Dashing Student

Chen Nan's expression was solemn. He slowly shook his head and said earnestly, "This matter concerns national dignity. How could I treat it as a trifling matter in the face of such a significant issue?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei's eyes immediately turned red, and he almost burst into tears.

He was filled with the desire to avenge his past humiliation, to showcase China's might in front of everyone and let those Japanese exchange students see the prowess of Chinese children.

However, the cruel reality stood before him like a cold, towering wall.

He knew better than anyone that in his current state, let alone facing a master like Sato Kenichi, even a random member from the Sandboxing club could easily crush him.

He couldn't understand why Chen Nan chose him to confront Sato Kenichi.

The students of the Medical College exchanged puzzled looks among themselves.

Some faint whispers arose from the crowd.

Someone speculated softly, "Did Zhang Wei offend Chen Nan earlier? Otherwise, why would Chen Nan set him up like this, pushing him into the fire pit."

Though the voices were low, they pricked Zhang Wei's heart and those of others like tiny needles in this tense atmosphere.

"He doesn't even have the courage to face me. Such a coward doesn't deserve to be my opponent!" Sato Kenichi looked at Zhang Wei's hesitating figure with a trace of disdain on his face.

His eyes were full of contempt, making Zhang Wei seem like nothing more than an insignificant ant.

"Fuck, who said I don't have the courage to fight?" Zhang Wei's heart ignited with anger at the mockery, and his once dim eyes now burned with fierce flames.

Despite knowing the vast gap in their abilities, the blood in his veins refused to let him fear these Japanese.

This roar seemed to release all his pent-up frustration and anger.

"That's right!" Seeing Zhang Wei filled with anger and his fighting spirit fully ignited, Chen Nan smiled with relief.

He stepped forward, heavily patted Zhang Wei's shoulder with trust and encouragement in his eyes, and said seriously, "Brother Wei, I believe you can defeat this Japanese!"

"Go, show this Japanese kid your true strength."

Zhang Wei looked at Chen Nan in disbelief, his eyes trembling violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

In an instant, he clearly felt a mysterious and profound power flowing into his body continuously like a steady stream.

This power was like a magical key, instantly unlocking his once-blocked governor and conception vessels.

At this moment, an unprecedented mighty force was rampaging within his body.

This strange feeling gave him a powerful illusion, as if he could easily kill a strong bull with a casual punch.

Previously, Zhang Wei had no confidence in defeating Sato Kenichi.

But at this moment, this sudden surge of power made his confidence soar to the extreme like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

"Come on, Japanese kid, watch how I handle you!" Zhang Wei looked at Sato Kenichi, his face full of excitement and his eyes burning with intense light.

Sato Kenichi's eyes widened in anger, veins bulging on his forehead, writhing like centipedes under his skin.

His eyes were bloodshot, and flames of rage burned in his pupils as if they would devour Zhang Wei.

His breaths were heavy, his chest heaving violently, and each exhale carried a scorching heat, like an enraged beast.

"Baka!"

He roared, his voice thunderous, shaking the air around him.

His right fist clenched suddenly, his knuckles cracking, and the fist wind howled, filled with fierce killing intent, directly aiming at Zhang Wei's face!

A fierce battle was about to begin.

Everyone held their breath, as if the air had solidified.

The students of the Medical College clenched their fists tightly, their nails almost digging into their palms, their eyes full of worry and tension.

Though they hoped Zhang Wei could win, they knew he had already been seriously injured and exhausted from a previous battle.

Facing a martial arts master like Sato Kenichi now, his chances of winning were as slim as a candle in the wind.

In contrast, the Japanese exchange students looked on with contempt and mockery.

Kobayashi Yuki's lips curved into a cold smile, as if she already saw Zhang Wei's pathetic defeat.

Aida Ryuzo crossed his arms, his gaze cold, as if all this was nothing but a predetermined farce.

In their eyes, Zhang Wei was utterly powerless once Sato Kenichi made a move.

At most three moves, and Zhang Wei would be crushed like an ant, lying at Sato Kenichi's feet, begging for mercy.

"Good timing!"

Zhang Wei's eyes sharpened, his steps adjusted swiftly, and he dodged like a nimble snake.

Sato Kenichi's fist brushed past Zhang Wei's cheek, bringing a fierce wind that made his face sting.

Zhang Wei could even feel the killing intent in that wind, like an invisible blade, almost cutting his skin.

Sato Kenichi's assault didn't stop. Taking advantage of Zhang Wei's sidestep, his left leg kicked out like lightning, targeting Zhang Wei's waist and abdomen.

This kick was so powerful it seemed to want to snap Zhang Wei in half.

Zhang Wei reacted quickly, crossing his arms and blocking the kick with his forearms.

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded. Zhang Wei felt a tremendous force hit him, like being struck by a speeding truck.

His body involuntarily took two steps back, arms in intense pain as if his bones were about to shatter, but he gritted his teeth and withstood the force.

Sato Kenichi sneered, a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Not giving Zhang Wei a moment to breathe, he moved in like a phantom, his right fist striking again at Zhang Wei's temple.

Zhang Wei quickly ducked, Sato Kenichi's fist scraping his scalp, cutting off a few strands of hair.

Taking advantage of Sato Kenichi's moment of weakness, Zhang Wei swiftly raised his knee, aiming it at Sato Kenichi's abdomen.

This strike was as fast as lightning, catching everyone off guard.

However, Sato Kenichi's reaction was swift, his hands clasping Zhang Wei's knee like iron tongs, and he forcefully tossed him away.

Zhang Wei flew like a kite with a broken string, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

His back slammed into the ground, emitting a dull thud, dust swirling up.

Zhang Wei felt a sharp pain in his chest as if his internal organs had shifted, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Sato Kenichi stood tall over Zhang Wei, looking down with ridicule and scorn: "Is this all you've got, and you dare challenge me?"