Chapter Ten: The Boxing Champion

  "Yang Tong wins!"...

  "Yang Tong wins!"...

  "Yang Tong wins! Yang Tong became first in the group with a record of five straight victories," announced the teacher responsible for recording the scores.

  Because of the uneven strength, the group competition ended quickly. It was over in just one afternoon, and some groups had not yet completed the competition.

  "Let's settle it for today and continue with the elimination match tomorrow." The judge and recorder teacher said and left.

  Yang Tong then went home after school, and before long, Feng Xiaobo caught up with him and asked: "Boss, that fist technique of yours is quite something. It looks slow, but its power isn't small."

  "Tai Chi Fist." Yang Tong replied, he knew that the emergence of this fist would inevitably raise some concerns, but in this high-martial world, there were countless types of martial arts, and one more Tai Chi was nothing to write home about.

  "Tai Chi?" Feng Xiaobo nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. However, in his heart, he was extremely fond of this boxing technique, mainly because it looked so good and fresh when fighting.

  On the school side, teachers in charge of the exam gathered together and communicated with each other. The teacher in charge of Yang Tong's group was specially called over by the principal and asked a few questions.

  The two teachers explained everything in detail and especially pointed out the strange aspects of Yang Tong's boxing method.

  Principal Long listened and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "According to what you said, this student named Yang Tong is indeed an elite seedling, and that boxing technique is considered top-notch. After you return, just pay attention to it, and don't spread the word around."

  "Yes, Principal." The two teachers replied respectfully.

  Yang Tong returned home.

  "How was the exam?" Mom asked anxiously.

  "It's absolutely possible to graduate." Yang Tong replied.

  "What about martial arts?" Dad asked again.

  "I've already taken first place in the group, and tomorrow I'll be participating in the knockout round. This time, the top ten will all receive pretty good rewards, and I'll even get a tuition waiver if I make it in. I'll give it my best shot." Yang Tong replied with a smile.

  "Do your best, don't force it." Yang Tong was very open-minded and didn't require his son to get a certain ranking.

  "Got it." Yang Tong replied, then went to take a bath.

  "Son, go take a bath quickly, Mom will make something delicious for you tonight."

  After dinner, Yang Tong came to the yard to practice boxing. He first practiced a hundred rounds of Wind Wolf Boxing, and then he practiced a hundred rounds of Tai Chi Boxing, and after experiencing it for a while, he returned to his room to sleep. Tomorrow is just the beginning of the test.

  In fact, after the group stage is completed, those who can graduate with their grades can graduate, and it doesn't matter whether they participate in the subsequent matches or not.

  The next morning, Yang Tong arrived at school early. The playground was still crowded with people, even more than yesterday. Not only did the sixth-grade students of elementary school come, but also other grades came to join in the excitement.

  The school also did not prohibit students from other grades from entering as it did yesterday because the matches starting today will not affect the examinees' scores.

  Yang Tong came to the edge of yesterday's exam arena, Feng Xiaobo and Ge Lu squeezed over, smiling and said: "Yang Tong, today is an elimination match, come on, don't lose face for our Class 5 and our small group."

  "Yang Tong, you have to work hard for my share too. After your match is over, we'll play another round." Gulu indeed lost in a somewhat inexplicable way.

  The next exam is a pure martial arts competition. The remaining elite are divided into 16 groups of eight people each, and the first place in each group advances to the final tournament after a knockout match. The process is very simple.

  The previous small arena is gone, expanded into two large arenas, plus the original one, this group now has three large arenas, which can hold three knockout matches at the same time. This time's knockout match has more referees, a total of four people, one main and three assistants, and there are also two additional recorders.

  After the draw, Yang Tong drew No. 6 and will compete against No. 5 in the knockout round.

  "Now, No. 1 and No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4, No. 5 and No. 6 will take the stage respectively," the host announced.

  Yang Tong and a thin young man jumped onto the stage at the same time.

  "Is this my opponent today?" Yang Tong looked at the youth in front of him, appearing even thinner and weaker than himself. To think that Yang Tong's physique was only average among his classmates, Gruena was the one who was truly robust.

  "Wear your armor, the rules haven't changed, no hitting on the head or lower body, pay attention to your moves, you're not enemies." The referee reminded them that while the school advocates for actual combat, it doesn't mean they advocate for violence.

  "Yang Tong, please." Yang Tong made a gesture of invitation and said lightly.

  "Li Chuan." The slender young man replied, and then came forward to welcome him. He didn't attack immediately, but instead ran around Yang Tong at an extremely fast speed, as if searching for Yang Tong's weakness.

  Yang Tong simply made a gesture with his hands and ignored Li Chuan's actions.

  "Impossible!" Li Chuan was shocked in his heart, because Yang Tong's whole body was full of weaknesses, how could this be possible? Even the lowest level martial artist wouldn't have a whole body full of weaknesses.

  The starting posture of Tai Chi appears simple but contains profound mysteries. In this state, what seems to be weaknesses all around are actually traps.

  If the enemy attacks these weaknesses, they will inevitably be counterattacked and suffer a series of blows.

  Li Chuan gritted his teeth and suddenly accelerated from the side rear of Yang Tong, launching a swift kick at him.

  Yang Tong seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, dodging this kick with a sidestep. He immediately followed up with a swallow tail wrap, entwining Li Chuan, and then a single whip strike, kicking him in the soft ribs, severing his source of power. With an upward motion, he pulled Li Chuan back from the brink of flying out, and then another single whip strike kicked him in the abdomen, sending him tumbling three meters away.

  Li Chuan fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body aching, and he couldn't get up for half a day. He couldn't believe that Yang Tong's strength was so strong, and his own strength hadn't been fully exerted before he was stupidly knocked to the ground.

  Yang Tong's moves were very simple and not fast, everyone below the stage, as well as the judges on the stage, could see clearly that this fist method was too strange. Especially the judges on the stage saw it most clearly and had the strongest feeling. Li Chuan's offense did not have any major flaws, but it seemed to hit a cotton ball, which didn't work at all, and instead was countered by his opponent with a series of consecutive attacks, directly knocking him out.

  "Yang Tong wins!" The referee announced.

  Yang Tong then eliminated his second and third opponents with the same efficiency, becoming the champion of the group and qualifying for the overall finals.

  Yang Tong's efficiency was high, but his group wasn't the first to finish. It had only been half a morning so far.

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  Updated, looks like I'm a bit late.

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