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"What, you're my opponent today?" With the cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Tao asked.

"That's right."

"Hmph, kid, did you buy any insurance?" Jiang TingTao sneered, "My attacks have always been heavy. When we get to the ring, if you lose an arm or a leg, don't cry."

"As long as you have the ability."

"Sure, then what are we waiting for?" Jiang Xiushan swallowed a mouthful of phlegm and walked up onto the stage shakily, "Come at me."

Outsiders might not feel it, but the fat coach could already hear the murderous intent in his voice. He could not help but come to the side of the arena and say, "Jiang Tingao, don't use such a heavy hand later!"

Jiang Tingxiao directly replied with a middle finger, "Scram, you don't have to say so much."

While they were talking, Duan Lingfei also walked up the stage, and when he passed by Su Xiaoqiao, he smiled at her, and said softly: "Don't worry."

Su Xiaoqiao, who was originally somewhat worried, instantly calmed down after hearing Duan Lingfei's guarantee.

The two of them stood opposite of each other in the ring. Jiang Xiushan still looked like a gangster, but no one would underestimate him after witnessing his methods last time.

On the other hand, although Duan Lingfei was 1.8 meters tall, he had a refined appearance and did not look strong either.

As a result, the members of the Taekwondo Association at Jin Quan University and the spectators booed. It was obvious that they felt that the disparity in this battle was too great and that there was no point in it. They did not think highly of Duan Lingfei.

"Kid, are you ready?" With a sneer, Jiang Tingxiao lit another cigarette for himself and then put his right hand behind his back. "Don't say that I am bullying you, but I can take care of you with just one hand."

"Sure." Duan Lingfei was not angry, and said with a smile.

In the next moment, Jiang Tao suddenly flew and kicked at Duan Lingfei's chest.

Unlike the average Taekwondo student, Jiang Xiushan practiced proper fighting techniques. When he was young, he had participated in international competitions, so naturally, he was much better than the average amateur.

In the blink of an eye, it had already reached Duan Lingfei's chest. If he were to be kicked, he would probably break his bones and vomit blood.

If it was an ordinary Taekwondo enthusiast, it would probably be difficult for him to dodge this kick, but Duan Lingfei was different.

Due to the development of his neural field, Duan Lingfei's reaction speed was much faster than that of ordinary people. In his eyes, Jiang Tingyu's attacks that were like gale winds were like slow movements, completely without any threat.

As a result, Jiang Tao watched helplessly as Duan Lingfei nimbly sidestepped, and his kick that was so powerful that it could have hit his target, grazed past's chest.

Furthermore, looking at his relaxed expression, it seemed that he still had some strength left.

In his heart, Jiang Tao's evaluation of Duan Lingfei had increased by a level, before his foot even landed on the ground, he had already flown out an elbow in midair, and struck right at Duan Lingfei's temple.

However, before he could even react, Duan Lingfei had already taken a step back as if he had expected Duan Lingfei to do so, and Jiang Xiushan's elbow hit nothing but air.

At first, he said that he wanted to let the other party have a hand, but then he subconsciously extended his right hand out from behind him, his five fingers forming a claw, grabbing towards Duan Lingfei's waist with lightning speed.

This "Ghost Yan San Lian" was the trump card that his master Jiang Tao had passed on to him along the way. It was his trump card and was something he never revealed easily to anyone, but now, because he felt Duan Lingfei's pressure, he subconsciously used it.

Although the moves were indeed exquisite, but under Duan Lingfei's extraordinary reaction speed, even the exquisite moves were useless.

Seeing that Jiang Tao's hand was approaching him, Duan Lingfei smiled and prepared to take a step to the right. Swoosh!

All he had to do was take a small step back and the opponent's attack wouldn't land on him because of the distance between them.

However, just as he was about to move, his vision suddenly went black, as if a steel needle had pierced into his brain from his temple. An intense pain suddenly struck him, causing him to involuntarily spasm all over.

This process only lasted for a short period of time, about a second. However, in an arena battle, a second was more than enough time to do many things.

Jiang Tingyu had trained bitterly in "Eagle Claw Art" before and could shatter wine bottles with her bare hands. When the claw landed on Duan Lingfei's waist, it immediately tore apart his Taekwondo clothes, leaving three deep bloody wounds on his waist.

Blood immediately gushed out, staining Duan Lingfei's clothes red. Duan Lingfei also staggered two steps back, looking somewhat miserable.

The audience was in an uproar. The members of the Jianghai University Taekwondo Society were all covering their mouths in disbelief. Before they came, they were filled with confidence towards the Great Devil King on their side.

On the other hand, the members and audience of Jin Quan University's Taekwondo Association all cheered in unison. Although that Jiang Xiushan looked like a hooligan, he was, after all, representing Jin Quan University at the moment, and his previous few moves were indeed beautiful.

As for what he said before the match about letting the opponent use one hand, it was completely ignored by everyone. In any case, if the result of the match was spoken, no one would stop at a joke.

"Kid, do you know how powerful he is?" On the stage, Jiang Xiushan proudly said as he flicked away the cigarette butt that had been pulled halfway into the air.

Even though he had boasted before the match that he was going to give the opponent one hand, Jiang Xiushan had never been one to keep his word. In his opinion, he could do anything he wanted in order to win.

To be able to force himself to use "Three Ghost Swallows Kill" was already considered an outstanding skill, but he was still injured. The damage to his waist would directly affect his core strength and his dodging speed would also be reduced.

In Jiang Tingxiao's opinion, there was no suspense for the following matches. All that was left for him to do was to perform.

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can help you reduce your suffering." He sneered.

But before he finished speaking, he heard Su Xiaoqiao shout from below the stage: "Duan Lingfei, don't be in a daze, beat him."

"Hey, little girl, did you not understand the situation?" He thought it was time to analyze the situation for these idiots.

"This Flower Protector of yours is already injured. The tearing of his muscles and the loss of a large amount of blood will cause his reaction to slow down. He's no match for me, he'll only be beaten like a dead dog by me."

"Scram!" "You're the one who's like a dead dog!" Su Xiaoqiao cursed back impolitely.

"It seems that you have a lot of confidence in him." Jiang Tingxiao laughed, "Why don't we make a bet? If I can't defeat him in three moves, even if I lose, I won't participate in the following matches. But if I defeat him, you can just let me kiss you."