Chapter 1241: Chapter 1230: Love Rival, Another Encounter
Second, he is Xu Xiaoqing’s suitor, and it was hard enough to convince Xu Xiaoqing to join the Martial Arts Society. He hasn’t succeeded in his pursuit yet, and he’s already met a rival. If he doesn’t knock Ning Fan down and show off in front of Xu Xiaoqing, it might become even more difficult to pursue her in the future.
Ning Fan smiled gently, not getting provoked, and waved his hand, “You don’t have to go easy on me. You can use all your strength. I can make you spit blood with just one foot. Do you believe it?”
“I don’t believe it.”
Zhou Wei grew up in luxury and rarely encountered setbacks.
Moreover, he was able to win the Zhonghai University Martial Arts Competition for two reasons: first because he had money and power and hired famous teachers since childhood, so his cultivation reached a certain level; second, because the organizers of the martial arts competition had close ties with the Jiangcheng Zhou Family, leading to a lot of leniency in the competition.
With both factors combined, it was hard for Zhou Wei not to win the championship.
However, Zhou Wei saw this as his capital, arrogantly believing he was unbeatable.
Hearing Ning Fan’s disdainful words, Zhou Wei stood there laughing loudly, “Kid, you’re not afraid of your tongue getting twisted by your big words. Since you’re bragging, I’ll give you a bloody lesson to teach you a lesson.”
Then, Zhou Wei started circling Ning Fan, intending to find a flaw and strike Ning Fan down in one blow to impress Xu Xiaoqing.
The members of the Martial Arts Society exchanged looks and turned their gaze to Vice President Li Yang.
“Senior Li Yang, in your opinion, will the president win, or will Ning Fan win?”
“It’s hard to say, but I don’t have much faith in the president.”
Li Yang frowned. To be honest, he knew about Zhou Wei’s strength and could perceive Zhou Wei’s realm.
But Ning Fan was different, as if a veil covered him, making it hard to see through.
“Really? You don’t think our president will win?”
“So Ning Fan might actually win?”
Everyone was amazed and simultaneously asked Li Yang why he had such a conclusion.
Li Yang just smiled bitterly and stayed silent.
Everyone made space for the two to fight, watching nervously.
The two in the arena had different states.
Zhou Wei completely underestimated Ning Fan, feeling disdainful inside.
Seeing Ning Fan standing still, Zhou Wei lost patience and rushed over first, aiming a sweeping kick at Ning Fan, with a whooshing sound.
The so-called sweeping kick is an offensive move with no defense, having a very large range of motion.
If the opponent were an ordinary person who couldn’t fight, this move could draw blood.
In Zhou Wei’s view, Ning Fan could only talk big, and his actual cultivation was overrated.
With everyone’s eyes on him, his foot slammed down towards Ning Fan.
Ning Fan stepped back half a step and quickly caught his incoming foot.
“What’s going on?”
This frightened Zhou Wei. He quickly changed his stance and tried to kick Ning Fan’s stomach with his other foot.
However, before his leg could extend, Ning Fan’s other hand firmly grasped it.
Ning Fan’s hands were like iron clamps, holding Zhou Wei’s legs steadily, as if unmoved as Mount Tai.
The Martial Arts Society members were all stunned, gaping open-mouthed.
To Ning Fan, however, this was just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.
Zhou Wei tried to pull his legs out but couldn’t muster any strength.
He quickly performed a sit-up in the air, swinging his fists at Ning Fan’s chin.
Swish, swish…
The punches didn’t achieve the intended effect, as Ning Fan dodged them all.
Only to see a hint of a cold smile in Ning Fan’s eyes, then spinning Zhou Wei like a whirlwind.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Round and round, causing Zhou Wei’s head to fill with blood, dizzy and blurry-eyed, a complete blackout before him.
However, it didn’t end there. He spun faster and faster, as if the speed tore through the air.
The air, like knives, cut Zhou Wei’s face, stinging sharply.
Wow…
The Martial Arts Society members turned pale, shocked beyond comprehension.
“How is this possible? Our president is the champion of the Zhonghai University Martial Arts Competition, how could he have no strength to fight back?”
“Actions speak louder than words. Indeed, you can’t judge a book by its cover, or the sea by its depth. Ning Fan, speaking boldly, must have exceptional courage and strategy, not just ordinary martial arts.”
Vice President Li Yang also stared in disbelief, silently grateful he hadn’t fought Ning Fan. Otherwise, he’d end up just as badly.
He hurriedly shouted, “Divine Doctor Ning, please show mercy, don’t injure the president.”
Watching from the sidelines, Xu Xiaoqing’s mouth formed an O shape. She knew Ning Fan had exceptional martial skills but didn’t expect him to defeat the Zhonghai University Martial Arts Competition champion with one move.
She rubbed her eyes, finally confirming this was an undeniable fact.
After all, Xu Xiaoqing was a student at Zhonghai University, and a member of the Martial Arts Society, and would continue to progress here with her classmates. She also worriedly cried out, “Please don’t harm his life; just stop at the right point.”
“Okay.”
Upon hearing these words, Ning Fan’s initial thought of seriously injuring Zhou Wei dissipated in the wind.
After all, Xu Xiaoqing studied here, and if the Martial Arts Society president were severely injured or left with aftereffects, resentment would surely be directed at him, or even extend to Xu Xiaoqing.
And Ning Fan couldn’t always stay by Xu Xiaoqing’s side, so it’s best not to create a mortal enemy.
Thinking this, Ning Fan immediately let go and tossed Zhou Wei aside.
With a clap.
Zhou Wei fell to the ground like a dead dog, then rolled continuously due to inertia, crashing into the wall.
The forces raged in his body like an ocean, causing his throat to taste sweet, and he spat out fresh blood.
Puff…
He stood there, pale-faced, dazed for a long time before struggling to stand up, his steps unstable. Still stubbornly, he threatened, “Ning Fan, that didn’t count, let’s start over.”
Even at this moment, he couldn’t believe he had lost.
The stubbornness cultivated from a life without setbacks was fully revealed.
He could defeat others, but others couldn’t defeat him. This was Zhou Wei’s long-held mindset.
Always in the spotlight, suddenly facing mass reproach, anyone would struggle to cope.
This extreme contrast led to Zhou Wei’s current stance.
Xu Xiaoqing walked to Ning Fan’s side, shook his arm, and playfully scolded, “You’re so heavy-handed. You made our president spit blood.”