"Kid, what do you mean by that look?" The Donglü City team members already had a past grievance with this Xiao Chong. One of the tall men was about to rush onto the stage!
"Oh? Exactly what you think. What? Want to challenge me on stage? Fine, I'm always ready. But I suggest you all come at me together, so I don't waste my time."
Xiao Chong's unrestrained laughter, his strength enough to silence the entire martial arts arena.
But there were always some people ready to be proven wrong, like the resident expert at it, Ren Yuanhao.
"Hey, kid, better safe than sorry. Peng Lin hasn't decided to forfeit yet, are you celebrating too early?"
Ren Yuanhao's eyes showed no fear. Da Feng Novel Network.
"Hmph, what's the use of someone who's given up hope, even if they don't forfeit? It'll just mean they take two more punches from me and suffer more. Don't you think so, trash?"
Xiao Chong walked towards Peng Lin with a mocking smile. The referee, however, blocked him. "Peng Lin hasn't answered me yet. What do you want, Xiao Chong?"
"What do I want? You forget so quickly about bullying my junior brother?"
"What do you mean?" The referee's gaze was cold, his entire being like a lion sharpening its claws!
"What I mean is," before Xiao Chong could finish speaking, he surprisingly extended his right leg and leaned forward with his shoulder, performing the very same over-the-shoulder throw that the referee had used on Zhou Jun earlier!
However, the referee's strength was evident. This lunge was immediately dodged. The referee roared, "Kid, don't think you can act recklessly just because you're strong. There's always someone stronger, the heavens are vast!"
"Alright then, let me test how high your 'heavens' really are!"
With extremely peculiar footwork, Xiao Chong continuously lunged at the referee, as if determined to perform an over-the-shoulder throw to avenge Zhou Jun and vent his anger. Meanwhile, Chu Tianxiong, who was watching from the sidelines and was naturally competitive, stood with his arms crossed, showing no intention of intervening.
But at that moment, Peng Lin suddenly flashed in front of Xiao Chong, parrying his sharp attacks with the Star Picking Hand. He looked up abruptly, "Xiao Chong, our match isn't over yet!"
"Oh? Has the trash finally made up its mind?" Xiao Chong shook his arms, pushing away the opponent's hand, then brushed off some dust from his body, sneering, "Good. Since the trash still wants to get beaten, my good referee, I'll let you off the hook for now. I'll settle with you later!"
Xiao Chong's killing intent was fully ignited, with no room for mercy. In just three to four exchanges, he pushed Peng Lin back to the ropes. Instead of knocking him down directly, he repeatedly struck Peng Lin's chest and abdomen with his sandbag-sized fists, much like a frenzied star cruelly abusing an intruder!
A raw scent of blood swirled upwards with the wind entering the martial arts hall. The unforeseen fight, like this rising gust of bloody wind, rendered everyone speechless.
Shen Lannin, watching from the stands, looked like a frenzied tigress ready to rush onto the stage to stop it, but Ren Yuanhao grabbed her!
"What are you doing? A coach can't just rush onto the stage during a match!"
"Are you just going to let me watch Peng Lin get crippled by his opponent?" Fire seemed to erupt from Shen Lannin's pupils.
"The referee is watching, everything will be fine!"
Before Ren Yuanhao finished speaking, the referee indeed pushed away the enraged Xiao Chong.
"That's enough! This is a Taekwondo match, not a place for you to vent your anger. If you keep hitting like this, this kid's career might be ruined!"
The referee glared, his killing intent surging out like solidified mist.
"Hmph, very good, such strong killing intent. As a referee, aren't you meddling too much? That trash hasn't conceded, and the countdown hasn't stopped. By doing this, you're clearly going against me."
Xiao Chong's muscles bulged like small hills, his veins like ancient, gnarled tree roots. Although he was much younger, his aura of combat far surpassed the referee's.
At this moment, two individuals, who had already risen from the referee chief's seats, were whispering, "Old Zhu, this young man's aura of combat is already ingrained in his bones. If this continues, we might lose a good prospect."
"At this point, shouldn't you, as the president, step in?"
Old Zhu's tone was not relaxed, clearly showing his extreme worry about the current situation.
"Look at these spectators, and the live media. This is the content they want to see. As hosts, we not only have to consider the tournament but also these new media outlets. We should just watch obediently."
The two on the stage continued to face off. Even without any moves, everyone could feel the suffocating killing intent, like a low-pressure system.
The live camera focused on the stage, the spotlights blazing, the atmosphere frozen to the extreme. Even the keyboard warriors had forgotten to post comments.
"Referee, show me your rank. I don't want to fight trash anymore."
Xiao Chong gathered his strength, like a drawn bow.
"I advise you to give up, so you don't say I bullied a kid." The referee slowly tossed his referee's ID from his pocket in front of Xiao Chong, his eyes as cold as ice.
Xiao Chong let out a cold snort and picked up the certificate. It clearly stated what he read aloud: "Oh? My goodness, Black Belt 7th Dan. Truly not trash. Very good, I shall now bully the young!"
He arrogantly tossed the referee's ID aside. His footwork was lightning fast, his feet pounding the stage with a terrifying 'thump-thump' sound. Relying on his strong physique, he unleashed a high leg kick straight ahead.
The referee hadn't engaged in actual combat for a long time. There's a saying in martial arts: "Fists fear the young and strong." This strike had more power than momentum, making it difficult to block head-on. However, starting the first round with evasion meant a slight loss of momentum.
With all his might, he resolutely abandoned evasion. The referee moved like a slippery loach, slipping his hand between the sweeping leg at the last moment, firmly gripping the opponent's downward-pressing leg!
Bang!
A muffled, hollow sound erupted from the stage, resonating through the martial arts hall like distant thunder. Dust flew, and a gust of wind surged like waves.
"Vajra Pillar Hold! Top-tier defensive skill." The president's eyesight was exceptional; he immediately recognized the referee's technique.
Even more terrifying was the referee's unwavering posture, like an angry Vajra, making people's hearts tremble.
But at that moment, Xiao Chong grinned, his fangs like a vampire's biting his lower lip. He suddenly spun in the opposite direction, using his gripped leg as the pivot. The referee felt a surge of great force, his face turning pale. He couldn't control his reverse rotation and thought, "This is not good." Just then, he saw Xiao Chong's other leg descend heavily towards his crown!
Bang!
The stage instantly resonated like a taiko drum, 'thump-thump'.
The referee, who had just gained the advantage, immediately fell to his knees. A line of blood snaked down from the top of his head, forking along the sides of his nose.