In the gymnasium, shouts echoed to the rafters as two figures on the stage were locked in a tense and intense period.
The competition was nearing its final stages.
Lan Bing gasped lightly, and Li Yonghao was no better off; Lan Bing's strength had surpassed his expectations. Even after attempting to wear her down, he couldn't finish her off quickly. This woman was not easy to deal with.
"Lan Bing, your Zhongshan City martial arts club is destined not to win first place, and even if I step down now, with your current strength, you won't be a match for Jingdu University," Li Yonghao said.
Lan Bing looked at Li Yonghao without speaking. She knew he was right; this year the likelihood of her martial arts club winning first place was almost nil. The martial arts club of Hanhai University had exhausted their strength, and she no longer had the energy to fight against Jingdu University's club.
"Let's go, Zhongshan, let's go, Zhongshan!"
