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Chapter 373: Another Encounter with South Sea Mad Blade’s Disciple - Guan Xiaobai

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: Another Encounter with South Sea Mad Blade’s Disciple - Guan Xiaobai

So, for the martial arts club to win this competition, it was truly difficult; it was a reality they had to face.

They could only hope for the best regarding the skills each member brought from home.

Perhaps due to worry, Mr. Yang’s face shifted between shades of light and dark, tinged with barely concealed anger.

After all, their opponents had come to challenge their school; how could they be in a good mood?

After a brief negotiation, the competition officially began. Since Chinese martial arts didn’t involve ranking by belt color, the principle was simple: draw lots and spar against whoever you drew, regardless of your skill level or gender.

They were arranged into twelve pairs to compete one-on-one.

Xiao Zheng spotted a familiar face; it was Guan Xiaobai. This guy was actually here as well.

Chu Xiaoran finished drawing her lot with high spirits, holding up a small number card. She sat down next to Xiao Zheng.

"Hehe, Ah Zheng, Korea’s number six is a little fatty. I don’t know if he’s easy to tackle, but it’s that one there."

Xiao Zheng looked over and was shocked. That little fatty, who looked harmless, actually had the skill of a third-degree black belt and was among the best in their team.

"Xiao Ran, just do your best!"

"Hmph, no faith in me?" Chu Xiaoran pouted and angrily puffed up her cheeks as if she was going to gobble Xiao Zheng up.

Xiao Zheng gently rubbed her soft hair, saying affectionately, "Don’t get worked up just yet. Look at the age of the Korean players; basically, none of them are over 25 years old."

"What does that mean?"

"Age also limits their ranking. I saw that among their players, the real experts are only a fourth-degree and a fourth dan. The rest are between first to third degrees. So having third-degree black belt skills is actually not low."

"Hmm?"

After thinking it over, Chu Xiaoran then looked downcast, her earlier arrogance fading to frustration. "It looks like the little fatty’s skills would rank him among their top five, but I’m the weakest in the martial arts club. How can I even fight?"

"Don’t worry, I’m here for you. I promise I won’t let you lose," Xiao Zheng confidently patted her shoulders.

"Really?" Chu Xiaoran’s face immediately brightened.

"Of course, it’s true! Although I’m no match for your clown friend at home, I’m certainly not faint-hearted, roar..."

Xiao Zheng kept boosting her spirits.

While they casually chatted, the competition had already officially started. The first competitors on each side stepped onto the stage; Korea sent out a second-degree black belt holder, and the martial arts club sent out a skinny young man.

Chu Xiaoran exclaimed, "Oh no, Skinny has even less skill than me, what do we do?"

"What’s the rush? Let’s just watch and see!" Xiao Zheng said, calm as Mount Taishan, pressing Chu Xiaoran back into her seat to watch the match.

The two competitors on the stage bowed to each other and then began the fight.

Just as Chu Xiaoran had said, this Skinny was just a beginner in martial arts, a newbie among newbies with hardly any foundation.

"Hi-yah!"

The Korean competitor shouted, leaping into the air with a powerful kick aimed straight at Skinny.

Though unavoidable, bolted by youthful fervor, Skinny resolutely raised his arms to block.

However, the power of the opponent’s kick was beyond his expectations. It smashed down his arms, and, with momentum, swept towards his chest.

"Bang!"

Unable to withstand the force, Skinny staggered back step by step, finally unable to retreat further, and fell off the stage.

"Er..."

The silence was maddening.

Then there was a burst of excited chatter.

"What the heck, losing just at the start of the encounter is so dull to watch."

"How could this happen? How can they let a newbie compete, completely disgracing our Huaxia?"

"Hey, quit your nonsense. Just keep watching; we have experts."

"..."

While Skinny’s defeat was anticipated, Mr. Yang and Guan Xiaobai didn’t show much emotion, just seeming a bit frustrated since it was an unfortunate start.

Yang Gu glanced at the Korean coach, only to find him mocking him as well. Instantly, his face turned livid, and he said to Guan Xiaobai, "Xiao Bai, you are the president of the martial arts club. Show them some colors."

"Mr. Yang, don’t worry, although my forte is the saber and not fist-fighting, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse, I will surely not taint the reputation of Chinese Martial Arts." Guan Xiaobai was calm and collected as he stood up and stepped onto the stage.

Watching Guan Xiaobai, dressed in his combat gear, Xiao Zheng gave a faint smile.

This young man was very strong. If he wielded the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, he would be on par with the tenth ranked person on the Futu Sky Net—Xu Sandai, which was equivalent to an elite expert of the Sky Net.

In this kind of competition, he undoubtedly stood out from the crowd, a bit of an overkill.

If it was just hand-to-hand combat, Guan Xiaobai might not be a match for the Korean coach, but with a saber in hand, even if the Korean coach had nine lives, it wouldn’t be enough for him to slash through.

Now facing a third-dan black belt weakling was like fighting a breastfeeding babe.

Sure enough, after bowing, Guan Xiaobai didn’t attack but just beckoned the third-dan Korean contestant with his finger, clearly a blatant display of contempt.

"Seeking death, hiya..."

The Korean contestant was livid with rage; he was among the top five in strength in his team and was usually haughty, guiding others. He had never been so humiliated.

Fuming, he charged at Guan Xiaobai, his legs powering up as he leapt into the air, aiming a sweeping kick at him, intending to strike him down in one move.

"Bang!"

Guan Xiaobai shook his head and chuckled coldly, not dodging but just taking the hit before effortlessly lifting the Korean contestant and violently slamming him to the ground.

"Trash!"

"You!"

"Have the guts to come at me again."

"Hmph, hiya..." The Korean contestant was enraged, ignoring his aching back and waist as he bitterly got back up, his eyes flashing with an icy glare.

This time he was smarter, not attacking recklessly but instead circling around Guan Xiaobai, looking for an opportunity to strike.

However.

Guan Xiaobai stood solid as Taishan, arms crossed, not even bothering to look at the Korean contestant, just shaking his head.

"This is really boring."

He kicked out where he stood, like a cannonball slamming into the Korean contestant’s stomach, sparing no effort.

"Get lost!"

"What?"

With a cry of "Ah," the Korean contestant was sent flying like he was on a dirt plane, landing heavily in front of the Korean coach.

"Bang!"

The Korean coach’s expression hardened as he saw his student fall in front of him, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm?"

His face turned livid as he looked up at Guan Xiaobai, seeing Guan Xiaobai giving him a downward thumb, shaking his head scornfully.

"Hmph!"

But his grunt of anger was drowned out by the erupting applause and cheers from the college students, turning it into nothingness.

"Pitter-patter..."

After the applause, came the incessant comments.

"Wow, Guan Xiaobai is so cool, I want to have his babies."

"Shameless, is he someone you can covet? He is a disciple of the South Sea Saber Madman."

"Hahaha, truly Chinese Martial Arts are freaking awesome. Look at that Korean coach, his face as black as the bottom of a pot."

"Just the fancy but ineffective martial arts of a tiny country, how can it compare with our vast nation?"

"..."

Listening to the loud and various discussions, Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

Chu Xiaoran’s expression was changing unpredictably, frowning, she said, "As expected of President Guan Xiaobai, he’s indeed formidable. But what am I supposed to do now?"