Seeing Wang Chao's composed expression, Chan Yinsha nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, you've adapted to the competition ring so quickly. You have a talent in this area too."
"All thanks to Sun, I used to be barely audible when delivering speeches or composition in front of my classmates," Wang Chao laughed self-deprecatingly, and then his eyes turned sharp, "Let's begin."
But just as Wang Chao was about to move, the referee stopped him, saying, "I didn't say start. You must not strike, or you'll be disqualified."
Wang Chao: "..."
The rules of this competition indeed are troublesome.
But still, they must be followed.
"Next, let me explain the rules!"
"First, no striking the eyes, neck, groin, or other vital areas."
"Second, if you're down and don't get up after a count of ten, you lose."
"Third, if you fall out of the ring, you lose."
"Fourth, during the match, if I say stop, you must stop and cannot continue to strike."
