Aisha's heart had been racing the entire way, and suddenly she felt that her sister's initial suggestion didn't seem too problematic.
On the other side, Headmaster Yang Zhenghong, who was in his office drinking tea to soothe his anxious mood, also received a phone call from the coach.
"What? He won? With just one punch?"
He put down his teacup, and then hurriedly picked it up again, taking a big, satisfying gulp, feeling that this time it was really in the bag.
He knew Nie Zhaofeng's strength; although his learning was a mix of different styles, when it really came down to a fight on the stage, his capability was definitely top-notch and formidable.
His own prized Yi Kong, facing him, would probably have an even fifty-fifty chance.
That's why he had just furiously berated the head of Tiansheng Martial Arts Gym—he figured they had brazenly put Nie Zhaofeng forward to slap them in the face, only to hit an egg against a rock.
