You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe stood at the front of the crowd, her hands clasped together in front of her, her fingertips slightly clenched.

Although she was well aware of A-Che's past experiences and true strength, she still couldn't help but feel nervous and worried when the fight actually started.

All eyes were now focused on Jiang Che.

Jiang Che didn't even move his feet; facing the attack, he merely tilted his upper body slightly to the left.

Immediately afterwards, the instructor's fist grazed his ear, the force dissipating into the air.

At the same time, Jiang Che seized the opportunity, quickly raised his right hand, and swiftly brought his four fingers together, striking forcefully towards the inside of the instructor's elbow—

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The instructor felt a tingling sensation in his entire right arm, reaching his fingertips, and he immediately lost his balance, staggering several steps forward before finally coming to a stop.

He shook his numb arm and looked back at Jiang Che with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

That was definitely not a coincidence.

The inside of the elbow is where the nerves are located. Most people, let alone accurately hitting them in actual combat, might not even be able to find them accurately if they stand still and search slowly.

This kid is something else; no wonder he dared to attack him so confidently.

The instructor gritted his teeth and then readjusted his posture.

This time, he did not attack rashly, but instead slowly approached with small, quick steps, looking for an opening.

Jiang Che remained standing in the same spot, unmoved.

The instructor slowly circled around to his side, then suddenly turned and swept his leg out with a whip kick aimed at Jiang Che's knee.

This kick was delivered at a tricky angle and was more than twice as fast as the punch from before.

The air around them was blasted by the wind from the leg, creating a muffled sound.

Jiang Che finally moved.

He stepped back half a step with his right foot, causing the instructor's whip kick to miss, and then, in the instant before the leg could retract, he raised his foot and stepped on the instructor's instep.

The movements were light and airy, seemingly harmless.

But the instructor's face turned deathly pale on the spot.

Jiang Che stepped right on the most vulnerable metatarsal bone on the instep of his foot. The weight of over 130 pounds was pressing on one point, and the pain almost made him cry out.

"Hold!"

The instructor abruptly pulled his foot back, grimaced, and hopped twice on one leg. A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead from the pain.

The onlookers had already begun to whisper among themselves.

"Holy crap, what's Jiang Che doing? It doesn't look like he's putting in any effort. Why does the instructor look like he's in so much pain?"

"Yeah, could it be that Jiang Che knows how to cultivate? Did he defeat the instructor using his internal energy?"

Xu Wenbin was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time before slowly uttering, "Old Song... what was your analysis again?"

Song Mingxuan was silent for two seconds: "I've decided to retract my previous analysis."

After a pause, he added—

"Jiang Che is awesome."

Meanwhile, in the center of the field, the instructor's expression had completely changed.

He made two attempts, both of which missed, and both times he was countered.

He was still clinging to a sliver of hope, thinking that maybe it was just a coincidence that the kid had dodged him the first time.

But the fact that they suffered two consecutive setbacks shows that this could not possibly be a coincidence.

This kid has definitely trained, and his skills are quite impressive.

If the competition continues like this, he really has no confidence that he can gain any advantage.

The problem is, given the current situation and the large number of onlookers, he has already made some harsh remarks.

He was in a completely difficult situation.

If he can't even handle a freshman in front of everyone, how will he get along in the army?

The instructor took a deep breath, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Moments later, he launched another attack.

This time, he abandoned all the fancy moves and charged straight in from the front, striking with both fists simultaneously.

The left fist feigned an attack on Jiang Che's face, but the real killing move was the right fist hidden behind him, aimed at Jiang Che's ribs.

Jiang Che narrowed his eyes slightly, then raised his left hand and used the back of his hand to deflect the instructor's feinting left punch.

Immediately afterwards, he spread his right hand and precisely wrapped it around the instructor's powerful right fist.

Yes, it's covered.

Like an adult catching a ball thrown by a child, it was gently and easily wrapped around.

The instructor's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried his best to pull his fist back, but found that his hand was locked in place like an iron clamp, unable to move at all.

Jiang Che looked down at his clenched fist, raised his eyelids, and asked in a calm tone, "Instructor, have you been slacking off during training?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Click—"

The instructor's face contorted in pain, and his knees buckled uncontrollably, causing him to kneel down in front of Jiang Che.

The outcome is decided.

The students watching were in an uproar.

"Holy crap! Catching a fist with one hand?! Is this some kind of movie?!"

"That bastard actually got beaten to his knees by Jiang Che! Holy crap, is Jiang Che that awesome?!"

"Did you record it?! Quickly, post it on forums, Douyin, and Xiaohongshu! Post it everywhere you can!"

Xu Wenbin was so excited that he jumped up and down, grabbing Song Mingxuan's arm and shaking it violently: "Did you see that! Did you see that! Old Jiang single-handedly made that idiot instructor kneel down!!"

Song Mingxuan's glasses were tilted by his shaking, but this time he didn't complain, but stared straight at Jiang Che in the center of the field.

Lu Ziang lowered his arms from his chest at some point, and the playful look on his face disappeared, replaced by a scrutinizing expression.

In the center of the field, the instructor knelt on one knee, his right hand held in Jiang Che's palm. He was sweating profusely from the pain but gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound.

He still has some backbone.

Jiang Che looked down at him, his tone unhurried: "Instructor, shall we continue?"

The instructor looked up, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was about to speak—

"What's going on?! What are you all doing gathered here?!"

A stern middle-aged male voice came from the periphery of the crowd.

The students watching all turned around and saw several school leaders and college leaders in shirts and trousers walking quickly toward them, followed by a group of staff members.

Leading the group was Vice President Zhang Weicheng, flanked by the Dean of the School of Economics and Management and the Director of the Academic Affairs Office.

Walking at the very back was Liu Wei, dressed in military uniform.

Zhang Weicheng squeezed into the crowd, and just as he was about to ask a question, he froze when his gaze fell on the scene in the center of the venue.

A professional soldier in camouflage was kneeling on the ground, his face flushed and covered in sweat.

Standing in front of him was a college student in a white T-shirt, clenching a soldier's fist with a nonchalant air.

"What... what's going on?"

Zhang Weicheng's brain completely shut down.

Liu Wei stood at the back of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over everyone and landing on Jiang Che.

He appeared calm on the surface, but the way his fingers were clenched tightly at his sides betrayed his true feelings.

Wang Qiang was one of the top three fighters under his command, yet he couldn't even last three moves against Jiang Che.