In a mist of blood, amid Yin Hu’s blurred vision, he glimpsed a figure dressed in ethereal white.
He knew his retina had been ruptured by punches, unable to see clearly.
He also knew that he had just gambled—and lost.
Not only did he let the opponent earn 90 points for free, but he lost the hard-earned 90 points of the Imperial Team completely.
The defeat was truly devastating.
Even though he had the secret technique given by Miss Gu, why did he lose so badly?
Above him, a light laughter sounded.
It seed to mock his obstinacy.
Yin Hu painfully lifted his head along the white figure, trying to recognize, "Miss Xi... what... what are you laughing at?"
Zuzi stood at the edge of the grass, lightly tapping with her jade fingers, making the blood dripping from Yin Hu’s eyeballs and wounds stop instantly: "You dirtied the grass."
Blood dripped onto the weeds, bending the sprightly little grass buds suffocating.
Yin Hu: "..."
Miss Xi was laughing at him, useless like him, worth less than the grass?!
However.
The next mont.
Zuzi’s calm voice sounded again: "I’m laughing at you, that even now, you still think what Gu Shiyin taught you is an unparalleled martial skill."
"Isn’t it?" Yin Hu’s voice was hoarse.
Even though he failed, he never doubted Gu Shiyin, always thinking it was his own stupidity, failing to grasp the essence of the moves she taught.
Zuzi glanced at him: "Every punch you throw has nine-tenths of its strength rebounding back onto yourself, and for every bit of power you exert, nine-tenths of your energy is consud until it drains completely."
"How, how could this be? No, Miss Gu is a master of Ancient Martial Arts, she personally guided , for my benefit, she wouldn’t intentionally cause my demise..." A faint terror rose in Yin Hu’s heart, unwilling to admit.
Zuzi didn’t even bother to lift her eyelash, speaking indifferently: "She wasn’t trying to kill you. If you die, who will provide her with energy sustenance?"
After all, previously, Gu Shiyin looked for won who coveted the Golden Finger, the overwhelming yin energy required balancing with a man.
Few realize that certain punches are also a Golden Finger, parasitizing on humans and sapping their nutrients.
Yin Hu trembled all over listening, unable to process in his mind at the mont.
But reflecting on the earlier confrontation, he indeed had a feeling, even if he exerted all his power, when hitting the opponent, it was soft and barely reached ten percent.
Where did all that strength dissipate to?
He rembered this situation arose right after Gu Shiyin sent him a motivating text ssage, was it... truly not a coincidence?
"But, but they brought in a peculiar coach, how do we know their coach didn’t use an Evil Technique against ?" Yin Hu suddenly thought of the mysterious robed coach within the M country team.
Perhaps that was the true source of his failure?
Zuzi lazily tapped her jade finger: "Such petty tricks are insignificant. If you truly want to verify who caused your downfall, avoid using that flesh-eating punch next round, wouldn’t you know the answer?"
The enemy remains the sa; if changing the punches allows victory, then the issue lies with the technique, not the enemy’s trickery.
This indeed is the simplest yet most effective verification thod.
However, Yin Hu hesitated for a mont: "Can I, in such a state, still go on?"
He sprawled miserably on the grass like a dead dog.
Moreover, without Gu Shiyin’s techniques, should he rely on military boxing?
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