Chapter 78

With the sound of the referee's whistle, Guo Hui, who was extremely unwilling, had no choice but to reluctantly and hesitantly step onto the stage.

His opponent was Dong Wenchao, who was at the fifth level of the Qi Cultivation stage.

A mid-fifth-level Qi Cultivator versus an early-fourth-level Qi Cultivator—anyone could imagine the outcome.

At this moment, in the front row of the contestant seats, on the far left side of Nanling High School's area, a young man with a horse-like face and a hooked nose sat with his legs spread wide.

His eye sockets were somewhat sunken, giving him a slightly mixed-race appearance. Apart from his horse-like face, which looked a bit awkward, he was quite handsome.

Beside him sat a woman with a curvaceous figure and considerable charm, also dressed in a competition uniform. Despite the public setting, she leaned half of her body against the horse-faced man without any reservations.

They were Ma Pi, the captain of Nanling High School's combat team, and Fang Ting, the vice-captain. The two were the undisputed mainstays of the team, and the other contestants from Nanling High School tactfully left them enough space.

The two of them were not to be outdone, sitting in the most comfortable seats with a cold expression, staring at the competition stage.

"Master Pi... the news from over there," Fang Ting, who had been leaning on Ma Pi, reluctantly moved away from his chest and took out a phone, whispering to Ma Pi.

Ma Pi, without turning his head, asked, "What did he say?"

"Master Wei said he will definitely give Master Pi face, so you can rest assured."

Ma Pi picked up a thermal drink from beside him, took a sip, tightened the cap, and his gaze swept over the contestant seats of Xilin No.1 High School, locking onto Ding Wei. He smiled meaningfully.

"Master Pi, your move is truly brilliant. This is a three-pronged strategy, isn't it?" Fang Ting whispered in admiration.

"Hmm, which three prongs?" Ma Pi asked knowingly, enjoying the respectful looks from others.

"First, when you and Young Master Guo defeat your opponents, it will certainly make people look at you differently. Second, by having me pretend to be injured, Li Jiawei will have no choice but to step in, and then Chen Cuifeng can give her a good lesson, making the Li family taste the consequences of not cooperating with us. Third, and most importantly, we need to lose this crucial match, leaving Nanling High School with only a slim hope. Then we'll see if Feng Yingruo still has the nerve to act as if she's above the world."

Ma Pi's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he stared at Fang Ting and said coolly, "You know quite a lot... but knowing too much isn't always a good thing."

Fang Ting quickly shut her mouth.

Ma Pi then smiled faintly and said, "But you're right... I want everyone to see that only the Ma family is still fighting for the school, while the Feng family's heir just watches as the school is humiliated."

"Ring!" The competition bell rang, and the first match began.

Ma Pi crossed his arms, looking confident. It was simple; he had already arranged with Ding Wei of Xilin No.1 High School that he and Guo Hui would win their match, and the other three matches would be left to the other side to perform as they wished. This would result in a 3-2 score, sending Nanling High School into the abyss.

At the referee's command, the contestants faced each other.

Surprisingly, Guo Hui, who had been fearful just a moment ago, suddenly took the initiative to attack.

"Storm Fist!" He shouted, his figure stretching out as his fist struck directly at Dong Wenchao.

Dong Wenchao, not to be outdone, also swung his iron fist, meeting Guo Hui head-on.

"Boom!" White battle qi spread out, and Dong Wenchao's body tumbled backward, slamming into the barrier and then bouncing back onto the competition stage.

Face down, "Smack!" He hit the ground hard, his face instantly covered in blood, and a front tooth was knocked out.

Guo Hui was stunned, looking at his fist in disbelief. Although he knew he would win this match, the opponent should at least act more professionally. The difference between an early-fourth-level Qi Cultivator and a mid-fifth-level Qi Cultivator was obvious. Could anyone believe that he knocked Dong Wenchao's face bloody with one punch?

Moreover, the guy was being too exaggerated, falling backward to make it look more realistic... He glanced at the silent audience and forced a proud expression.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

After a moment of silence, the audience burst into enthusiastic applause. No one could have expected Guo Hui to be so impressive!

His opponent, Dong Wenchao, was now completely enraged!

Indeed, although Young Master Wei had instructed him to pretend to lose to Guo Hui, he knew this match was just a formality. So, he had just been putting on a show.

But who would have thought that Guo Hui, the bastard, would attack him with a dirty move, and a deadly one at that? What the hell, what about the agreed performance?

He climbed to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a tooth, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying battle qi surged, striking Guo Hui.

Guo Hui, though momentarily elated, immediately felt the ferocity of the battle qi and was startled. But he thought the other side was just putting on a show, so he deliberately sneered and shouted.

"Earth Thrust Fist!" Feeling a bit guilty about the first punch, he restrained his inner energy.

"Boom!" Neither of them dodged, and this direct attack easily excited the audience.

"Smack!" "Ouch, damn!"

This time, Guo Hui was in trouble. Dong Wenchao was attacking with full force, and Guo Hui, who was already at a disadvantage, was deliberately holding back. The outcome was predictable.

With one punch, his body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing into the barrier and then bouncing back onto the competition stage.

"Smack!" His bones felt like they were all broken, and he was in too much pain to speak.

And this was after Ning Yi had absorbed most of the energy from Dong Wenchao's punch, showing how enraged Dong Wenchao was.

The audience was stunned. Damn, were these two trying to kill each other? Did they have some deep-seated grudge?

"Damn it, you bastard, you're playing dirty with me." Guo Hui, sitting on the competition stage, glared at Dong Wenchao with a fierce look and cursed.

"Dirty... damn it!" Dong Wenchao, still angry and with a gap in his mouth, couldn't believe that Guo Hui, the bastard, would accuse him first.

Seeing that the referee hadn't stopped the match, he leaped forward again, determined to beat Guo Hui before losing.

Guo Hui saw that this bastard was serious!

He couldn't afford to be careless; even in pain, he had to protect himself!

He leaped up, dodging to the side, and Dong Wenchao, missing his target, immediately pursued him.

The two began chasing each other on the competition stage, but what was shocking was that one moment Dong Wenchao was knocked down by a punch, and the next, Guo Hui was swept off his feet by a kick.

The two had completely lost their martial arts dignity and were now fighting like street thugs.

Below the stage, the text messages between Ding Wei and Ma Pi were frequent.

"Master Wei, as agreed, you were supposed to let Guo Hui win the first match. What's going on?"

"Hehe, Brother Pi, don't worry. They're probably just trying to avoid being seen through."

"Master Wei, that's not right. Dong Wenchao even swelled Guo Hui's eye... you don't hit someone in the face."

"Brother Pi, I'm not saying this to be mean, but even if you're letting us win, you can't kick someone in the groin!"

"Ding Wei, what do you mean? You were supposed to let us win. Guo Hui's front tooth was knocked out by you guys!"

"Damn it, Ma Pi, Dong Wenchao's front tooth is gone too, and his crotch was kicked. What's your point?"

Ma Pi, seeing the text, calmed down and replied suspiciously, "Could they have a personal grudge?"

"Damn it, how should I know? Anyway, your people started it, and I'm going to play for real now."

"Damn it, I'm not afraid of you! You little Ding!" Ma Pi was furious. After all, the Ma family was the second-ranked family in the Haixi region, and the Ding family was nothing.

"Flatterer, just wait..."

The two were exchanging insults via text messages, while the two fighters on the stage, after more than twenty minutes of intense fighting, were exhausted. However, Guo Hui was still grabbed by the thigh by the more skilled Dong Wenchao and thrown off the stage, with a hard kick to his crotch.

Guo Hui landed with a "smack" and rolled on the floor, clutching his crotch.

Ma Pi watched, feeling a headache, and quickly had someone carry Guo Hui over, his eyes turning cold as he looked at Ding Wei.

Before he could ask, the second match began: Du Wen vs. Pasang. An early-fifth-level Qi Cultivator versus a late-fifth-level Qi Cultivator, the gap was significant. Moreover, the opponent was a naturalized student, known for his top-notch combat skills in the Haixi region's high school league, defeating many higher-level opponents.

For this match, Ma Pi had planned for Xilin No.1 High School to play fair. The Du family, a fence-sitter, needed to be taught a lesson through this match, showing them that everything was under the control of the Ma family, even in high-level combat.

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish!

Damn, but will that bastard Ding Wei do the opposite?

Ma Pi, recalling the text message argument with Ding Wei, felt a headache. That guy might really do it. He needed to talk to Ding Wei's parents, as the relationship between the Ma and Ding families was still strong. Ding Wei might dislike him, but he wouldn't ignore his elders.

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