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Martial Youth

Campus Arc: First Battle in the Ring

The corridor outside the gymnasium was much noisier than usual.

First-years, second-years, and third-years had almost all crowded over. Some leaned over the railings. Some held drinks. Some had simply come to watch the excitement.

“I heard the Martial Arts Club is having an exchange match today.”

“Is that Lin Hao going up too?”

“You mean the one who trains every day until his clothes are soaked?”

“Yeah. I heard he practices Bajiquan.”

“Baji? Isn’t that a really hard-hitting style?”

“Who knows? He looks like he’s good at crashing into people, anyway.”

At the other end of the corridor, Lin Hao was tying his wrist wraps while constantly looking toward the arena.

Gu Chengyuan leaned against the wall, lazily spinning a water bottle in his hand.

“If you keep staring, the ring isn’t going to walk over here by itself.”

Lin Hao turned back and glared at him.

“I’m checking the atmosphere!”

“The atmosphere?” Gu Chengyuan glanced at him. “You look more like you’re about to run into a wall.”

“I practice Baji. I don’t run into walls!”

Yeqing stood beside them and did not interrupt. She only handed Lin Hao a bottle of water.

Lin Hao took it and smiled.

“Thanks.”

Yeqing nodded lightly.

Lin Jing walked over from behind them, holding the match list in her hand.

She swept her gaze across the three of them, her tone calm.

“Today is not a street fight. It is not a place for showing off either.”

Lin Hao immediately stood straight.

Lin Jing looked at him.

“Go up there. See your opponent clearly. Finish the match. Come back down.”

She paused.

“Especially you, Lin Hao.”

Lin Hao pointed at himself.

“Me?”

“Do not start by treating yourself like the main character of the final episode.”

Gu Chengyuan almost laughed out loud.

Lin Hao’s face reddened.

“Teacher, that one kind of hurts.”

Lin Jing’s expression did not change.

“As long as it works.”

Just then, the announcement sounded from inside the gym.

“Participating competitors, please prepare to enter.”

The lights in the arena fell.

The noise from the stands gradually settled, as if pressed down by an invisible weight.

Lin Hao clenched his fist.

There was sweat in his palm.

But his eyes were bright.

It was not fear.

It was excitement.

First Match

“First match—Lin Hao versus Li Hongyang!”

Lin Hao stood at the center of the ring.

Across from him, Li Hongyang had already taken his stance.

His fingers were slightly bent, hanging like hooks, while his gaze stayed locked firmly on Lin Hao’s centerline.

Lin Hao also raised his guard.

Shoulders sunk.

Elbows dropped.

Feet rooted.

Li Hongyang glanced at him and spoke calmly.

“Bajiquan.”

Lin Hao froze slightly.

Li Hongyang stepped forward, his tone still steady.

“I’ve fought plenty of it.”

The air tightened instantly.

He continued:

“Straight lines. Explosive force. Close range.”

He paused.

“Easy to read.”

Lin Hao frowned.

At ringside, Gu Chengyuan’s originally lazy expression faded slightly.

“That guy knows his stuff.”

Yeqing did not speak. She only watched the ring quietly.

Lin Hao took a deep breath.

The referee raised a hand.

“Ready—”

A brief silence.

“Begin!”

The instant the word fell, Lin Hao moved first.

No probing.

He stepped in and drove his right fist directly toward Li Hongyang’s chest.

Qingxuan Baji: Crushing Fist

The punch was straight.

And heavy.

But Li Hongyang did not retreat.

He only shifted his shoulder sideways, placed his left hand against Lin Hao’s wrist, and hooked his knuckles downward.

Lin Hao’s punch line was diverted.

In the next instant, Li Hongyang’s foot had already cut inside Lin Hao’s lead foot.

Before Lin Hao could pull back his force, his entire center of gravity was taken away.

Bang!

His back slammed into the ring.

A cry of surprise rose from the stands.

Lin Hao gritted his teeth, rolled over, and immediately got back to his feet.

His wrist was a little numb.

It did not hurt much.

But the feeling of being caught in advance was extremely unpleasant.

Li Hongyang looked at him.

“The moment you came in, I knew where you were going to strike.”

Lin Hao did not answer.

He stepped in again.

This time, the punch was heavier.

Qingxuan Baji: Gate-Shaking Fist

Li Hongyang still turned sideways.

Hooked the wrist.

Cut the foot.

The same movement.

Lin Hao tried to pull his hand back, but discovered that the more he pulled, the more he was led.

His foot emptied beneath him.

His body lost balance again.

But this time, he did not let himself fall completely.

His other hand slammed onto the ring floor. His waist twisted, and he forced his body back around.

Li Hongyang was just about to follow up.

Lin Hao had already whipped an elbow back at him.

Qingxuan Baji: Outer Gate Counter

Whoosh!

The wind from the elbow brushed past Li Hongyang’s face.

Li Hongyang’s eyes shifted slightly, and he immediately pulled back half a step.

It missed.

But for the first time, he had retreated.

Lin Hao landed on one knee, panting as he raised his head.

There was no panic in his eyes.

Instead, they had grown even brighter.

At ringside, Gu Chengyuan raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

The corner of his mouth lifted.

“At least he knows how to bite back now.”

Yeqing looked at Lin Hao’s feet.

“But his lead foot is still dead.”

Gu Chengyuan glanced at her.

Yeqing did not explain. She only continued watching the ring.

Lin Hao took a breath.

He lowered his head and looked at his own foot.

Lead foot.

Again, the lead foot.

Every time he stepped in, his foot seemed nailed to the ground.

Before his punch was even fully delivered, the opponent’s hand and foot had already entered together.

It was not that Li Hongyang was faster.

It was that Lin Hao had handed over his path too early.

Lin Hao slowly clenched his fist.

The third time, he stepped out again.

Li Hongyang’s eyes moved.

The same wrist hook.

The same foot cut.

But this time, Lin Hao’s lead foot did not root itself dead.

He only stepped half a pace.

His punch did not fully extend either.

When Li Hongyang’s hand came to hook him, Lin Hao sank his shoulder and forcefully pressed his wrist inward by half an inch.

It was caught.

But not firmly.

Li Hongyang’s brow furrowed faintly.

Using that half inch, Lin Hao drove his left shoulder straight in.

Qingxuan Baji: Iron Mountain Lean

Bang!

His shoulder crashed into Li Hongyang’s chest.

Li Hongyang retreated half a step.

Only half a step.

But for the first time, everyone saw him being forced back by Lin Hao.

Lin Hao’s eyes lit up.

It worked.

He did not stop. His foot hooked in, and he tried to throw Li Hongyang’s center of gravity outward.

Qingxuan Baji: Outer Gate Break

But Li Hongyang reacted even faster.

His right hand slapped down, pressing directly on Lin Hao’s shoulder line, while his knee drove inward.

Lin Hao gave a muffled grunt.

The throw had not even formed before it was forcibly cut off.

Li Hongyang stuck to him.

It was not simply getting close.

He adhered.

Hand to hand.

Shoulder pressing shoulder.

His footwork firmly blocked Lin Hao’s forward path.

In the next instant, he punched straight into the centerline.

Bang!

Lin Hao was forced back three steps. His back nearly hit the boundary line.

At ringside, a student could not help shouting:

“Lin Hao! Watch out!”

Lin Hao heard it.

But he did not look toward the side.

His eyes were fixed only on Li Hongyang’s hands.

Before Li Hongyang hooked the wrist, his fingers loosened first.

Before he cut the foot, his shoulder tilted slightly left.

Very small.

So small that it could not be seen unless one stared carefully.

Lin Hao gritted his teeth.

Li Hongyang closed in again.

This time, he struck first.

His fingers loosened slightly.

Lin Hao moved.

He did not retreat.

Nor did he force his way forward.

His lead foot shifted outward, and his body angled open by half an inch.

Li Hongyang’s hand caught slightly empty.

Lin Hao did not let the chance go.

He immediately stepped in.

First, one punch pressed the centerline.

Qingxuan Baji: Crushing Fist

Li Hongyang raised his hand to hook, but Lin Hao’s knee had already driven into the inside of his thigh.

Qingxuan Baji: Crashing Knee

Bang!

Li Hongyang’s center tilted.

Lin Hao’s elbow point pushed upward along the opponent’s forearm, forcibly breaking open the joint line.

Qingxuan Baji: Stake-Breaking Elbow

Li Hongyang tried to retreat.

But Lin Hao had already followed in.

One step.

Close range.

Rise.

Turn the hips.

A spinning elbow whipped out from point-blank range.

Qingxuan Baji: Outer Gate Counter

Bang!

The elbow point struck Li Hongyang squarely in the face.

Li Hongyang’s head snapped to the side. His vision instantly went black, and his footwork lost half a beat.

That was it.

His hand loosened.

His shoulder line opened.

Lin Hao sank his step. His whole body seemed to root into the ground.

“Baji—”

His voice was low.

The punch was not large either.

It was not a beautiful technique.

It was simply taking the exact instant when the opponent was dizzy, his hand loose, and his centerline open, then sending force up from beneath his feet.

Qingxuan Baji: Cloud Break

Bang!

The short punch drove into Li Hongyang’s chest.

Li Hongyang’s chest tightened, and his entire body was shaken back two steps.

He tried to stand firm.

But the previous elbow was still ringing in his head.

Lin Hao followed.

No grand finishing move.

Only a solid short punch to the chin.

It was not wide and flashy. It simply struck the door that had already been opened and shook it once more.

Qingxuan Baji: Gate-Shaking Fist

Bang!

Li Hongyang’s body swayed, and one knee dropped to the floor.

The referee immediately stepped forward.

“One!”

“Two!”

Li Hongyang tried to stand.

But the short force to his chest had broken his breathing for one beat.

“Three!”

“Four!”

He barely pushed himself up.

“Five!”

His feet wavered.

The referee glanced at him and immediately raised a hand.

“Stop!”

“Winner—Lin Hao!”

The entire arena went silent for an instant.

Then cheers erupted from the stands.

Lin Hao stood where he was, breathing heavily.

His wrist was still numb.

His shoulder hurt too.

If he had been even half a beat slower just now, he would have been taken down again.

Li Hongyang knelt on one knee and looked up at him.

“Just now… you didn’t enter straight.”

Lin Hao panted and scratched his head.

“I just thought getting thrown over and over really hurt.”

Li Hongyang froze for a second.

Then he laughed.

“That’s a very practical reason.”

Lin Hao smiled too.

“I’ve always been practical.”

At ringside, Gu Chengyuan folded his arms across his chest.

“That wasn’t Bagua.”

Yeqing looked at him.

The corner of Gu Chengyuan’s mouth lifted.

“He finally figured out not to keep walking through the front door.”

Lin Jing looked at Lin Hao calmly.

“Still very rough.”

Lin Hao had just stepped down from the ring when he heard that. His shoulders immediately slumped.

“Teacher, I just won.”

Lin Jing looked at him.

“That is why it is worth fixing.”

Yeqing handed him a towel.

Lin Hao took it and froze for a moment.

“Thanks.”

Yeqing nodded lightly.

“That last strike was not bad.”

Lin Hao’s eyes instantly lit up.

Gu Chengyuan clicked his tongue from the side.

“The difference in treatment is obvious.”

Yeqing turned her face away.

“There is no difference.”

And within the crowd, one gaze remained fixed on them.

It did not move away.

Second Match

“Competitor for the second match, please enter the ring!”

Gu Chengyuan stepped onto the ring.

As he walked, he rolled his wrist and muttered under his breath:

“Why do I suddenly feel like this floor is really hard?”

From ringside, Lin Hao shouted:

“Good luck!”

Gu Chengyuan turned back and glanced at him.

“Keep your voice down. I haven’t lost yet.”

Lin Hao froze.

“I’m cheering for you!”

Gu Chengyuan smiled.

“That’s why I told you to keep it down.”

Yeqing lowered her head and could not help smiling.

Gu Chengyuan walked to the center of the ring.

Across from him, Zhou Liehuo was already waiting.

He was a little sturdier than Gu Chengyuan, with broad shoulders. His stance looked relaxed, but it was steady.

The two stood facing each other.

Zhou Liehuo looked at Gu Chengyuan and suddenly smiled.

“Why aren’t you at club practice playing drums? What are you doing here in a match?”

Gu Chengyuan froze, then looked carefully.

“…Senior?”

At ringside, Lin Hao blinked.

“They know each other?”

Yeqing said softly:

“He seems to be a senior from the Music Club.”

Zhou Liehuo moved his shoulders, and his gaze narrowed with the motion.

“Normal times are normal times. Here is here.”

He paused.

“Fight properly.”

“This match—let’s call it our performance.”

Gu Chengyuan laughed.

“Then don’t steal the beat.”

The corner of Zhou Liehuo’s mouth lifted.

“Keep up first.”

The referee raised a hand.

“Ready—begin!”

Before the words had fully fallen, Zhou Liehuo had already attacked.

The jab arrived first.

Not heavy.

But fast.

Gu Chengyuan tilted his head to avoid it. Just as he was about to step inside, the second punch had already pressed toward his centerline.

Bang!

The fist brushed past his shoulder.

Gu Chengyuan retreated half a step.

Zhou Liehuo did not chase aggressively.

He simply maintained the distance and jabbed again.

Once.

Twice.

The third suddenly changed into a straight punch.

Gu Chengyuan raised his hand to block it, and his arm shook.

Before he could lower it, Zhou Liehuo’s front kick had already landed on his abdomen.

Bang!

Gu Chengyuan was kicked back one step.

At ringside, Lin Hao could not help frowning.

“So stable.”

Yeqing watched Zhou Liehuo’s footwork.

“Every strike is pushing Ah Yuan back to the same distance.”

On the ring, Gu Chengyuan shook out his hand.

Zhou Liehuo smiled.

“You can’t just dodge. You have to hit.”

The moment his words fell, he pressed forward again.

Jab to force the eyes.

Right hand to pressure the centerline.

Front kick to control distance.

Simple.

Direct.

But extremely annoying.

Several times, Gu Chengyuan tried to close in, only to be struck at the exact distance where he was neither fully in nor fully out.

He was not heavily injured.

But every strike made him uncomfortable.

It felt like the beat had just been about to land, only for someone to cut it off early.

Zhou Liehuo glanced down and laughed.

“Not enough power.”

He paused.

“No girlfriend or something?”

At ringside, Lin Hao froze.

“You can attack with that too?”

Yeqing: “…”

Gu Chengyuan frowned.

“You’re really annoying.”

Zhou Liehuo laughed even harder.

The next instant, his offense sped up.

Jab to blind the eyes.

Footwork stepping into the danger zone.

Left and right hooks pressed in one after another.

An upward kick sliced through the air.

Gu Chengyuan turned sideways and avoided it, but before he could steady himself, Zhou Liehuo’s hook had already followed in.

Bang!

Gu Chengyuan was forced back several steps, his shoes scraping across the ring.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes never left Zhou Liehuo’s shoulder.

It was not simply speed.

Nor was he attacking randomly.

After every jab, Zhou Liehuo’s right shoulder would sink slightly.

Very briefly.

So briefly it looked like natural relaxation.

But on the next beat, it would either be a right straight or a right uppercut.

Gu Chengyuan inhaled.

So that was it.

Zhou Liehuo attacked again.

Jab.

Gu Chengyuan did not fully retreat.

He only tilted his head aside.

The instant the right shoulder sank—

Gu Chengyuan moved.

He did not wait for the second punch to come out. Instead, he directly slapped aside the punch line before it had fully unfolded.

Wolf Fang Beat: Misstep

His footwork cut in.

His shoulder turned slightly.

Bang!

The intercepting strike landed.

Zhou Liehuo’s body paused.

It was not very heavy.

But the rhythm was broken.

Gu Chengyuan did not let it go.

He stepped another half pace.

Left hand pressed the arm. Right hand struck short.

Wolf Fang Beat: Counter

Bang!

Zhou Liehuo retreated half a step.

At ringside, Lin Hao’s eyes lit up.

“He hit him!”

Yeqing looked at Gu Chengyuan, and her gaze shifted slightly.

But Zhou Liehuo was not Li Hongyang.

After being hit, he actually laughed.

“Caught it?”

Gu Chengyuan shook out his hand.

“A little.”

“Then let’s go again.”

Zhou Liehuo stepped in again.

This time, he deliberately slowed the jab.

Just as Gu Chengyuan was about to catch the shoulder, Zhou Liehuo suddenly lowered the punch line and struck toward his lower abdomen.

Gu Chengyuan reacted quickly, but he was still half a beat slow.

Smack!

The fist scraped into his side.

Pain exploded instantly.

Gu Chengyuan’s body tilted.

Zhou Liehuo’s straight punch immediately pressed forward, trying to push him back outside the distance again.

Gu Chengyuan gritted his teeth and forced his body sideways to let it pass. His palm stuck to the opponent’s forearm.

Not blocking.

Sticking.

Wolf Fang Beat: Stick

Zhou Liehuo tried to pull his hand back.

Gu Chengyuan followed the direction of that retreat and cut inward.

Short distance.

His right hook turned and struck Zhou Liehuo across the side of the face.

Wolf Fang Beat: Reverse

Bang!

Zhou Liehuo gave a muffled grunt and stepped back.

Both of them stopped at the same time.

Their breathing had grown heavier.

Zhou Liehuo looked at Gu Chengyuan, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“Now that’s more like it.”

Gu Chengyuan rotated his arm.

“That strike to the lower abdomen was dirty.”

“In a match, it’s called tactics.”

“Then I’ll use some tactics too.”

In the final exchange, both of them stepped out at the same time.

Zhou Liehuo’s jab pressed first.

Gu Chengyuan did not retreat. He advanced.

The jab brushed past his cheek.

Zhou Liehuo’s right shoulder sank.

Gu Chengyuan prepared to intercept.

But this time, Zhou Liehuo did not throw the right hand.

He suddenly withdrew half a step, deliberately opening the distance.

Gu Chengyuan’s eyes sharpened.

He did not retreat.

He knew Zhou Liehuo was waiting for him to overextend, then counterattack.

So he did not fully commit his punch.

He only pressed forward half a step.

The moment Zhou Liehuo’s counter began, Gu Chengyuan had already cut in along that beat.

Wolf Fang Beat: Cut

The distance—

He had taken it.

The instant Zhou Liehuo withdrew his fist, his chin opened for one beat.

Gu Chengyuan punched into it.

It was not a beautiful punch.

It was even a bit forced.

But it was accurate.

Bang!

Zhou Liehuo stepped back.

The smile remained at the corner of his mouth, but that strike to the chin clearly disrupted his breathing for one beat.

Gu Chengyuan, because he had rushed in too hard, nearly dropped to one knee.

The referee immediately stepped forward to check.

Zhou Liehuo looked at Gu Chengyuan.

In the end, he smiled and raised his hand.

“Stop. I concede.”

Gu Chengyuan froze.

The referee raised his hand.

“Winner—Gu Chengyuan!”

At ringside, Lin Hao could not help shouting:

“That was so cool!”

Gu Chengyuan turned to look at him.

“Keep it low-key.”

Lin Hao shouted back:

“Your face does not look low-key at all!”

Zhou Liehuo patted his chest and nodded.

“Not bad.”

He paused.

“You’re starting to hear the beat.”

Gu Chengyuan smiled.

“I learned it from you.”

Zhou Liehuo turned and left the ring.

“Next time—you lead the rhythm.”

Gu Chengyuan watched his back, the corner of his mouth rising slightly.

At ringside, Lin Jing said calmly:

“You can finally fight.”

Gu Chengyuan’s foot paused as he stepped down.

“Teacher, that compliment sounds a lot like an insult.”

Lin Jing looked at him.

“You may understand it as progress.”

“Then thank you so much.”

Yeqing looked at Gu Chengyuan without speaking.

But her eyes shifted slightly.

He had changed too.

In the distance, that gaze still remained.

It did not leave.

Third Match

The third match.

Hinata Kikuta stepped onto the ring.

Unlike the previous two matches, there was no extra movement when he entered.

No jokes.

No looking at the audience.

He only walked quietly to his position.

Across from him stood Shen Luo.

Like a tree.

Motionless.

Yet impossible to approach carelessly.

The two took their positions.

Hinata lowered his head slightly in greeting.

Shen Luo did not return the gesture.

He only looked at him.

The referee raised his hand.

“Ready—begin!”

The air went silent for an instant.

Hinata moved first.

A straight punch cut in along a direct line.

Tsukiumi Style: Straight

Shen Luo’s hand moved slightly.

Not to block.

To touch.

The instant he received Hinata’s force, his wrist turned, and his footwork carried outward.

Hinata’s punch had fully extended.

His force had fully traveled.

So his entire arm was drawn away.

Shen Luo followed the momentum and cut in.

Shoulder check.

Low sweep.

Bang!

Hinata was thrown heavily onto the ground.

The entire arena was shocked.

Lin Hao widened his eyes.

“How did—”

Lin Jing said calmly:

“He is not blocking.”

She paused.

“He is borrowing.”

Hinata stood up.

His elbow had scraped against the ring and broken the skin slightly.

He lowered his head and glanced at it, but did not frown.

He only looked back at Shen Luo.

Second time.

Hinata entered again.

This time, he withdrew his punch earlier.

Tsukiumi Style: Withdraw

Shen Luo raised his hand to borrow the force, but he could not catch the full power.

However, Hinata had pulled back too soon.

The distance was not enough.

His fist stopped half an inch in front of Shen Luo’s chest.

Shen Luo did not miss the chance.

His palm pressed down and directly locked onto Hinata’s forearm.

Hinata immediately pulled his hand back.

But Shen Luo’s foot had already entered.

His knee drove into the outside of Hinata’s thigh.

Bang!

Hinata’s body tilted.

Shen Luo guided again.

Hinata was forced back two steps and nearly fell out of bounds.

At ringside, Gu Chengyuan said quietly:

“If the force is too full, it gets borrowed. If it stops too early, it cannot reach.”

Lin Hao frowned.

“Then how do you hit?”

Gu Chengyuan watched the ring.

“You have to get it just right.”

Hinata steadied himself.

His breathing was slightly shorter than before.

He finally understood.

Shen Luo was not reacting quickly.

He was waiting for the force to complete before borrowing it.

If the strike was full, it would be taken away.

If it stopped too early, it would not reach.

Then the only answer was to strike at seventy percent.

Then change.

The third time, Hinata stepped in.

Straight punch.

Shen Luo raised his hand.

At the instant of contact, Hinata’s fist paused by half a fraction.

Not withdrawing.

Stopping.

Tsukiumi Style: Halt

Shen Luo’s borrowing force fell empty.

The next instant, Hinata turned his wrist and inserted the punch line inward.

The straight punch drove in.

Bang!

The first hit landed.

Shen Luo’s chest shook.

Hinata did not stop.

A knife-hand chopped downward.

Tsukiumi Style: Drop

Shen Luo raised his hand to block.

But this time, Hinata did not fully commit the force.

The instant the knife-hand touched, it changed line.

It turned into an upper straight punch.

Tsukiumi Style: Return

Bang!

Another hit.

Shen Luo retreated half a step.

At ringside, Gu Chengyuan said quietly:

“He is controlling the amount of force.”

Lin Hao watched the ring.

“He isn’t getting faster?”

Gu Chengyuan shook his head.

“He is getting more precise.”

Hinata pressed forward.

Two high kicks.

The first kick reached eighty percent and was blocked by Shen Luo.

But the second did not fully extend.

Before it touched Shen Luo’s arm, Hinata suddenly shortened the force, cutting the angle inward.

Closer.

Straighter.

Tsukiumi Style: Storm

Shen Luo prepared to neutralize it.

But he was a moment slow.

Bang!

It hit the chin.

Shen Luo’s body shook.

Before he could regain balance—

Hinata stepped in.

Close-range knee strike.

Bang!

Another hit.

The air froze.

Shen Luo swayed and fell.

The referee quickly began the count.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

Shen Luo tried to get up.

But his rhythm had already broken.

His body could not keep up.

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

Hinata stood where he was.

He did not chase.

He did not show any victorious expression.

He only watched quietly.

“Nine!”

“Ten!”

The referee raised his hand.

“Match over!”

“Winner—Hinata Kikuta!”

The arena went quiet for a moment.

This match was not as lively as the first two.

Because it was too fast.

And too clean.

Hinata did not linger.

He only nodded slightly to the referee and turned to leave the ring.

Lin Hao watched his back and could not help saying quietly:

“He feels like… he doesn’t fight the same way we do.”

Gu Chengyuan looked at Hinata and, rarely, did not joke.

“He is not fighting with passion.”

Yeqing softly continued:

“He is cutting points.”

Lin Jing watched Hinata step down from the ring.

Her expression was calm.

But her eyes were deeper than before.

Yeqing also watched his back.

Her gaze darkened slightly.

It was not just that he was strong.

He was too precise.

And in the distance—

That gaze—

This time, it stopped on Hinata.

It did not move away.

As if it had finally confirmed something.

The lights fell upon the center of the ring.

The noise surged back.

But Lin Hao suddenly felt that this campus exchange match was not as simple as he had first imagined.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEp9kFME4Un

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Martial Youth

Campus Arc: First Battle in the Ring

First Match

Second Match

Third Match

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