Next up is the second match.

"Yuze, I think I should go for the second match. I have a feeling they'll send out a really strong opponent for the second match," Duan Fei said, his expression extremely serious.

Zhang Yuze narrowed his eyes and nodded to Duan Fei, saying, "Yeah, you're right, I have that feeling too. It's safer if you go. We have to win at least five matches no matter what."

This competition is a ten-match system. After ten matches, it depends on who wins more. Of course, if someone wins six matches right away, the competition ends early. And if it ends in a five-to-five tie, there will be an eleventh tie-breaker match. That eleventh tie-breaker match is the one that finally decides the victory or defeat.

Duan Fei nodded solemnly to Zhang Yuze and said, "Yuze, don't worry, I will definitely win."

Zhang Yuze smiled faintly and said to Duan Fei, "I believe in you."

"President, go! President, go!" The members of the Wushu club started shouting.

The earth-shattering sound made the people on the side look sideways, and they couldn't help but focus their attention on Duan Fei's face.

When Matsushita Nomi saw Duan Fei enter the arena, his face sank, and he was about to go on stage. But Takahashi Nakasato, who had been standing on the side with his arms folded, suddenly opened his eyes and said lightly, "Matsushita-kun, you must know that you are the president of our Karate Headquarters, not the president of a branch. Let Haruta-kun go!"

Matsushita Nomi listened to Takahashi Nakasato's words, thought for a moment, and then said to Ishii Haruta, who was standing beside him without saying a word, "Haruta-kun, you go for this match, you are only allowed to win, not to lose."

The man named Ishii Haruta heard this, nodded, stood up, and smiled slightly at Matsushita Nomi, saying, "President Matsushita, don't worry, I will definitely win."

Seeing the person the other side sent out, Zhang Yuze narrowed his eyes. The Karate club sent out a competitor who looked extremely short.

For some reason, Zhang Yuze saw an unusual aura on this competitor.

Zhang Yuze suddenly remembered something, and his face changed involuntarily, because he felt the aura of a martial artist from these people. An internal martial artist?

Duan Fei is in trouble now. Thinking of this, Zhang Yuze couldn't help but clench his fists. The lines on his forehead formed the character '川', and his face was a little unsightly.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?" Just then, behind him, someone suddenly used their slender little hands to massage his shoulders.

Zhang Yuze was stunned. He looked back and saw that it was Zhuo Yubin MM.

Zhang Yuze sighed deeply, shook his head, and said helplessly, "It's nothing, I just think your Boss Duan might be in a little danger."

"What? Are you saying President Duan will lose?" Zhuo Yubin, hearing this, couldn't help but cover her small mouth and exclaimed in surprise.

Perhaps because Zhuo MM raised her voice too high, everyone sitting next to her heard her voice.

Zhuo MM saw the surprised gazes cast at her by the people around her, and seemed to realize that she was being too high-profile. Her expression turned red, and she couldn't help but stick out her cute tongue.

Seeing her so cute, no one blamed her. They just nodded kindly to her, then turned their heads and continued to pay attention to the competition on the field.

Only Qin Zinan seemed to have clearly heard what Zhuo Yubin had just said. A strange light appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she came to Zhang Yuze's side and asked him with a frown, "Are you saying that this Duan Fei will really lose?"

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