Private School.
His two fingers danced like flying dragons and soaring phoenixes.
His Fourth Stage spirit energy stirred the air, creating dazzling streaks of light that made it difficult for outsiders to track their trajectory.
The speed was pushed to the absolute limit, thrusting right in front of Vuong Minh’s chest in the blink of an eye.
The little friends below screamed in panic.
…..
But Vuong Minh didn’t show the slightest bit of fear; his face remained perfectly calm and indifferent from beginning to end.
Right as Lam Phong’s sword aura was about to pierce him, his fist, wrapped in milky-white spirit energy, formed a massive iron fist and punched straight out.
“BOOM!!!!”
Lam Phong originally hadn’t used his full strength, so taking this punch naturally put him at a disadvantage.
He only felt a pressure as heavy as Mount Tai bearing down on him, causing his pupils to shrink.
His entire body staggered backward three steps—thud, thud, thud.
Fast!
Too fast!
Immediately after, Vuong Minh didn’t use any flashy moves.
He simply extended a single finger and thrust it toward the center of Lam Phong’s brows.
Shocking Thunder Finger!
– This was a martial skill from the Thunderclap Martial Arts Dojo that his uncle had taught him in his free time.
…..
Clang!
The protective spirit armor shattered.
Lam Phong felt a tide of pure, overbearing spirit energy crashing toward his head like an ocean.
Fortunately, at the very last moment, that power was retracted, leaving only a pure pushing force that sent Lam Phong’s entire body flying across half the arena to crash awkwardly onto the ground.
“Whoa!”
The entire stadium boiled over.
Lam Phong’s eyes bulged even wider.
The script isn’t right!
Aren’t I supposed to exchange hundreds of moves and then pretend to accidentally lose?
How did it end right after they yelled start?
And if Vuong Minh has this kind of strength, why did he even bother spending money to hire me to throw the match?
…..
He couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he thought.
Although he had gone easy today, the strength Vuong Minh displayed showed he was fully capable of fighting him to a standstill; Lam Phong wouldn’t dare claim he could definitively win against him.
Taking this money actually felt a bit embarrassing.
But since they insisted on shoving it into his hands, he’d be an idiot not to take it.
So Lam Phong didn’t fret over it.
A loss was a loss, and his face was already lost; as long as the money was in place, nothing else mattered.
He stood up straight, slightly cupped his fists toward Vuong Minh, and put on a look of complete submission:
“Brother Vuong’s strength is profound.
I, Lam, concede!”
Within his words, the superpower of wealth certainly played a part, but there was also an added layer of genuine respect, showing that he had officially acknowledged Vuong Minh.
Seeing this scene, all of First High School erupted into thunderous cheers.
Principal Ngo slammed the table and stood up:
“Good!
Excellent!
Vuong Minh!
This is the exact spirit that our Quang Binh First High School should have!”