Chapter Eleven: Taking Action, Power Revealed!
Soon, the exclusive area for Class Thirteen was filled with the sounds of fists and feet colliding. Yang Feng glanced over casually but quickly lost interest. Although the warm-up sparring was more thrilling than the martial arts films of his previous life, he was no longer a novice. To him, the classmates’ practice bouts seemed like children playing house—full of flaws, simple, and boring.
So he shifted his gaze to the practical combat instructor, Shi Qizheng. The man wasn’t tall, standing about 1.7 meters, but his casually revealed muscles were as solid as rock, commanding respect. Yang Feng wondered what it would be like to spar with him.
As if sensing Yang Feng’s gaze, Shi Qizheng turned around, but a puzzled expression soon crossed his face. He had just sensed some danger and, guided by his martial senses, looked toward the source—only to find no one there except an unfamiliar student.
“Strange,” Shi Qizheng frowned, scanning the surroundings once more before turning away, finding nothing unusual.
At that moment, Yang Feng quietly exhaled in relief. Martial senses really were sharp; he had only glanced a few extra times and had been noticed. Henceforth, he would need to maintain sufficient vigilance around martial artists.
Twenty minutes flew by quickly. All the students gathered again, forming a circle.
Shi Qizheng spoke, “Everyone’s here. As usual, we’ll pair off according to last ranking—from highest to lowest—and have adjacent ranks spar.”
Soon, the top two students of Class Thirteen stepped forward. Both had vitality values exceeding 1.2, ranking among the best in their year.
At Shi Qizheng’s command, they clashed swiftly but with restraint. This was practice, not a fight to the death. With just over a month until the college entrance exam, no one wanted injuries to jeopardize their future.
Shi Qizheng frowned slightly at the mild intensity of the sparring—this was not what he hoped to see—but understood it was unrealistic to expect full effort, so he remained silent.
Shortly, one student misstepped, taking a kick to the chest and losing, ending their spar.
Despite his dissatisfaction, Shi Qizheng offered objective and constructive feedback.
As they stepped down, pairs continued to spar, but with the same cautious mindset, the bouts held little excitement.
Yang Feng yawned, bored by the lackluster practical sessions.
“Next pair: Yang Qixin and Chen Fulin!” The announcement jolted Yang Feng awake.
He keenly noticed the atmosphere on the floor shift instantly.
“Why does sparring between Yang Qixin and Chen Fulin change the whole vibe?” Yang Feng asked a nearby classmate out of curiosity.
The student looked at him incredulously. “You don’t know? Yang Feng, you’re close with Yang Qixin and still don’t know?”
“Know what?” Yang Feng was puzzled.
“They’re rivals in love. Everyone in class knows. You actually don’t?”
Yang Feng was speechless. He had either been sleeping in class or avoiding social chats, so this was news to him. But thinking back, Yang Qixin had seemed down over Furong, which now made sense.
Understanding the backstory, he grasped why the mood had shifted.
While others held back sparring due to the upcoming exams, these two fought with full force.
Yang Feng frowned, wanting to stop them, but seeing Shi Qizheng standing tall nearby, he relaxed. With a second-level martial artist present, accidents were unlikely.
Sure enough, as the two took the stage, their eyes burned with hostility.
At Shi Qizheng’s signal, they lunged at each other like cannonballs.
Rivals in love, their jealousy flared fiercely. Every strike was unleashed with raw emotion, no restraint.
Their classmates watched tensely, eyes wide.
Though neither was the strongest in class, their relentless aggression displayed a fierceness none before had shown.
Both had longed for a brutal fight against the other, and now that chance had come—they unleashed everything.
Chen Fulin’s eyes glowed with resentment. He had loved his childhood sweetheart for years, only to have Yang Qixin confess first. Many nights, he endured silent heartbreak.
He had channeled that torment and bitterness into his training, ironically gaining strength through adversity.
Though Yang Qixin ranked higher, he was no longer a match.
Yet Chen Fulin didn’t want a mere victory—he wanted to ensure Yang Qixin couldn’t sit for the college exam.
If he could severely injure his rival, Furong would never settle for someone who couldn’t even pass the entrance exam.
Glancing sideways at Shi Qizheng, Chen Fulin saw the distance between them and seized his chance.
He retreated, dodging Yang Qixin’s attack and moving toward the edge of the arena, increasing the gap from the instructor.
Yang Qixin’s strike missed, but he pressed the attack without hesitation.
A merciless glint flashed in Chen Fulin’s eyes—this distance was enough.
At the exact moment Yang Qixin launched his move, Chen Fulin charged forward unflinching.
To severely wound Yang Qixin before he could react, Chen Fulin was willing to trade injury for injury—his minor wound for a grievous one for his rival.
Their speed was blinding. Everyone expected Chen Fulin to sidestep, but instead, he leapt into the air, their weapons clashing point to point.
Like two bulls colliding head-on, Chen Fulin smiled cunningly, knowing he would take a kick but his downward leg strike would shatter Yang Qixin’s calf.
A minor injury for a major one—Yang Qixin’s hopes for the exam were dashed.
The sudden turn shocked everyone; no one anticipated Chen Fulin’s reckless move, not even Shi Qizheng, who was too slow to intervene.
Yet at that moment, a slender figure suddenly appeared between them.
The fierce strikes that were about to land were intercepted by that slender silhouette.
“Bang!”
“Smack!”
“Rip!”
The sounds of impact and torn fabric rang out.
Yang Feng’s small training uniform finally gave way under the strain, bursting into a flurry of shredded cloth.
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Watching the fragments drift through the air like willow fluff, everyone stood dumbfounded.
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