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Chapter 376: Is he playing football?

Chapter 376: Chapter 376: Is he playing football?

His gaze flickered, and he forced himself to calm down, speaking indifferently, "Coach Yang, Huaxia has dismissed two players. What if we have a rematch with our side under these conditions?"

"Yes!"

Yang Gu heartily agreed and waved to his team’s qualifying players: "Chu Xiaoran, Yang Zhi step down, Guan Xiaobai, Meng Llke step up."

"Mr. Yang, I..." Chu Xiaoran was overjoyed at first, but upon hearing this, she felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, leaving a chilling sensation in her chest. Naturally, she had to argue her case.

"Sit down!"

Xiao Zheng pushed her down into a chair, comforting her, "Xiao Ran, it’s also good to withdraw after a strong performance to maintain your reputation as the Belle of Kung Fu School. Besides, Guan Xiaobai is a powerful fighter, and Meng Llke is an excellent wrestler, rest assured."

"Sigh, forget it!" Chu Xiaoran pursed her lips, speaking listlessly, "This Princess might as well wash her hands of the affair and retire from the Jianghu, letting the younger generation fight it out."

What the heck.

In his bewilderment, Xiao Zheng thought to himself, damn, Belle, your excuse is so badass, I’m at a loss for words.

The duel on the stage escalated once again.

In the first match of the semi-finals, Meng Llke vs. the black belt fourth-rank player, the fight was enjoyable to watch. One could tell that Meng Llke must be a child from the northern steppes, his wrestling techniques disciplined and water-tight in offense and defense.

Sitting below the stage, Chu Xiaoran was puzzled, "Ah Zheng, there’s a fourth rank in black belts? Shouldn’t it be fourth dan?"

"That guy isn’t old enough, he can only temporarily hold the fourth rank. The rank is just a supplementary level for those lacking in age. In reality, that guy’s strength is already at fourth dan," Xiao Zheng explained calmly, narrating with ease.

"So, it’s two fourth dans?"

Chu Xiaoran retorted, "At such a young age, fourth dan? Are you kidding?"

"What do you think?" Xiao Zheng ruffled her hair and clarified, "These people are geniuses selected from all over Korea, so it’s not unusual for them to be at this level.

Additionally, over the years, Korea has given a lot of attention to the Taekwondo industry, with special financial support."

"No wonder, I was thinking, how can Shou’er University have so many geniuses? So it’s a national selection, I see, I see."

Chu Xiaoran’s beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, her understanding smile carried a hint of mischief.

Lord Xiao paid her no more attention but instead turned to watch the stage, noticing Meng Llke had already defeated the Korean black belt fourth-rank.

Now it was Guan Xiaobai’s turn to fight. His opponent was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. To have fourth dan strength at his age was also quite remarkable.

"Hehe, now the fun begins. If President Xiao Bai takes down this fourth dan in seconds, then Korea will have no one left, and the semi-final will turn into the true final," Chu Xiaoran said slyly, resembling a cunning little fox spirit.

"Of course, I still understand Xiao Bai’s strength," Xiao Zheng spoke languidly, his eyes fixed on the stage.

At the same moment.

The Korean head coach, Li Dasheng, was unable to feel joy, his face stern as he nodded toward the Korean competitor on the stage.

Understanding the signal, the Korean competitor smiled subtly, then his expression stiffened, and his eyes turned cruel as he looked at Guan Xiaobai.

Guan Xiaobai looked at him dismissively, and after a mutual salute, the duel began.

"Hiyah!" The Korean competitor, with a gust in his kick, lashed out at Guan Xiaobai in mid-air.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Guan Xiaobai stood solid as a rock and suddenly extended an arm, making a slight effort to block.

However, gradually, his expression changed from composed to angry as he noticed a faint streak of blood on his arm.

"Hm?"

Guan Xiaobai’s eyes flashed like lightning towards the Korean competitor’s shoes which, to his surprise, had several sharp protrusions—not too obvious.

Normal Taekwondo shoes are soft, but this opponent’s shoes had clearly been tampered with; they were hard as iron with a rough surface, like a rasp.

Damn it, despicable!

"Kid, you’re ruthless!"

Guan Xiaobai was thoroughly incensed, his face contorting with rage as he charged at the Korean competitor, eyes filled with an overwhelming killing intent.

He had initially planned to prioritize friendship and take the competition lightly, giving the Koreans some face. But now, that was no longer necessary.

"You’re dead, you damn Korean, I’ll make you suffer!"

The transformation in Guan Xiaobai’s momentum caught the Korean competitor off guard, exposing countless openings and causing his pupils to dilate in panic. All he saw were a pair of iron fists approaching rapidly, growing larger until they seemed gigantic.

"Bang! Crack."

The audience could distinctly hear the sound of bones breaking.

The whole venue fell silent.

He only saw the Korean player clumsily falling to the ground, clutching his eyes, the pain penetrating his bones, he knew his brow bone was broken.

Such a ruthless Huaxia person!

However, before he could regain his senses, Guan Xiaobai was upon him again, grabbing him with one hand and throwing him into the air.

"Ah, what on earth does this Huaxia person want to do?"

The Korean player was scared to the point of peeing himself, midair, still imagining the consequences that would follow.

Directly slam me into a dead dog? This Huaxia person, how hateful!

While he was guessing, the audience below was also speculating.

"Alas, turned into a true corn stalk, being tossed around by President Xiao Bai."

"What do you know? President Xiao Bai can already be compared to a second-rate expert in Jianghu, with strong abilities."

"What will happen next? It’s not going to be a slam into a dead dog, is it?"

"It’s not that simple, just watch President Xiao Bai show off!"

"..."

Chu Xiaoran couldn’t figure it out either and leaned towards Xiao Zheng, puzzled, "Ah Zheng, what do you think President Xiao Bai is preparing to do?"

"What to do? Penalties, of course, just penalties!" Xiao Zheng unabashedly sniffed the faint fragrance close at hand, and smiled faintly.

"Penalties?"

Chu Xiaoran was dumbfounded. This is a martial arts competition, not the World Cup - where do penalties come in?

This Guard Captain Ah Zheng, not so great in strength, is all about bluffing and deceiving.

She raised her eyes towards the ring.

The Korean player’s eyes flashed coldly, but in an instant, a hint of triumph flickered across.

Heaven helps me indeed. This Huaxia Martial Artist is truly ignorant. A Taekwondo master can only show their full strength in the air, right?

With this thought, he leveraged the force of his descent to kick towards Guan Xiaobai while still airborne, falling like a cannonball.

"Kid, die!"

"Bring it on!"

Guan Xiaobai shouted loudly, shifted to one side, and kicked upward like a dart shooting through the air.

"Bang, ah!"

The Korean player was in the midst of his pride, but it turned into sorrow as his triumphant kick did not succeed.

Moreover, Guan Xiaobai took the opportunity to kick him right in the butt.

There, he’s flying again.

"Wow... President Xiao Bai kicked a good ball."

The venue erupted with cheers, yet this was far from the end.

"Bang bang bang... ah ah ah"

Guan Xiaobai kept tapping, the Korean player kept flying, the scene incredibly strange.

The entire arena fell silent, the only sounds were the impacts and screams of pain. The audience was stunned. Damn, is this even a thing?

However.

A figure rushed forward, full of rage, it was the Korean coach--Li Dasheng. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

"Kid, stop right there!"

"Hmph!"

Yang Gu couldn’t stand it either and hurriedly rushed out, blocking Li Dasheng’s way.

"Coach Li, the match is in progress, do not interfere with the players."

"This is a violation, a violation!"

Li Dasheng was burning with rage, pointing at Guan Xiaobai, he roared with a sullen face.

Freaking hell.

A violation? Violating your mom’s rules?