So, for the martial arts club to win this competition, it was truly difficult; it was a reality they had to face.
They could only hope for the best regarding the skills each member brought from home.
Perhaps due to worry, Mr. Yang's face shifted between shades of light and dark, tinged with barely concealed anger.
After all, their opponents had come to challenge their school; how could they be in a good mood?
After a brief negotiation, the competition officially began. Since Chinese martial arts didn't involve ranking by belt color, the principle was simple: draw lots and spar against whoever you drew, regardless of your skill level or gender.
They were arranged into twelve pairs to compete one-on-one.
Xiao Zheng spotted a familiar face; it was Guan Xiaobai. This guy was actually here as well.
Chu Xiaoran finished drawing her lot with high spirits, holding up a small number card. She sat down next to Xiao Zheng.
