Collecting Rent From All Realms, Even Empresses Must Pay Tribute
Ch. 41 - One Through Fourteen?

Seeing Ma Xiaoyun get knocked out with a single punch, the Taekwondo Club members gasped, and their gazes at Ye Chuan became wary. 

If Huang Haotian's performance had made them think their president was a joke, now it seemed…

Huang Haotian had actually lasted quite a while?

As expected of their president, still stronger than them.

After watching Ma Xiaoyun being carried away, Ye Chuan rotated his wrist and said,

"Alright, next."

His tone was calm and indifferent. After Huang Haotian went down, dealing with the remaining members felt like a chore to Ye Chuan. He didn't even have the energy to taunt them; he wasn't that free.

And not all the Taekwondo Club members were as useless as Huang Haotian. Ye Chuan was fair.

But he still had to beat them up.

Just more efficiently.

…

"You go."

"Nah, I have a stomachache, you go." The club members, who had been indignant earlier, now started politely declining after hearing Ye Chuan's call. 

They had been eager to fight, but after seeing Ma Xiaoyun get instantly defeated, their enthusiasm waned.

Ma Xiaoyun's strength surpassed everyone else in the club. If such a strong person could be defeated in one punch, wouldn't they just be humiliating themselves by going up?

They had calmed down.

Everyone was very calm now, their hearts chilled.

Clearly, no one wanted to get beaten up.

As for the club's reputation, it didn't matter anymore. It was already ruined.

"They don't dare to come up. Referee, what do we do?" Ye Chuan looked at the referee. He couldn't just stand here forever.

Seeing this, the referee twitched his lips. "If the Taekwondo Club cannot send another member, then Ye Chuan wins by default."

No one had expected things to turn out this way.

The Taekwondo Club members remained silent, looking at each other. The audience, however, became restless—

"Go on! So many of you, and you're scared? What a bunch of losers!"

"Seriously? I bet three thousand on you guys, and you're not going up?"

"Are you guys actors? Why are a dozen of you afraid of one person?"

The audience became agitated. Many had bet on Ye Chuan losing, and now, after only two people went down, they were already giving up. 

If they really surrendered without a fight, the audience would probably tear them apart on the spot.

Hearing the audience's angry shouts, the club members seemed to wake up from a dream.

Right, they had also bet money.

If they were all defeated by Ye Chuan, how much money would they lose?

"Let's do this, brothers! This concerns the fate of our Taekwondo Club and our wallets! Are we really going to let that guy walk all over us?" someone said.

"There are so many of us, we can wear him down!"

"Since the president and vice-president are down, I'll take the lead, charge with me!"

He tightened his black belt and shouted, his aura exploding.

"I will not lose!"

He strode forward, his determined back etched in the minds of the Taekwondo Club members.

…

Half a minute later, knocked out with a single punch, he lay on the ground with a peaceful smile.

His outstretched hand seemed to point the way forward—

Don't stop…

Everyone: "..."

Ye Chuan looked at the man lying on the ground and shook his head. 

"So dramatic. Can you guys hurry up? I need to go home."

His money tree hadn't been fed yet; who knew if she was hungry.

"I'll go!" Seeing his fellow club member defeated, another member stood up.

"I'll go with you!"

One, two… Their fallen comrades seemed to have ignited their fighting spirit.

"W-what's going on?" The guests were stunned, their eyes wide with shock.

The Taekwondo Club members…

They were getting defeated faster and faster!

As soon as one fell, another went up to get beaten.

The audience, seeing Ye Chuan knock them out one by one, became numb.

They couldn't tell if Ye Chuan was too strong or the Taekwondo Club was too weak.

Or if the Taekwondo Club members were throwing the match.

They couldn't tell, they really couldn't.

Soon, only two members of the Taekwondo Club were left. One of them stood up silently, but the other grabbed him.

"Wait! That's hell over there!"

The member who stood up smiled calmly. 

"Aibo, do you believe in light?"

(TL: Aibo is written in our letters, making me believe it's referencing the japanese 相棒 (aibō) that stands for "partner", "pal" or "buddy". This word is commonly used in Anime culture)

He patted the last member on the shoulder. "After I fall, Ye Chuan will be at his weakest. It's up to you…"

"The last light of the Taekwondo Club."

With that, he left a dashing back, then got knocked out with a single punch from Ye Chuan, under the last member's sorrowful gaze.

…

"Alright, next."

After knocking out the second to last member, Ye Chuan looked at the final member of the Taekwondo Club and grinned.

"Kekekeke, hurry up, I can't wait any longer."

The last member took a deep breath, his clenched fists trembling.

"Go for it!!!!!"

"Don't lose!!"

"You can do it! Ye Chuan is tired!"

"You have to defeat Ye Chuan, unknown big brother!!!!!"

Those who had bet on Ye Chuan losing shouted at the top of their lungs, cheering for the last member of the Taekwondo Club.

"I feel it, I feel it, the light." The last member stood before Ye Chuan, hearing the audience's cheers. He looked resolutely at his opponent.

"You are strong, but this is where it ends!"

He shouted and, mustering all his strength, launched a flying kick, hitting Ye Chuan squarely. Ye Chuan flew backward and crashed to the ground, unable to get up!

"Taekwondo Club wins!"

Of course, that was just a fantasy in his head.

Because in the next second, Ye Chuan's fist appeared before his face.

Memories flashed before his eyes. The sharp pain in his face made him stumble, and he collapsed onto the floor!

The Taekwondo Club's victory was just a fleeting fantasy before he got knocked out by Ye Chuan.

Silence descended upon the gymnasium. Seeing the last member fall, the audience couldn't believe that Ye Chuan had actually done it.

Really?

One through fourteen?

Not only the audience but also the club presidents in the guest seats were in disbelief, even suspecting that the Taekwondo Club had thrown the match.

Ye Chuan raised his fist towards the ceiling.

"Yay, ChuanChuan!!!!!" Luo Xi clapped and jumped, her ponytail bouncing, her cheers echoing in the quiet gymnasium.

After jumping a few times, realizing that she was the only one clapping, and feeling the gazes of the audience, she shyly lowered her head and quieted down.

Just then, a dissonant voice rang out,

"I object! This is a fixed match!"

The president of the Sanda Club stood up. "I want to try!"

He had also bet on Ye Chuan losing and couldn't believe that the Taekwondo Club members were so weak.

Had he lost all his money?

No way!

A few minutes later, he was also knocked out with a single punch from Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan ignored the unconscious Sanda Club president and looked towards the audience.

"Anyone else?"