Ch. 38 - Give Me Your Phone
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(SHMOLL: How? ‘cause the almighty me supports him, of course.)
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(SHMOLL: How? ‘cause the almighty me supports him, of course.)
One thousand yuan registration fee.
Huang Haotian snapped back to reality. He had already bet his twenty thousand yuan, where would he get another thousand to give to Ye Chuan? Besides, he hadn't even considered paying Ye Chuan in the first place.
He twitched his lips.
"I'll give it to you later."
Huang Haotian had no intention of paying. After he beat Ye Chuan to a pulp, who would care about the money?
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, then raised his voice.
"Wow, are you kidding me? You brought a dozen people here to freeload? Or does your Club not even have this much money?"
Ye Chuan's words attracted the attention of the spectators and put Huang Haotian in a difficult position.
It did sound rather unreasonable.
He had agreed to pay, but the match was about to start, and he hadn't paid, as if he was trying to weasel out of it.
Huang Haotian's face alternated between green and white. This Ye Chuan was treating him like a joke.
"Give me your phone," Ye Chuan said, extending his hand, seeing Huang Haotian's awkward silence.
"What for?" Huang Haotian was taken aback.
"Sigh, seeing how poor you are, big brother will help you take out a loan," Ye Chuan grinned, benevolent like an angel.
"What the—?!" Huang Haotian almost choked, but Ye Chuan's words reminded him that he could borrow money.
He glared at Ye Chuan, then gritted his teeth and withdrew all fifty thousand from his Alipay credit line.
"Scan the code!"
Ye Chuan took out his phone and displayed his QR code, the screen lighting up with the code.
Huang Haotian felt his vision darken. This guy came prepared.
Seeing the fourteen thousand yuan arrive in his account, Ye Chuan chuckled.
These days, there were people who were willing to pay to get beaten up.
Huang Haotian felt a pang of heartache looking at the remaining thirty thousand in his balance, but then he seemed to remember something and said to his club members,
"Go, bet another thirty-six thousand for me."
He would earn it all back from the bets; there would be no loss.
The fourteen thousand was just Ye Chuan's life-saving money.
"Got it."
Seeing Huang Haotian's actions, Ye Chuan transferred his fourteen thousand to An Shiyu and placed a bet on himself.
"Oh?" An Shiyu, down below, received another fifty thousand and rubbed her hands gleefully.
"Not bad, Ye Chuan. I'll buy you some fruit when you're in the hospital."
I'll remember your kindness.
…
After paying the money, Huang Haotian calmed down and asked impatiently, "I paid, are we good now?"
"Good. Who's coming up first to get beaten up?" Ye Chuan asked, clapping his hands.
Huang Haotian took a deep breath, looked at the referee, and nodded, indicating that he would go first.
He couldn't wait to beat Ye Chuan to a pulp.
Both sides had signed a contract for this duel, agreeing not to hold each other responsible for any injuries.
Huang Haotian had also bribed the referee; he would just have to go all out, as long as he didn't kill Ye Chuan.
"Heh." Thinking of Ye Chuan's miserable state after he was done with him, Huang Haotian couldn't stop grinning.
"Both sides, get ready!"
At the referee's signal, Ye Chuan and Huang Haotian took their positions.
Down below, the host asked the presidents of the other clubs, "Which of you think will win?"
"I've sparred with Huang Haotian before. Although he has his lackings, he's still got some skills.”
The Judo Club president shook his head, not believing that an ordinary guy like Ye Chuan could defeat Huang Haotian.
The Karate Club president agreed with the Judo Club president.
"That's right, that Ye Chuan guy, he doesn't look like he's ever trained before. Even if he won against Huang Haotian once with a sneak attack, that was a once-in-a-lifetime fluke."
The Sanda Club president just laughed.
"That guy's done for!"
Hearing the guests favor him, Huang Haotian sneered. "See? No one thinks you can win."
"I'm a city-level Taekwondo champion, soon to be competing at the provincial level. Your little tricks are nothing."
Hearing Huang Haotian's words, Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow.
"So the city level is that weak? Can't even beat a sickly guy like me? Then even a dog could do it."
"You—!" Huang Haotian's eyes almost spat fire.
Ye Chuan's words were too venomous, too insulting.
"Can we start or not?!" Huang Haotian's face turned purple with rage, and he yelled at the referee.
"Yes!"
The referee announced, "Three, two… begin!"
After the referee signaled the start of the match, Huang Haotian didn't let his anger cloud his judgment.
After all, Ye Chuan had managed to take him down before, so he had to be wary of another sneak attack.
If he got knocked down again, he would lose all face.
He tightened his black belt, the symbol of his status as the Taekwondo Club president.
Seeing Huang Haotian circling him, ready to strike, Ye Chuan remained calm, not even bothering to adopt a fighting stance.
"Ha!"
Seeing Ye Chuan standing there dumbfounded, Huang Haotian seized the opportunity, closed the distance, and launched a side kick!
This was one of Taekwondo's most classic moves, a straight kick delivered from a sideways stance, offering both range and power.
Huang Haotian was confident that this one kick would incapacitate Ye Chuan!
The powerful and swift kick seemed to slow down in Ye Chuan's eyes. He remained motionless, inwardly chuckling.
Buddy, I'm a cultivator.
Circulating his spiritual energy, Ye Chuan simply reached out and grabbed Huang Haotian's ankle.
Seeing this, Huang Haotian sneered inwardly.
Idiot, trying to catch my kick with your hand?
Just a second later, Huang Haotian's sneer vanished, replaced by a look of pain as he felt a burning sensation in his ankle.
Ye Chuan's hand was like a vise, firmly gripping his foot!
"What the—?!!!"
Not only Huang Haotian, but many in the audience were also dumbfounded, seeing Ye Chuan catch his kick.
Seriously, was that even possible?
Could someone actually catch Huang Haotian's kick with that speed and power?
Realizing something was wrong, Huang Haotian tried to pull his leg back, but Ye Chuan's grip was unyielding, like iron.
Ye Chuan smiled and tightened his grip slightly. Huang Haotian was pulled forward by brute force.
Then, Ye Chuan spun around and delivered a devastating shoulder strike, sending Huang Haotian flying! He rolled across the floor several times.
Ye Chuan practiced a few more shoulder strikes in the air, then extended his hand.
"Kun Dao, please enlighten me."
(TL: This is a formal challenge phrase in martial arts. It's a play on words to insult Huang Haotian)
Huang Haotian scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with disbelief.
How could this guy be so strong?!