"That kid is really lucky." Wu Tao's gaze darkened; he had planned to discreetly swap slips with someone to face Lin Hao directly and beat him to a pulp, but unexpectedly, his opponent had advanced outright.
"Exactly, we from karate brought over twenty people just to teach him a lesson."
"Damn it, it doesn't matter, he'll get beaten sooner or later."
A group of karate practitioners were disgruntled; egged on by Wu Tao, they were filled with righteous indignation, eager to prove that karate was the supreme martial art.
Wu Tao pondered, casting a glance at Lin Shiran.
He was not only doing this for karate's sake, but also to prove to Lin Shiran and the entire school—students and faculty alike—that Lin Hao was trash, a good-for-nothing, and only he, Wu Tao, was worthy of being the campus belle's match.
