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Su Hao expressed doubt about Song Xiaoxiao's words.

"I still have to be on duty, I'll wait until I get off work."

Song Xiaoxiao urged, "Oh dear, it'll be too late if you get off work. Come now, and I'll explain to your cousin later."

"Alright, alright."

Su Hao hung up the phone and drove to Yunxi Bay Villa.

Song Xiaoxiao was already waiting at the door.

She was wearing a tracksuit today, with her hair in a ponytail, and looked very energetic.

"You're slow!"

"Ma'am, doesn't it take time to wait at a traffic light?"

Su Hao glanced at Song Xiaoxiao, who was fastening her seatbelt, and asked, "Where are you in such a hurry to go?"

"Jinling University! The Martial Arts Club has an event today!" Song Xiaoxiao explained.

"Last time I took you to meet a classmate, but she had a cold, so we just met briefly at her dorm afterwards."

Su Hao countered, "And then? What does this have to do with the martial arts club?"

"She is actually the president of the martial arts club at Jinling University. Today, the martial arts club and the karate club are having a friendly exchange match, and she invited me to watch. I thought I'd bring you along so you can support my classmate if necessary, since you're such a good kung fu player."

Su Hao's eyes immediately lit up: "Is there a martial arts competition?"

"I think so!" Song Xiaoxiao nodded.

"I heard it's quite lively."

Su Hao immediately became interested and drove to Jinling University.

The campus was much quieter than usual during class time, with only a few students walking along the tree-lined paths.

Song Xiaoxiao led Su Hao through the teaching building area with ease, and arrived at a gymnasium in the northwest corner of the campus.

A sign hangs at the entrance of the gymnasium, with the words "Jinling University Martial Arts Club" written in large characters.

But what caught Su Hao's attention was that the sign was hanging crookedly, with a noticeable crack in the lower right corner, as if it had been hit by something.

"Something's not right." Song Xiaoxiao frowned and rushed into the building.

Su Hao followed closely behind, and the two pushed open the half-closed door. The scene before them stunned them both.

The martial arts hall was in a mess.

Broken training equipment was scattered on the ground, several folding chairs were overturned and leaning to one side, and several martial arts uniforms hanging on the wall had been torn down and thrown haphazardly on the ground.

On the ring in the center of the arena, two boys were wrestling and swinging their fists haphazardly. It was more like a street brawl than a martial arts contest.

A group of young people dressed in white karate uniforms stood beside the ring.

The leader was a young man with a buzz cut and a lean build.

He crossed his arms, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, watching the fight on stage and occasionally letting out a mocking laugh.

On the other side of the ring, a group of Chinese students dressed in martial arts uniforms were glaring angrily at the group of karate club members, but seemed hesitant and dared not make a move.

Song Xiaoxiao recognized the situation on the stage at a glance, and her face immediately darkened.

"It's the karate club again. They were always so arrogant when I was in school, constantly provoking me. I didn't expect that even after half a year of suspension, they still haven't changed their ways!"

Su Hao's gaze swept across the crowd, but he didn't see any ancient martial arts masters, so he asked, "Where's the club president you mentioned?"

Song Xiaoxiao pointed to a figure beside the arena: "Over there!"

Su Hao looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a girl who looked to be in her early twenties standing by the ring, staring angrily at the fight on the stage.

She has an adorable baby face, wears pigtails, and is dressed in a loose white martial arts uniform, making her look like a high school student.

But at that moment, the baby-faced girl was gritting her teeth and shouting at the stage, "Idiots! Have you forgotten all the moves I taught you? Don't fight him head-on! Use a side kick! A side kick!"

The two boys on stage completely ignored her shouts and continued to fight each other in the most primitive way.

The karate club boy was clearly professionally trained. After a few moves, he seized an opening and punched the martial arts club boy in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Good!" A cheer erupted from the karate club.

The members of the martial arts club rushed onto the stage and helped the boy who had been knocked down down.

Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and half of his face was swollen, but he still gritted his teeth, his face full of defiance.

The crew-cut youth strolled leisurely onto the ring, looking down at the martial arts club members. He spoke in fluent but slightly accented Chinese, "This is your Chinese martial arts? I think it's nothing special. You don't even have the most basic fighting skills; you're just a bunch of rabble."

His words were like a match, instantly igniting the anger in the hearts of everyone in the martial arts club.

"What did you say?!"

"Go ahead and fight our club president if you dare!"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

Several members of the martial arts club rushed forward excitedly, but were stopped by the baby-faced girl.

"Don't act impulsively!"

Although Duan Shandie's voice was still young, her tone was unusually firm.

She stepped onto the ring and stood in front of the young man with the buzz cut.

"Kawashima Ryukaze, you want to fight, huh? I'll fight you."

Kawashima Ryūfū looked down at her, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "President Duan, are you sure you want to go on stage yourself? I'm afraid I might accidentally make you cry."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Duan Shandie assumed a fighting stance, her gaze sharp.

"Today I'll show you what true Chinese martial arts are!"

From below the stage, Song Xiaoxiao nervously grabbed Su Hao's arm and whispered, "Su Hao, do you think my classmate can win?"

Su Hao's gaze swept back and forth between the two men, then he slowly shook his head: "I can't win."

Why?

"That Kawashima Ryūfū has internal energy circulating within him. Although he's only a beginner-level martial artist, he's already crossed the threshold of ancient martial arts," Su Hao explained. "As for Duan Shandie, she only has slightly more blood energy than the average person, but no internal energy. At most, she can handle three or four ordinary people. Against Kawashima Ryūfū, she'll undoubtedly lose."

Song Xiaoxiao's face instantly turned pale: "What can we do? You have to help her!"

"It's too late." Su Hao shook his head.

"They've already started."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Shandie on the stage had already launched an attack.

She lunged forward, her right fist aimed straight for Kawashima Ryūfū's face, the speed so fast it created a whooshing sound.

Kawashima Ryūfū remained calm and easily dodged the punch by slightly shifting his body to the side.

Immediately afterwards, he dodged five or six of Duan Shandie's attacks in succession, avoiding each one perfectly, with that contemptuous smile always on his face.

"The speed is acceptable, but the power is insufficient," Kawashima Ryūfū commented as he dodged.

"Your moves are all just for show, all style and no substance. Is this all there is to Chinese martial arts?"

Duan Shandie was enraged by his words. A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. She suddenly changed her move and delivered a groin kick straight for Kawashima Ryufeng's crotch.

This move was both fast and ruthless; if it were an ordinary person, they might actually have been caught off guard.

However, Kawashima Ryūfū was, after all, a beginner-level martial artist, whose reaction speed far exceeded that of ordinary people.

He clamped his legs together, managing to trap Duan Shandie's ankle, and then twisted it sharply.

"hiss!"

Duan Shandie felt pain, lost her balance, and fell backward.

But she reacted quickly, bracing herself with one hand and performing a backflip to stabilize herself.

Kawashima Ryūka's eyes turned icy: "A sneak attack on the lower body? Is this how you Chinese martial arts operate? In that case, don't blame me for being impolite!"

He suddenly pushed off the ground, his body shooting towards Duan Shandie like a cannonball. He raised his right leg high and unleashed a powerful whip kick, imbued with his inner energy, which swept fiercely towards Duan Shandie's waist with a whistling sound.

Duan Shandie's pupils contracted sharply, and she hurriedly raised her arms to block.

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard.

Duan Shandie's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ring floor in front of her red.

"President!"

The members of the martial arts club rushed onto the stage like madmen, taking turns attacking Kawashima Ryūfū.

However, they were all ordinary fitness enthusiasts, without any internal energy support, and they were not even proficient in basic fighting skills. In front of Kawashima Ryukaze, they were like paper, and were all knocked to the ground in a few moves.

Within minutes, all of the dozen or so students from the martial arts club collapsed to the ground, and none of them were able to stand up.

Kawashima Ryūfū stood in the center of the crowd, looking down at the groaning members of the martial arts club: "This is Chinese martial arts? This is the kung fu you're so proud of? I think it's nothing special. Your Chinese nation is indeed inherently inferior, a bunch of sick men, unworthy of practicing martial arts."

His words were like a knife, piercing the hearts of every Chinese student present.

Even the few Chinese members of the karate club looked embarrassed, lowering their heads and avoiding eye contact with the martial arts club members.

Song Xiaoxiao stood below the stage, trembling with anger.

Just as she was about to speak, a cold laugh suddenly rang out.

"Are you done talking?"