Evolving Infinitely From Ground Zero
/ Evolving infinitely from ground zero Chapter 61 – Chapter 61: 61, The Last Seedling
Chapter 61: 61, The Last Seedling
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In the time that followed, the two classes sent one after another to the stage for duels, never stopping.
By ten o'clock in the morning,
Class 1 of Grade 11 only had 4 people left.
Class 6 of Grade 12 still had 18 people.
The difference in numbers was very big.
Clearly, in terms of average class strength, Grade 11 Class 1 was far behind Grade 12 Class 6 and not at the same level.
The main reason was that school had just started not long ago, and the freshmen in Grade 11 Class 1 had practiced too little; many of their talents had not been fully realized.
“Bro Han, your class is down to four people. It looks like I've definitely won the meal we bet on.”
The homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6, a middle-aged trendy man with a short ponytail, looked at Han Yuanfeng with some pride.
Han Yuanfeng smiled calmly and responded, “Don't speak too soon, let's just wait and see.”
As the homeroom teacher of Grade 11 Class 1, he was very clear about one thing.
That was that only Lin Zichen, Wang Shujie, Lu Gang, and He Yu were the true strength of Grade 11 Class 1.
As for the students who went before them, they were mere cannon fodder who were there to participate; no matter how badly they lost, it would not greatly affect the outcome.
The real contest was just beginning.
Soon, Han Yuanfeng turned to He Yu who was eagerly warming up and said:
“He Yu, you're up next.”
“Received!”
He Yu responded.
Then he leaped onto the Martial Stage and looked at his opponent with a rather silly grin and said, “My fists have been itching for a fight. May I ask, senior, are you ready to face my rock-hard fists?”
“Idiot!”
Seeing his childishness, the senior opposite him blurted out an insult.
The word wasn't very hurtful, but it was extremely insulting.
He Yu instantly turned red with anger.
Dammit, hindering someone's swagger is like killing their parents!
This senior was very insensitive; he would be defeated in seconds and then humiliated severely!
Once both had taken their places, the referee quickly called out:
“Duel, begin!”
No sooner had the sound faded than He Yu sprinted forward with a powerful kick, swiftly closing the gap and knocking his opponent off the Martial Stage with a spin and a seated bump.
The manner in which he defeated his opponent was utterly humiliating.
Afterward, still standing at the edge of the Martial Stage, he gloatingly hurled trash talk at his opponent:
“No way, that's all you've got? Where do you get off calling someone an idiot? You're the trash here!”
“Referee, this is a malicious insult to the opponent and a violation of martial spirit. I request that he be disqualified!”
The homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6 complained to the referee.
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately looked at He Yu and sternly warned, “Young man, please watch your language. You must not maliciously insult your opponent.”
As soon as He Yu heard this, he was immediately displeased and retorted, “Can you stop being so hypocritical? When that guy called me an idiot just now, why didn't you warn him?”
Referee: “Warning for the second time!”
He Yu wanted to snap back, but before he could say anything, Han Yuanfeng shouted from below, “He Yu, talk less, do more. You need to learn to express your opinions with real actions on the Martial Stage!”
At that moment, Han Yuanfeng was feeling quite annoyed.
Just now, the homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6 actually requested the referee to disqualify He Yu?
What did that mean?
Just to win a bet for a meal, had he abandoned all martial ethics?
What sort of person does that!
Soon, the next duel began.
The opposing contestant was a senior almost 1.9 meters tall, with very developed muscles and a body full of explosive strength.
Facing such a towering opponent, He Yu didn't falter at all but used his exquisite boxing and kicking skills to defeat him in less than 5 minutes and easily secured a victory.
Afterward, he grew even more vigorous with each battle and knocked down three more opponents in a row.
Adding the two from before, he had achieved a five-kill streak.
It wasn't until his sixth individual match that he finally lost the duel, begrudgingly, due to exhaustion.
By that time,
Grade 11 Class 1 was down to 3 people.
Grade 12 Class 6 still had 13 people.
“Wang Shujie, you're up.”
“Received!”
About an hour later,
Wang Shujie's performance was over as well.
He did even better than He Yu, having defeated ten people in a row, until he lost due to exhaustion during his eleventh match.
And now, the number of remaining students in both classes was nearly the same.
Class 1 of Senior Year One has 2 remaining.
Class 6 of Senior Year Two has 3 remaining.
“Lu Gang, it's your turn,”
“Roger that!”
Lu Gang responded and instantly leaped onto the Martial Stage.
In less than ten minutes, he dispatched the opposing team's two top players at light speed, leaving them with only one person standing, performing brilliantly.
“Shu Jie, the top combat powers of your class don't seem up to snuff. It looks like the meal we bet on is mine for the taking,”
Seeing how the situation was greatly in his favor, Han Yuanfeng confidently said to the homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two.
The other party chuckled in response, “That's not necessarily the case.”
After speaking, he looked towards the sole remaining member of his class, a dark-skinned fatty, and said with a smile, “Wang Jinhe, it's your turn to perform.”
Soon, this dark-skinned fatty named Wang Jinhe took the stage.
His body was as round as a ball, moving extremely slowly.
It took him almost half a minute just to walk from the audience seating to the Martial Stage.
He was like an aged turtle.
Han Yuanfeng looked at the dark-skinned fatty on the stage, somewhat puzzled, “Shu Jie, are you sure he's a student from your class? I've never seen him before.”
The homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two explained, “He transferred to my class this semester; of course, you haven't seen him.”
Han Yuanfeng nodded and said no more.
Elsewhere.
Shen Qinghan leaned towards Lin Zichen, her face close to his ear, whispering doubtfully, “Zi Chen, he's really fat, can someone this fat even be admitted into the Martial Arts Class?”
“I'm also curious; let's see how he performs against Lu Gang in the upcoming showdown. We should know what's going on after we watch,”
Lin Zichen said calmly.
When he first arrived at the gymnasium, he had immediately noticed this dark-skinned fatty and wondered why there would be such a fat student in the Martial Arts Class.
Logically, with the huge amount of exercise the students of the Martial Arts Class do every day, there should be no one that overweight.
Was he a connection that got in through the back door?
But that didn't seem likely.
After all, he was the last to compete, meaning he was supposedly the strongest in his class.
Before long, the duel on stage began.
The dark-skinned fatty stood still like a mountain, showing no intention of taking action.
Facing this bulky opponent, Lu Gang didn't flinch and charged straight at him, his primary tactic was sheer brawn.
Short punches, hook punches…
Side kicks, flying kicks, sweeping legs…
Elbow strikes, knee strikes…
Rushing shoulder, Iron Mountain Lean…
Lu Gang used all eighteen martial art skills, attacking the dark-skinned fatty furiously.
However, no matter how fiercely he attacked, he could not break through the opponent's defense.
Too much fat!
The flesh was too thick!
He couldn't stir him!
Lu Gang grew anxious, but he had no plan left and could only continue to increase his strength, attacking the dark-skinned fatty like mad.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't inflict any damage.
“Finished? If you are done, it's my turn,”
The dark-skinned fatty grinned, then grabbed Lu Gang's shoulder and effortlessly lifted him up before casually tossing him off the Martial Stage.
With Lu Gang's defeat, both classes were down to their last member.
“Han, even you are down to one person; it looks like I'm winning,” the homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two said proudly to Han Yuanfeng.
Han Yuanfeng also felt he was losing.
Even Lu Gang, one of the best in his class, seemed as weak as a chick in front of the dark-skinned fatty, easily lifted and thrown off the Martial Stage.
The remaining Lin Zichen probably didn't stand a chance against this dark-skinned fatty either.
Ah, outplayed…
Han Yuanfeng shook his head and sighed in frustration, saying with a rueful smile, “I was wondering why you dared to make a bet like that with me; turns out you had this ace up your sleeve, such lack of martial honor.”
The homeroom teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two laughed and said, “Haha, it's mutual, Han. Didn't you also bet with me because you thought you could win easily? We're all the same.”
Hearing this, Han Yuanfeng felt his heart bleeding.
The bet he made with the teacher of Class 6 of Senior Year Two was that the loser had to treat the entire winning class to a meal at the restaurant across from the school.
Treating an entire class of students to a meal is not cheap; it would cost at least half a month's salary.
The more Han Yuanfeng thought about it, the more he regretted it. If he had known, he wouldn't have made the bet. It would have been much better simply to have a normal friendly match.
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