Dashing Student

The school's stadium was like a boiling ocean, packed to the rafters.

The audience had arrived early, crammed into their seats so tightly that there was hardly any space between them.

The air was thick with tension and excitement, like a taut string poised to snap at any moment.

All eyes were focused on the center of the ring, eagerly awaiting the commencement of this peak showdown.

Besides the students, school officials and representatives from both countries' embassies were also present, adding a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

On either side of the ring, the teams from China and Japan stood facing each other, their animosity almost palpable, with sparks seeming to fly in the air.

Chen Nan, dressed in a white Daoist robe, stood with his sleeves billowing, like an Immortal descended to the mortal realm.

With one hand behind his back, he wore a headband adorned with a jade hairpin, which glimmered a gentle light under the illumination.

His steps were light and leisurely, each one feeling like it was treading on clouds, exuding an aura of otherworldly peace, like a high Taoist who abstained from mortal pleasures.

His visage was stern, his gaze sharp as a torch, with eyes that seemed to harbor endless wisdom and power, making it hard for anyone to meet his gaze directly.

He stood at the forefront of the Chinese team's lineup, like an unshakable mountain, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Meanwhile, the Japanese representatives opposite him wore grim expressions with intense murderous intent radiating from their whole bodies.

They pressed their lips tightly, their eyes fixed on Chen Nan, as if ready to devour their opponent alive at any second.

These individuals were top-tier experts from the Inobe Family and Japan's Bushido, far superior to Inobe Sanro.

This time, they came not only for revenge but also to restore the honor of Japanese Bushido.

"How do you want to compete?"

"By winning or losing, or by deciding life and death?" Chen Nan asked with one hand behind his back, a faintly intriguing smile playing on his lips, his tone calm as if discussing something trivial.

His words instantly caused a stir among the spectators.

Nobody expected Chen Nan to pose such a direct question.

His relaxed tone carried an undeniable confidence as if the outcome was already in his grasp.

"Both win-or-lose and life-and-death!" A middle-aged Japanese man over fifty snorted coldly, his voice deep and hoarse, without hiding his killing intent towards Chen Nan.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Chen Nan as if to tear him apart with his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Chen Nan's lips curled slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He turned to look at the embassy's staff, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable authority: "Please prepare the life-and-death contract."

Killing was illegal, but with a life-and-death contract signed beforehand, the law would not be broken.

Chen Nan's proposal heightened the already tense atmosphere, with the audience holding their breaths, awaiting the developments.

Soon, the staff brought the life-and-death contract onto the ring.

Chen Nan took the pen and signed his name without hesitation, then pressed his fingerprint on it.

His actions were clean and decisive, with no hesitation, as if this life-and-death duel was a trivial matter to him.

The Inobe Family sent out a burly middle-aged man, standing on the other side of the ring like a towering mountain.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, his deep gaze exuding a chilling murderous aura.

His muscles knotted, his broad shoulders and robust arms displayed his immense strength.

Every step he took made the ring tremble slightly, as if even the ground was making way for him.

Chen Nan stood in the center of the ring, his posture straight like a pine tree, his expression calm as water.

His gaze was deep and sharp, as if he could see through all illusions.

His breath steady, with no hint of tension or panic, as if this life-and-death duel was just a minor trial on his path of cultivation.

The referee, dressed in a conspicuous referee uniform and holding a whistle, stood at a corner of the ring.

His gaze was serious as he scanned the entire scene, and after confirming everything was ready, he suddenly blew the whistle.

The sharp sound of the whistle instantly sliced through the tense air in the stadium, signaling the start of the life-and-death duel.

"The match officially begins!" The referee's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the stadium.

The Inobe Family's expert reacted extremely swiftly, charging towards Chen Nan like a streak of black lightning as soon as the whistle fell.

His movements were as fast as a storm, each step struck with immense force, his punches howling with the power of a mountain, aiming directly at Chen Nan's face.

Seeing this, Chen Nan's eyes flashed with coldness.

His figure flickered like a ghost, gracefully dodging the fierce attack.

Then swiftly countered with a backhand palm strike, aiming straight for his opponent's chest like a cannonball!

The middle-aged man instinctively raised his arms to block Chen Nan's attack, but was sent staggering back several meters.

In the ring, the two figures intermingled rapidly, like two beams of light constantly tangled.

Their punches and kicks collided, producing deep, breathtaking sounds, each clash like a small explosion in the air.

The audience was dead silent, with everyone wide-eyed and holding their breaths, afraid to miss any spectacular moment.

Despite the strength of the Inobe Family's expert, he struggled under Chen Nan's agile and varied attacks.

Although his assaults were ferocious, he could never reach even the corner of Chen Nan's robe.

Chen Nan moved like a dragon, sometimes as light as a swallow, sometimes as fierce as a tiger, each move precise, targeting the opponent's weaknesses.

"Now's the time!" Seeing his opponent exposed a weakness, a cold light flashed in Chen Nan's eyes.

He suddenly unleashed a powerful palm strike, fierce as a surging wave, crashing towards his opponent.

This palm contained immense power and a unique force.

The opponent tried to block, but how could he easily fend off Chen Nan's Bone-penetrating Palm?

The palm force penetrated the opponent's defense, striking heavily on his body.

The middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his chest, lost control of his body, flying back and crashing onto the ring, blood spurting from his mouth!

Then his eyes rolled back, immediately dying!

The whole stadium was silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers.

Chen Nan stood in the ring's center, his robe fluttering, his expression indifferent, as if the fight just now was merely a casual act.

His gaze swept across the entire scene, finally settling on the fallen opponent, his tone calm yet carrying undeniable authority: "The outcome is decided, life and death settled!"

On the Japanese delegation's side, everyone's faces were grim, every eye revealing intense murderous intent.

Nobody expected Chen Nan's strength to be so overwhelming, easily killing one of their experts.

Inobe Kogoro, the delegation representative, restrained his anger and looked at a middle-aged man beside him: "You go and slay this man!"