Chapter 166 We’ll Send Our Weakest First

As soon as Brother Li finished speaking, one of the South Korean team members seemed to hit the fast-forward button. He eagerly pushed forward, snatched the microphone from his coach’s hand, and gripped it so roughly it almost deformed.

With undisguised arrogance on his face, his chin tilted sky-high and disdain practically overflowing from his eyes, he shouted rapidly in Korean into the microphone. His tone was so domineering it sounded as if victory was already guaranteed:

“Thoughts? We don’t have any thoughts—we just can’t wait to crush the Chinese team!”

He paused, puffing his chest out even more, his tone growing even more provocative as he continued in Korean:

“Many of your Chinese martial arts techniques were stolen from Korea. You don’t even have anything of your own!

This time, we’ll prove on the international stage that what you’ve stolen will never measure up—you’re no match for us!

We will definitely win and show the whole world that Korean martial arts are the strongest!”

While he was rattling off in Korean, Wei Zijun, who was already nervous, leaned toward Shen Yan in front of him and whispered:

“What is he even saying? It sounds like some kind of spell…”

Wei Zijun was naturally shy and still young, having never experienced such a big occasion before. Hearing that stream of Korean blaring through the loudspeakers near his ears made him feel like it was some kind of mind-piercing noise, and he couldn’t help but grow uneasy.

Shen Yan, worthy of someone who had once served as the commander of imperial guards, had seen plenty of grand scenes. His expression remained calm. Slightly turning his head, he spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

“It’s nothing—just the language of foreigners. Don’t let it bother you. Focus on tomorrow’s match.”

His tone was calm, yet carried a reassuring strength.

Standing behind Wei Zijun, Hua Ying quietly reached out and nudged him, lowering her voice to a whisper:

“Keep it down—the leader said this is being livestreamed.”

Wei Zijun immediately shut his mouth, not even daring to breathe loudly, standing obediently in place. But the tension in his eyes was still obvious. He could only lower his gaze and silently recite Buddhist scriptures his grandmother used to chant when he was little.

On the South Korean side, the professional interpreter quickly translated that speech into Chinese. As soon as the translation finished, the Chinese spectators on site instantly erupted in outrage. Boos filled the air, and some people couldn’t help but shout back—

“Bullshit! Martial arts are clearly China’s national treasure—you’re the ones who copied us!”

“So shameless—twisting black into white without any shame!”

“Just wait to be slapped in the face—let’s see how arrogant you can stay!”

The atmosphere instantly became tense, thick with hostility. Yet the Korean player still looked arrogant, chin raised high, completely indifferent to the criticism. He even made a provocative gesture toward the Chinese audience, causing the boos to grow even louder.

Brother Li’s heart tightened. Afraid that things might spiral out of control, he quickly took the microphone and hurried over to Miao Yunyou. With a hint of nervousness in his tone, he held the mic toward her:

“Coach Miao, you’ve heard the South Korean player’s remarks just now. What’s your response?”

Miao Yunyou smiled faintly, her expression calm, without the slightest trace of anger. Her voice was steady, yet carried unquestionable confidence as she spoke into the microphone:

“I’m not someone who wastes time arguing with trolls. No matter how much nonsense is said, it can’t compare to real strength. Tomorrow, we’ll let our abilities speak for themselves. Who is stronger and who is weaker—the arena will decide.”

She paused slightly, the corners of her lips lifting into a faint smile, her eyes calm yet confident, and added:

“Oh, right. To show the spirit of a good host, I’ll give you a hint in advance—For tomorrow’s first match, we’ll send out our weakest member first. As for you… do as you please.”

After all, no matter who stepped onto the stage, the result would be the same.

Though her words sounded mild, they carried immense confidence and composure. Instantly, the Chinese spectators erupted into cheers—applause and shouts thundered through the venue.

Meanwhile, the faces of the South Korean players and coach darkened immediately, their eyes filled with anger and confusion. They couldn’t tell what Miao Yunyou truly meant—was she really sending her weakest member, or was it some kind of deliberate trap?

That very night, the video of the clash between the Chinese and South Korean teams at the opening ceremony spread across the internet like it had grown wings. It quickly shot to the top of trending lists on major social media platforms, with its popularity remaining sky-high. Within just one hour, related discussions had already surpassed ten million.

Netizens flooded into the comment sections, igniting fierce online arguments. Chinese users were furious, grinding their teeth as they spammed comments accusing the South Korean team of twisting facts and shamelessness—

【Where’s your shame? Martial arts belong to China, and you dare claim them as your own?!】

【Just wait to get crushed tomorrow—let’s see how arrogant you stay!】

【This is infuriating! Saying we copied you? Tomorrow we must slap you hard and show the world the power of Chinese martial arts!】

Meanwhile, South Korean netizens fired back, accusing Miao Yunyou of arrogance and scheming—

【So arrogant! Saying you’ll send your weakest first—must be some kind of trick!】

【Just wait and see—our Korean team will win and slap her in the face!】

Both sides argued endlessly, the comment sections flooding instantly, which only made the upcoming China vs. South Korea opening match even more highly anticipated.

Early the next morning, just after 8 a.m., before the match had even officially begun, the viewer count on Nansheng TV and Shanhai Live had already surpassed 100,000—and it was still skyrocketing at a visible rate. The scrolling comments were moving so fast they were almost impossible to read.

Since this wasn’t a top-tier official event like the Olympics, third-party livestreaming was allowed.

Seeing this, Miao Yunyou simply grabbed a spare phone and started a livestream using the resort’s official account.

That planning department head, Zhang Yiming, was indeed quick-thinking. The moment he saw her about to go live, he proactively brought over a floor-standing phone holder and helped adjust the angle and various settings.

He even smoothly added links to the online store for her.

Now that was what you called professionalism.

To her surprise, within just a few minutes, more than 20,000 viewers had already poured into the livestream, and the comment feed exploded instantly.

The comments were a mixed bag, but most viewers were cheering for the Chinese team—

【China must win! Smash the Korean team and show them what real Chinese martial arts are!】

【Go for it! We believe in you—you’ll definitely win!】

【Can’t wait to see the Korean team cry after getting beaten!】

But there were also voices of doubt—

【Isn’t this Boss Miao just some rich second-generation? Are her people just for show?】

【I just found out these contestants are basically resort NPCs… is this a joke?】

【Seriously? A rich kid as the coach of China’s team? How much money did you pay to arrange this?】

【Don’t lose too badly and embarrass China!】