Chapter 168 Don’t Be Arrogant, Achieve Greater Glory

Seeing that the South Korean player lay motionless with his eyes tightly shut, the referee immediately stepped forward to check. After confirming that he had lost consciousness, the referee turned to the audience and began a loud count, his clear and powerful voice echoing throughout the entire venue:

“1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!”

When the count ended, the referee raised his hand to signal the result. According to the rules, being down for more than ten seconds meant defeat. The South Korean player was declared the loser—China won!

Even Miao Yunyou was stunned.

She had just taken out her phone, planning to check the livestream comments—

But before she could even open the stream, the match was already over???

She froze for a moment, blinking. First, she looked blankly at the unconscious Korean player lying on the ground, then at the equally bewildered Wei Zijun. She couldn’t help but think: Ah… I forgot to remind him before the match to hold back a little.

At this moment, the opening China–South Korea match in Area A had already concluded. The entire process lasted only a little over ten seconds (including the ten-second count), clean and decisive.

Meanwhile, in Area B on the other side, the two competitors were still circling each other, probing cautiously without launching any real attacks, unable to enter an actual combat state.

The contrast between the two was striking.

On one side—a one-second knockout followed by a ten-count finish. On the other—a cautious stalemate with neither side making a move. The audience’s gaze shifted back and forth between the two arenas, making the victory in Area A seem even more dazzling.

A few seconds later, thunderous applause and cheers finally erupted, deafening in intensity. Shouts of “China won!” and “That was incredible!” echoed throughout the entire venue.

Wei Zijun himself was also a bit confused. Standing there, he blinked, a puzzled expression on his face as he scratched his head, full of questions.

Before this, he had only sparred with Wu Kexin. Subconsciously, he assumed that the Korean player’s level would be about the same as hers, so he had only gotten slightly serious.

He never expected the opponent to be so weak—he had merely used a light palm strike, and the other side had already collapsed?

Being kind-hearted, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, even wondering if he had used too much force.

Host Brother Li was absolutely ecstatic. He had already forgotten about the unconscious Korean player on the ground. Carrying his microphone, he ran onto the stage, grabbed Wei Zijun’s hand, and spoke rapidly with excitement, his voice trembling:

“That was incredible! Unbelievable! This is practically a miracle!

This is the fastest victory in the history of the International Martial Arts Exchange Conference!

You’ve stunned the entire audience!

Is there anything you’d like to say to your opponent?”

Wei Zijun froze for a moment. The confusion on his face gradually faded, replaced by a shy expression. Facing the microphone, his voice was soft—yet carried a deadly impact—as he spoke clearly, each word echoing through the entire venue and every livestream:

“Actually… I just wanted to ask him what he said yesterday. I was a bit distracted at the time and didn’t hear it clearly. Could he… say it again?”

When the other guy had been talking yesterday, he had been busy silently reciting Buddhist scriptures in his head and hadn’t really paid attention. And today, he had struck a bit too hard and knocked him out… it felt quite embarrassing. Now he actually really wanted to know what that player had said yesterday—what if it had been something important?

The moment those words were spoken, the entire venue erupted again!

The applause and cheers were even louder and more intense than before. Some people even burst out laughing, slapping their seats and shouting, “That’s perfect!”

Everyone understood!

How was that a question?

It was clearly the most ruthless and satisfying top-tier mockery!

He had won the match, yet hadn’t even properly heard the opponent’s arrogant words. The underlying meaning was—

You’re too weak. Your words aren’t even worth my attention.

Your so-called arrogance is nothing but a joke to me!

The Korean player, who had just been revived by medical staff and was still dazed, turned deathly pale upon hearing this. Then his face flushed bright red. Overcome with shame and anger, his whole body trembled. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh. His lips twitched, yet he couldn’t utter a single word.

He had never imagined that after boasting so arrogantly—claiming he would crush the Chinese team and prove Korean martial arts were the strongest—he would be defeated in one second by a seemingly harmless, shy “little rabbit,” knocked unconscious, and then casually mocked like this.

This humiliation was even worse than losing the match itself. He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, never show his face again, unable even to lift his head.

The South Korean coach and team members also looked extremely grim. Their heads hung low, faces full of shame. All their previous arrogance had vanished, and they wished they could leave immediately—escape this place where they had completely lost face.

Meanwhile, the livestream comments had completely gone wild. The screen was filled with laughter and praise, the sense of satisfaction maxed out—

【HAHAHAHA this is too funny! He looks so shy, but when he speaks it’s absolutely lethal—this sarcasm is perfect!】

【A mental kill on top of a physical one!】

【The Korean player’s face must be swollen like a pig’s head now—serves him right! That’s what you get for talking big! One-second humiliation, so satisfying!】

【Where are the doubters now? Does your face hurt? Strength speaks louder than any argument—this is the power of China!】

Host Brother Li was still overwhelmed with excitement. After asking Wei Zijun a few more questions, he reluctantly let go, then suddenly remembered something. Carrying his microphone, he ran toward the resting area, his face still full of excitement, his tone eager:

“Coach Miao! Coach Miao! Please wait! Wei Zijun’s one-second knockout just now was unbelievable!”

The sudden question caught Miao Yunyou off guard. She had just been casually watching the excitement. Hugging her fluffy electric hand warmer, she slowly stood up, a confused expression appearing on her face.

Opinion? Evaluation? she complained inwardly. I’m basically a martial arts newbie—what kind of opinion could I possibly have? And that was a one-second knockout! It happened so fast I didn’t even see the details. Even if I wanted to analyze it seriously, there’s nothing to analyze!

Standing there, she frowned slightly, tilted her head, and thought seriously for two seconds. The confusion on her face still hadn’t faded. Then, somewhat hesitantly, she spoke into the microphone:

“Uh… my opinion is… tell him not to get arrogant, keep up the good work, and achieve even greater success?”