Chapter 92

Ning Yi never thought that the showdown between him and Guo Hui would attract so much attention, not at all less than the Class A Fighting League match between Nanling High School and Xilin No.1 High School.

However, this was probably due to Guo Hui's effective promotion. After all, various school groups, from morning to afternoon, had been discussing Ning Yi's audacious challenge to Guo Hui, the school's combat god.

So, by a little past three in the afternoon, the martial arts hall was packed inside and out.

Surprisingly, in their mouths, this showdown had evolved into an ultimate battle between him and Guo Hui for the affection of Li Jiawei, the second goddess of the campus.

By the way, Li Jiawei earned the title of second goddess after the match between Nanling High School and Xilin No.1 High School.

If it weren't for Feng Yingruo's unparalleled beauty, Li Jiawei might well have been the top goddess.

Thus, Ning Yi and Li Jiawei's reputations were finally solidified.

Looking at those forum titles,

"Why does a loser dare to challenge a rich and handsome guy?"

"Who is this divine being that can make a waste of a person challenge the school's combat god?"

"In ancient times, Wu Sangui went to war for a beauty; today, blind Ning Yi challenges an elephant with an ant."

"Ultimate revelation: Wastrel Ning Yi secretly has the cultivation of Qi Practitioner Level 3 or even Level 4!"

"Villainous person, intent on a comeback!"

Under such promotional attacks, Ning Yi had become a minor celebrity.

The titles were very evocative, successfully transforming Ning Yi from a loser into a quasi-practitioner of Qi Practitioner Level 3 or even Level 4.

Even more disgusting, some people were digging up Ning Yi's past, ruthlessly exposing his past misdeeds, such as fighting with junior high school girls, attempting to peek under girls' skirts with a small mirror in the hallway, and climbing over the fence to the girls' restroom...

No one mentioned that Ning Yi had actually performed exceptionally well in the recent exam.

So, Ning Yi had to admit that Guo Hui's promotional efforts were quite impressive.

After successfully portraying him as a major villain and a quasi-practitioner with cultivation similar to Guo Hui's,

Guo Hui could boost his own reputation by defeating Ning Yi. Otherwise, if he knocked out a loser with no cultivation, it would be very embarrassing.

The only person who was unhappy was Du Wen. In his eyes, although his engagement to Li Jiawei had been nullified by her two palm strikes, the fact that he was not involved in the competition for Li Jiawei was simply outrageous. After all, Li Jiawei was the one he had his eyes on.

Guo Hui and Ning Yi were nothing!

So, he specially brought a banner to the competition site, which read: "No matter how you fight, you can't change the fact that Weiwei belongs to me!"

With all the atmosphere and promotion in place, Ning Yi arrived at the martial arts hall and scanned the crowd.

What the heck!

Not only were there the usual school teachers and students who loved gossip, but there were also quite a few impressive figures among the onlookers!

For example, the captain of the school team, Ma Pi, and the vice-captain, Fang Ting, were sitting in their exclusive VIP seats, coldly observing everything.

But that wasn't all. Standing next to Ma Pi was an old man with a somewhat gaunt face, shoulder-length hair that was black and white, and a small notch in his left ear.

Ning Yi approached and took a closer look, instantly drawing a sharp breath. The old man's cultivation was actually at the late Orange Level.

The curator of the Chongwen Pavilion, Mr. Zhao, seemed to have come as well, standing far away.

What surprised Ning Yi even more was that there was an old acquaintance standing next to him.

Yang Yu, the police officer.

The beautiful policewoman with a delicate oval face, fine and light eyebrows, large eyes with double eyelids, and a height of at least 1.77 meters.

Although she was dressed casually today, Ning Yi still recognized her instantly from her well-proportioned and fiery figure and her cold, beautiful face.

Ning Yi was puzzled. This one-sided showdown, if the students were incited to come and watch, was understandable.

But the presence of the old man with the notched ear, Mr. Zhao, Yang Yu, and even Ma Pi and Fang Ting, was quite strange.

Or perhaps, they already suspected him? No wonder Guo Hui had been promoting that his cultivation was already at Qi Practitioner Level 3...

It seemed that his identity as a quasi-practitioner could no longer be hidden, nor did it need to be.

"Two students, friendship first, competition second..." A coach, temporarily serving as the referee, politely addressed both sides, but Ning Yi didn't believe for a moment that Guo Hui would be friendly.

The referee quickly left!

On the thirty-square-meter competition platform, only Ning Yi and Guo Hui remained.

Guo Hui was fully equipped, wearing a practice uniform, headgear, leg wraps, wrist guards, and kick boots. Ning Yi, under the referee's insistence, reluctantly wore a headgear, but the rest of his outfit was just a tracksuit, looking quite out of place.

In comparison, the professional and amateur were clearly distinguishable.

"宁逸." Guo Hui adjusted his headgear, looking at Ning Yi with a smug expression, "I didn't expect you, a waste of a person, to actually dare to accept the challenge!"

Ning Yi glanced at him and replied coolly, "You've gone to so much trouble, jumping around, hanging banners, and posting threads. If I didn't come, wouldn't you be devastated?"

Guo Hui, his words exposed, showed no sign of shame, and sneered, "I didn't expect you, a waste of a person, to hide so deeply, secretly cultivating to Qi Practitioner Level 3, and all this time pretending to be a nobody. Today, I'm going to beat you so hard that you'll even reveal what's hidden in your pants."

Ning Yi thought, this guy must have found out some of my secrets, but how did they know? Weren't they supposed to be unable to sense my inner energy?

"Enough talk... I don't want to waste my breath on trash like you." Ning Yi extended his index finger and beckoned to Guo Hui, "Come over!"

"Damn!" Guo Hui was furious. Shouldn't he be the one making the gesture first?

He immediately threw a punch, gathering battle qi, and white battle qi surged from between his fingers.

Just as he was about to attack, Ning Yi suddenly raised his hand.

"Wait!"

"What?" Guo Hui was annoyed, his hard-earned momentum was ruined.

"To avoid killing you with one punch and not getting the truth, you must answer one question first."

Guo Hui didn't respond, looking at Ning Yi and sneering, "You want to ask if I hired some thugs to beat you up and throw you into a ditch, right?"

Without waiting for Ning Yi's answer, he laughed maniacally, "Ask the King of Hell that question!"

As he spoke, he launched a surprise attack with both fists.

Instantly, the battle qi surged! White light radiated from between his fingers, and his originally small fists suddenly grew to the size of pots.

With a loud boom, accompanied by a thunderous sound, the punch aimed at Ning Yi.

Before the punch even arrived, the overwhelming pressure, like a mountain pressing down, brought a fierce whirlwind toward Ning Yi!

"Thunderclap Fist!" The crowd gasped. It was a unique martial technique of the Guo family, already considered a high-level Orange Level battle skill!

Guo Hui, at only Qi Practitioner Level 4, couldn't fully unleash the true power of the Thunderclap Fist!

But the momentum was terrifying enough!

Guo Hui sneered, aiming for this effect, a one-punch knockout!

No, more importantly, he aimed for Ning Yi's lower dantian, the inner energy sea. If he hit, he would destroy Ning Yi's inner energy sea, making him a waste of a person forever, no matter how strong he was!

Ning Yi's gaze tightened. He could imagine that at least a thousand eyes in the hall were fixed on him.

Most people were probably just here for the show.

But those with ulterior motives probably had other intentions.

Ning Yi smiled faintly. Since he was no longer hiding, so what if they watched!

His current mastery of the energy absorption technique and mental force technique was no longer as naive as before. Even if he didn't want others to see, there were ways. But now, in a dangerous situation, he couldn't afford to be picky.

Just as the fierce battle qi pressed down, he absorbed the energy elements from Guo Hui's attack and instantly punched back.

Breaking through Guo Hui's fierce battle qi, he easily struck Guo Hui's face.

"Boom!" Battle qi surged, light radiated, and dust on the platform was kicked up...

The crowd held their breath. The two on the platform were unbearable to watch, one aiming for the inner energy sea, the other directly for the head.

This was clearly a fight to the death!

"Bang!" "Bang, bang!"

Three clear sounds of impact echoed in the silent martial arts hall.

A moment later, a blue figure flew horizontally and crashed into the barrier around the platform, groaning.

"Thud!" His body hit the barrier and bounced back, falling to his knees on the platform. After struggling, he couldn't get up.

"Damn!" Ma Pi, sitting in the front row, stood up, rubbing his eyes, suspecting he was seeing things.

One-punch knockout!

Not Guo Hui one-punching Ning Yi, but Ning Yi one-punching Guo Hui!

The magnificent and impressive Guo Hui was knocked flying with just one punch, without a chance to land a second blow!

And it was so brutal! His newly replaced front teeth were knocked out again! His jaw was dislocated, his nose was crooked, one eye was swollen, and if not for the headgear, his face might have been beyond repair.

"No way!" "No way!" "What the hell!"

The flowers in the hands of the cheerleaders, specially invited by Guo Hui, Ma Pi, and Fang Ting, froze in mid-air.

Guo Hui, with his head buried in his crotch, could only hear a buzzing in his mind!

"This can't be! How can I not even beat a waste of a person like Ning Yi! He's only at Qi Practitioner Level 3, right?"

"Tap, tap!" Footsteps approached slowly, and Ning Yi walked over, looking down at him from above.

"Feeling very defeated, aren't you?" Ning Yi's smile looked gentle, but Guo Hui found it terrifying. This bastard!

"Why?" Guo Hui wiped his nose, blood dripping and smelling of iron, three words representing countless questions, but boiled down to one: Why did I lose?

Ning Yi squatted down, his face expressionless.

Then he reached out and patted Guo Hui's cheek, "You must be dreaming!"

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