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Wei Dong took out a lighter from his pocket with his trembling hands and prepared to light it up for Liu Yanxia. However the latter frowned and said: "Smoking is not allowed in the gym, so it's not too good to affect the other students.

"This …" Wei Dong was a little hesitant, but when he thought about the three minutes break and the fact that he had to give Young Master Liu face, he said very straightforwardly, "Alright, Young Master Liu, please!"

The back door of the gymnasium was a small garden. Originally, there would be some lovers talking about love here, but perhaps it was because the sports field was too exciting, but at this moment, there seemed to be no one here.

Along the way, Wei Dong kept praising Liu Yanxia for his high quality, handsome, meaningful, and appreciative. He simply wanted to use all the praises on him.

As soon as he stepped into the little garden, a black sack covered his head and wrapped him inside. Then, he was brutally beaten up.

"I said you have a cheap mouth!"

"Trash commentator!"

"I'll let you know the consequences of offending the Business Management Department!"

"..."

Duan Lingfei and Huang Tianjun returned to the stage once more and began the match. But what surprised everyone was that the commentator stands had changed; Wei Dong had gone off somewhere and was replaced by a fatty and a skinny guy.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lu Qiang."

"Hello everyone, my name is Hou Qing."

"For the following matches, we'll explain in place of Senior Wei Dong."

Seeing the fat guy and the skinny guy casually sitting in the commentator stands, the students of the sports department and the Taekwondo Society had already wanted to drag them down. However, for some reason, Liu Yanxia actually stood behind the two of them.

Everyone knew Liu Yanxia's identity, and seeing him standing there, who would dare to provoke him?

"Everyone, look, Huang Tianjun has sent a kick straight towards Duan Lingfei. However, this kick is too weak and his posture is as ugly as a woman's dancing plaza dance.

"As expected, it was not kicked. Duan Lingfei used a Ripple Tiny Steps and easily dodged it. His posture is really too cool!"

"I don't know if everyone had noticed, but up until now, Duan Lingfei still hadn't taken the initiative to attack, but Huang Tianjun was still unable to hit him. Without a doubt, this is Student Duan's game of cat and mouse."

"Of course, as far as I know, Duan Lingfei had a fortuitous encounter when he was young and accidentally obtained the < Nine Suns Sutra > and the < Great Universal Dimensional Technique > divine arts when he entered the valley. He is actually a hidden martial arts expert, this kind of arena battle is a piece of cake for him!"

"Wow, is that true? "So mystical?"

"Of course it's true! I saw it with my own eyes. The last time he performed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he smashed the dormitory table into two with one palm!"

"Wait, you were talking about the 'Nine Yang True Scripture' and the 'Great Universal Dimensional Shift' earlier. You didn't mention the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms'!"

"Is that so? In fact, I was the one who leaked it. Duan Lingfei once saved a beggar on the streets, and it was later verified that the beggar was the current Beggar Gang Leader. He was taught the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms"! "

"So that's how it is, no wonder Duan Lingfei is able to remain calm and confident, it's a piece of cake for him!"

"Quickly, look, Huang Tianjun has already unleashed two punches. Could this be the legendary Eight Fists?"

"I have to say, Senior Huang's position is too ugly. It's like a fight between Chimpanzee. It's really unsightly. Is Taekwondo's president that kind of trash?"

"Don't worry, we will just see Duan Lingfei!"

The two of them had a tacit understanding of each other, making the commentating competition seem like a crosstalk competition. Furthermore, the wind was the complete opposite of Wei Dong's.

A burst of laughter came from below the stage, especially from some of the girls who came to watch the show. The students of the Sports Department and Taekwondo Association all had ashen faces, but because Liu Yanxia was present, they were unable to flare up!

On the stage, Huang Tianjun attacked with an ashen face. In his heart, he had already asked the eighteen generation Duan Lingfei of ten thousand times.

"Dammit, you actually dare to humiliate me like this. Your actions must be washed away with blood!"

"Look at this! Triple Kick!" Huang Tianjun gave a loud shout as he took the opportunity to use his unique skill.

This was a classic Taekwondo move. The so-called third phase was to kick out three kicks in sequence, attacking the opponent's lower, middle, and upper route respectively. Many movies and TV dramas could see similar moves.

This time, Huang Tianjun angrily kicked out without mercy. Even the referee felt a gust of wind blow against his face, and the smell of his stinky feet filled the air. Immediately, he looked up to Huang Tianjun.

Who would have thought that Duan Lingfei did not dodge at all, and instead went to meet his attack with his own feet, and just as Huang Tianjun was about to kick him, Duan Lingfei shifted, easily dodging the attack.

As their figures crossed paths, it was already too late for Huang Tianjun to retract his move. However, it seemed as if Duan Lingfei's finger had subconsciously hooked onto Huang Tianjun's belt.

The next moment, Huang Tianjun felt a chill in his lower body. The black belt that he treasured so much dropped to the ground, and his pants were ripped off, revealing the cartoon underwear with a new design of crayon.

A burst of laughter instantly sounded out from all around. Many girls took out their phones to take photos in a flurry, whistling and flashing lights one after another.

Huang Tianjun frantically picked up his belt and pants, his face had already turned red like a pig's liver. He pointed at Duan Lingfei and roared: "He broke the rules, referee, he broke the rules!"

"It can't be? I didn't do anything, so how can you blame me if your belt isn't properly fastened? " Duan Lingfei spread out his hands, looking very wronged.

The referee, on the other hand, hesitated for a moment before issuing a 'foul' punishment. It was clear that the referee had also secretly received benefits from Huang Tianjun.

Towards this unfair punishment, Su Xiaoqiao, who was below the stage, had already jumped up and scolded, while Duan Lingfei merely shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. This kind of relaxed expression almost made Huang Tianjun spit out blood!

A dozen seconds later, the bell tolling at the end of the second round rang. Huang Tianjun angrily walked to the side of the stage to rest, at the same time viciously slamming the towel passed to him onto the ground.

"Coward, I've never seen such a shameless strategy before. If you have the ability, come and fight me. What's wrong with just dodging?"

"Tianjun, I think you can use another fighting style!" Zhang Wencheng suddenly said.

"Hmm? What did you say? "

"I mean, sometimes, in order to win, you can do anything you want!" Zhang Wen Cheng looked at Duan Lingfei with a cold smile: "Now you are leading the way, and this guy has already broken the rules twice, if you break it again, you will be sentenced to death!"

Having been reminded like this, Huang Tianjun came to his senses, "You want me to intentionally attract him to violate the rules?"

"That's right, you can use any method you like, since the judge has taken our benefits, we will definitely not judge you for breaking the rules, but as long as that Duan Lingfei dares to make any movements, he will definitely lose the competition!"

"Sounds interesting!" A sinister smile appeared on Huang Tianjun's lips as he pointed a middle finger at Duan Lingfei from afar: "Wait for your death!"