Chapter 72: Suppress

Having defeated a strong opponent, Bai Zhenzhen looked around, thinking that this time her victory over the top student from Hongta High School would amaze the entire audience.

But when she looked up, she realized that hardly anyone was paying attention to the arena in her corner.

The vast majority of the spectators were watching Song Hailong, Le Mulan, and the 300-point Zhang Yu.

"Damn it!" Bai Zhenzhen thought to herself. "A bunch of people dazzled by points, but they don't open their eyes to see the true championship contender."

Still, Bai Zhenzhen believed that as time passed, more and more people would notice her results here.

On the other side, the other two students in Bai Zhenzhen's group had watched Bai Zhenzhen and Hu Yuntao's battle from start to finish with great attention.

Originally, their purpose was to observe Hu Yuntao, since Bai Zhenzhen's performance in the scoring round was too weak, and Hu Yuntao was their key opponent to watch.

But unexpectedly, Hu Yuntao had somehow run over to the edge of the arena, and before he could react, he was shoved out of bounds.

Clearly, from these two students' perspective, there was no issue of Bai Zhenzhen disappearing at all.

Suddenly, they both recalled how the 300-point Zhang Yu had previously used a similar method to force the Yellow Turban Warrior out of bounds.

The two couldn't help thinking, "Is this the new tactic developed by Songyang High School?"

"Using tricks and schemes to push people out of bounds and achieve victory through weakness?"

"The quality of these low-scoring students from other high schools is really poor."

Low-scoring people have low quality—the two both felt that this widely accepted theorem of the three major high schools had been verified once again.

However, despite their contempt, they also became cautious, silently warning themselves that if they encountered Bai Zhenzhen later, they must not be careless and let the boat capsize in a ditch.

Just then, Bai Zhenzhen noticed Zhao Tianxing in the audience waving at her and giving a thumbs-up.

"Hmph, that old Zhao," Bai Zhenzhen waved back toward Zhao Tianxing, thinking to herself, "As expected, these low-scoring students really do provide solid emotional value."

…

In the audience.

While giving a thumbs-up, Zhao Tianxing said happily, "A-Zhen saw us."

"I never thought she'd beat that Hu Yuntao from Hongta High School so easily."

"At the start, I was really worried that Hu Yuntao would eat her alive."

He Dayou beside him said flatly, "Just luck. That tiger was a typical high-score, low-ability type—getting tripped out of the ring. Even I could probably beat him."

Although he had previously felt that Bai Zhenzhen struggled in her fight against the Yellow Turban Warrior, now watching her smug expression after defeating Hu Yuntao made him even more irritated.

Qian Shen said, "It feels... not that simple."

"Why did that tiger suddenly run to the edge of the arena?"

Just then, Zhao Tianxing pointed toward Zhang Yu and said, "Zhang Yu is about to go on stage."

Zhao Tianxing remarked, "Good thing Yu Zi and A-Zhen are in the upper half and the lower half respectively, so they won't meet early in an internal match."

He Dayou said gloomily beside him, "Maybe Zhang Pianpian rigged it."

He thought to himself that as the son of Songyang High School's board chairman, he could manipulate the draw for the practical exam a little.

For Zhang Pianpian, a super-rich person with over 2.5 billion in deposits, doing a favor for someone under him was no big deal.

Just then, Qian Shen exclaimed in surprise, "Dayou, look at Zhang Yu's opponent—isn't that your middle school classmate?"

He Dayou's body shook, and he quickly looked toward the arena.

When he saw Zhang Yu and Chu Qiuhe walking onto the arena together, He Dayou's brow furrowed.

Zhang Yu... He Dayou certainly didn't want Zhang Yu to win, that poor guy who had once defeated him in an instant.

But Chu Qiuhe... He Dayou didn't really care about that middle school classmate who had always looked down on him, but if that guy was going to beat a Songyang High School contestant, then that would make him very uncomfortable.

Damn it... both sides are piss—can't these two just get eliminated together?

…

On the arena.

Chu Qiuhe first walked to the center of the arena, making sure he wouldn't get too close to the edge and risk being dragged off by the opponent.

During this walk, Chu Qiuhe could feel the blood and qi surging wildly within him, his heart pounding violently, and the needle holes at his temples bulging high — all of which indicated one thing: he, Chu Qiuhe, had taken drugs.

The words the competition coach had just said echoed in Chu Qiuhe’s mind: “This is the latest combat supplement; it can enhance your muscle strength and stamina, temporarily raising your physical strength to a level of 2.2.”

Chu Qiuhe hesitated and asked, “Is this necessary?”

The competition coach said, “Although this Zhang Yu is inferior to you in every metric, his martial skills are good, and he knows how to study tactics. What’s more… do you think students from this kind of school would not take drugs in order to beat us?”

At this very moment on the arena platform, feeling the drug’s power spreading through his body, stirring up his muscles, tendons, blood, and qi all over, Chu Qiuhe felt that his body had never felt this good before.

“This new drug really packs a punch!”

“No matter what techniques or tactics you have, today I will crush you with absolute power.”

With the countdown of 3, 2, 1, Chu Qiuhe, like a fierce beast, left a blur and pounced on Zhang Yu.

Boom!

He threw a punch, his whole body radiating a savage aura, crashing toward Zhang Yu like a heavy truck.

Expert-level technique — Truck Charge Fist! Level 2 propulsion!

In ancient times, martial arts masters created techniques by observing flying birds, running beasts, mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon.

Today, masters from all sides create techniques of this era by observing the flow of traffic, cars, and towering buildings.

Truck Charge Fist is said to have been created by a certain martial arts master who observed trucks by the highway for three months, comprehended the essence of a truck’s impact, and integrated the momentum of tens or hundreds of tons of heavy trucks charging forward into the fist technique.

As a strength-type body-tempering fighter, Chu Qiuhe chose to cultivate this Truck Charge Fist in order to perfectly unleash his power advantage.

At this moment, he fully executed level 2 Truck Charge Fist, truly transforming into a terrifying truck weighing a hundred tons, stamping the arena platform with echoing thuds as he charged head-on at Zhang Yu.

“Faced with this blow of mine, Zhang Yu will have only one choice…”

Chu Qiuhe was confident that with his power, Zhang Yu absolutely could not withstand a frontal confrontation; his only choice was to dodge.

But the Truck Charge Fist had its own follow-up moves to counter dodging.

“Once he dodges, I will then pursue with the ‘Truck Sharp Turn Style,’ adding the force of this punch into a high-speed lateral shift at an acute angle, increasing the power of the fist momentum by another 50%.”

!

“I’ll punch you out of the arena with one blow!”

But in the next moment, Chu Qiuhe was astonished to find that Zhang Yu actually slapped forward with a palm covered in white Gāo Qì, intending to meet his punch head-on?

Boom!

As Chu Qiuhe’s fist collided head-on with the Formless Cloud Gāng, Zhang Yu felt that the opponent’s power surged like a herd of wild boars, rampaging back and forth within the Gāng Qì, trying to tear it apart and blast him away.

Heaven Martial Heart Tempering Art level 10 effect — Full Concentration State!

Everything around instantly entered an extremely slow state.

Watching Chu Qiuhe’s fist sink inch by inch into the Gāng Qì, Zhang Yu clearly and keenly discerned the direction of the opponent’s punching force, then stirred the Formless Cloud Gāng bit by bit, guiding the opponent’s power…

Bang!

Chu Qiuhe felt as if his fist had struck a slippery ball upon contacting the Formless Cloud Gāng; his punch was diverted to the side, landing right beside Zhang Yu… missing completely.

But in the next moment, with a furious roar, Chu Qiuhe relied on his physical strength to stop the momentum of his fist, then threw another punch fiercely at Zhang Yu.

Bang!

But this punch was also deflected by the opponent, leaving Chu Qiuhe’s center wide open as he watched Zhang Yu slip into his arms.

Amid crackling sounds, Zhang Yu landed three consecutive punches on Chu Qiuhe’s chest, ribs, and lower abdomen.

Roar!

The combat supplement kept Chu Qiuhe from feeling any pain; instead, blood surged, and he exerted force with both arms, trying to wrap Zhang Yu in a bear hug.

“With my strength, I can just grab him and crush him to death…”

But Zhang Yu seemed to have anticipated his movement and dodged his grab at the very last possible instant.

Then Chu Qiuhe threw another punch, which was again redirected by the opponent, and then he took two more punches to the chest.

“Fuck… just one punch!”

"With his physique, as long as my Truck Charge Fist gets past his protective Qi and hits his physical body just once—I'll definitely crush him!"

He clearly felt that he only needed to land one solid hit on his opponent to win.

Chu Qiuhe roared as he unleashed a storm-like barrage of attacks.

Yet he paradoxically felt that it was he himself being suppressed.

Zhang Yu was like a winged rubber ball, dancing gracefully under Chu Qiuhe's onslaught—either dodging a grab by a hair's breadth or using Formless Cloud Aegis to deflect his fists.

"I've been getting hit by him…"

"Am I… the one being suppressed?"

"He's using pure technique to suppress me, someone stronger in power, speed, and stamina?"

Chu Qiuhe felt this in disbelief, and the next moment, his abdomen was struck again by Formless Cloud Aegis with a bang.

Although he still felt no pain this time, his seemingly endless stamina was interrupted, and his entire body froze for an instant.

"Not good… it seems my internal organs are bleeding."

And Zhang Yu seized that instant of stiffness immediately.

Upper abdomen… chest… shoulder… waist…

Chu Qiuhe's body was hit repeatedly by Zhang Yu. Every time he tried to exert force, those areas were brutally interrupted by the heavy blows.

He felt as if he had turned into a giant sandbag, letting Zhang Yu vent his strength, until he collapsed limply to the ground.

"I… lost?"

"Lost to a student from outside the top three high schools?"

At this moment, Chu Qiuhe felt that he could no longer face his classmates at White Dragon High School.

He could already see his campus status plummeting, being ridiculed by the entire school, becoming a slave to countless classmates—he wished he could jump off the 30th floor rooftop of White Dragon High…

And then he was scared unconscious by that dark future.

Zhang Yu wins this battle!