Chapter 85 - The Reason To Win (1)

After the staff cleaned up the ring, along with cheers, Bahuang Yao and her opponent walked onto the ring.

"Before the competition begins, I would like to interview you guys with a few questions. Is it convenient for you to answer?"

The host, Ah Yong, stood in the middle of the ring and asked around.

"Sure." Candidate No. 08, Zhao Mucha, nodded.

"..." Bahuang Yao bit her lip. She wanted to reject, but she didn't say it out loud.

"Very good." The host first passed the microphone to Zhao Mucha's mouth. "May I ask, Student Zhao Mucha, do you have confidence in this battle?"

"Yes."

"Where does confidence come from?"

"My strength is stronger than hers." Zhao Mucha told the truth.

As a Level 1.2 martial artist, he didn't think that he wouldn't be able to defeat a Level 1 little girl.

"Then, what is your ideal ranking for this year's College Entrance Exam?"

"Top eight."

"Why?"

"There's no why." Zhao Mucha was a little impatient.

Seeing this, the host, Ah Yong, immediately turned the microphone to Bahuang Yao. "Hello, Bahuang Yao. After listening to the opponent's speech, what do you think?"

Bahuang Yao lowered her head. "..."

"Do you have confidence in this match?"

Bahuang Yao: "..."

"Don't have hope for your own victory?"

Bahuang Yao: "..."

"Classmate, please relax. We're just interacting for a bit, don't be nervous." The host's forehead was covered in sweat. "At the very least, you should greet your friends who are paying attention to you in all of Qingcheng City."

Hearing this, Bahuang Yao didn't dare to say anything.

The host was embarrassed. "Alright, looks like our contestant Bahuang Yao is a little shy, so let's not make things difficult for the little girl. The competition is coming up, so it's inevitable for her to be nervous. Let's wish her a good performance..."

"Top scorer..."

At this moment, Bahuang Yao squeezed out a voice from her throat.

Zhao Mucha, who was opposite her, raised his eyebrows.

The host, Ah Yong, was also stunned. He quickly passed the microphone over. "Classmate, what did you say?"

"Top scorer..."

"What top scorer?"

Bahuang Yao slowly raised her head, her small face flushed red. "My goal... is to be the top scorer."

"Wow!" The host took half a step back exaggeratedly. "Student Bahuang Yao, are you saying that your goal in this exam is to become the top scorer?"

"...Yes."

"Why?"

"..." Bahuang Yao was silent.

"Good!"The host immediately controlled the tempo. "Very spirited! Mr. Lu Xun once said, "As bold as a person is, as productive as the land!" Students who did not want to be the top scorers are not good students. Any miracle started from the most unrealistic wish. Let's give a round of applause to Bahuang Yao!"

Hualala...

The applause in the stadium was thunderous.

Off the stage, Chen Yu facepalmed. "This is so taunting..."

...

"Excuse me, are you done hosting?"

Beside them, the female examiner who had been patient for a long time said in a deep voice, "The examinees need to start the competition."

"Okay, okay." The host hurriedly stepped down from the stage. "Then the official round of the seventh chapter, Number 08 Zhao Mucha versus Number 20 Bahuang Yao, begins!"

After waiting for the host, Ah Yong, to walk away, the female examiner walked to the center of the ring and said, "The competition time is twenty minutes. Now, I will bless you."

After saying that, the female examiner mobilized her strength, and two balls of light immediately surrounded Bahuang Yao and Zhao Mucha.

After the blessing was over, the female examiner stepped back and raised her right hand. "The competition... Begins!"

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The bell rang.

The spirits of Bahuang Yao and Zhao Mucha froze.

"Admit defeat. Take advantage of the fact that I'm not fighting right now." Zhao Mucha took a standard boxing stance. "You're a Level 1 martial artist. You're no match for me."

"..."

Bahuang Yao didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took out a silk scarf from her pocket and tied her hair up tightly. "I won't admit defeat. I have... a reason to win."

Zhao Mucha narrowed his eyes. "Coincidentally, I also have a reason to win."

"..."

"..."

The arena gradually quieted down.

The two of them looked at each other for half a minute before erupting with the strength in their bodies at the same time!

Zhao Mucha -- Level 1.22.

Bahuang Yao -- Level 1.04.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The blossoming strength brought with it a chaotic whirlwind that blew away the dust in the arena.

The first to make a move was Zhao Mucha.

As a powerful party, the best choice was to end the battle quickly and reduce the consumption. The best choice was to wait for the next opponent.

Peng!

His left leg bent and straightened! He shot out and charged towards Bahuang Yao.

His speed was so fast that he was like a sharp arrow!

Bhang Yao's pupils constricted as she rolled back one meter.

Dong!

A heavy punch landed on the spot where she was standing.

Judging from the damage caused by the flying bricks, Zhao Mucha had the intention to kill.

The 60,000-plus audience members also drew in a breath of cold air.

It was rare to encounter such intensity in the first round of the official competition...

"I told you, you're no match for me." Zhao Mucha slowly withdrew his heavy punch and twisted his joints that made cracking sounds. "Once you die, there's nothing left."

"..."

Bahuang Yao's gaze gradually became sharp. She charged forward in a Z shape, raised her whip leg, and kicked at the side of Zhao Mucha's face.

She used action as a substitute for a reply.

"Okay."

Zhao Mucha did not stop. Facing the attack, he directly raised his shoulder and fiercely knocked away Bahuang Yao's whip leg.

"Wu--"

In the air, Bahuang Yao lost her center of gravity and fell forward.

Zhao Mucha seized the opportunity and swung his fist at Bahuang Yao's abdomen!

Dong!

"Pu..."

A mouthful of tainted blood mixed with food residue was spat out. The intense pain caused her to lose her focus for a moment.

Zhao Mucha took advantage of the victory and chased after her. He took a step forward and waved his arms, throwing out five punches in a second!

Dong!

Dong! Dong!

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Along with the crisp sound of bones breaking, Bahuang Yao was sent flying by the huge force.

However, before she could fly far away, she was grabbed by the ankles and pulled back.

"Ha!"

Bang!

The force exploded and Zhao Mucha's arms exerted strength. He actually roared and lifted the young lady up!

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

After three rounds, she fell heavily to the ground!

Pa!

Dong...

The bricks in the arena crumbled inch by inch!

In the dust and fog, one could clearly see strands of blood gathering into a puddle beneath Bahuang Yao's body..

"..."

The scene was completely silent.

In the VIP seats, the mayor subconsciously looked at the Bureau Chief beside him.

He saw that the Bureau Chief was expressionless.

It was as if the one being beaten up was not his daughter...

Pa da.

Zhao Mucha let go of his hand and said expressionlessly, "It's over. Announce the victory."

The female examiner looked at the motionless Bahuang Yao, then turned back to look at the examiner group. She walked onto the stage and raised her hand. "Then, the first round of the official competition, the seventh round..."

"Wait... Wait..."

Zhao Mucha and the female examiner were shocked and immediately turned their heads to look.

They saw that thin and small figure actually stand up shakily.

"Cough..."

After vomiting out a lump of blood, Bahuang Yao's entire body trembled. Her eyes were mixed with an indescribable will. "This is just... Just the beginning..."

"How can it be over..."