RMWDS -Chapter 179 International Practice?

As the Chinese team’s second match in this martial arts tournament, these two rounds were fought in a notably “friendly” and restrained manner.

Following their leader’s instructions, Luo Xinglan and Wei Zijun each waited until around the two-minute mark before securing their victories.

When the two rounds ended, the Chinese team won with absolute dominance. The result was never in doubt, but it lacked the shocking, instant knockouts from before. Still, judging by how effortlessly the two fought, the audience could clearly tell—they had held back.

And not only did the audience have no complaints, they were actually quite amused and understanding—

“Hey, they came from far away. Gotta save them a bit of face, right?”

“For the sake of international relations, a little social courtesy is reasonable.”

“I didn’t even watch the match—I was watching Coach Miao’s expression the whole time. She didn’t even look up once, just kept playing on her phone. That tells you how confident she is.”

“Exactly! Anyone else would’ve been staring at the match, but she was totally immersed in her phone!”

Yes—Miao Yunyou had indeed been focused on her phone the entire time.

Because she had been messaging her sister, complaining about what had just happened, and asking her to help restore her alternate account.

Zhang Mo mercilessly laughed at her for five full minutes before using her super-admin privileges to unban the account.

Zhang Mo: Friendly reminder: the internet is not above the law. Be more careful with what you say next time.

Miao Yunyou: I. WAS. JUST. TELLING. THE. TRUTH. IS. THAT. NOT. ALLOWED?!

Zhang Mo: Being misunderstood is the fate of anyone who speaks. That’s the price of being the only sober one in a drunken crowd.

Miao Yunyou: Then what am I supposed to do?

Zhang Mo: If everyone’s drunk, then maybe you should drink a little too?

Miao Yunyou: …

Miao Yunyou: Do you hear yourself right now?

Zhang Mo: Alright, behave. I’ll come watch you at the finals.

Miao Yunyou was instantly moved, feeling that her sister really did care about her after all:
Sis, are you coming just to see me?

Zhang Mo: If you want to think that, sure. But actually, it has nothing to do with you—I’m the exclusive sponsor, and the organizing committee insisted I attend the finals.

Miao Yunyou: ………………

The matches over the next few days basically repeated the pattern of the second day.

Netizens would vote online for two players to compete, and those two would defeat their opponents in about two minutes before making a graceful exit.

Before they knew it, the competition reached the fifth day—the nine-day points stage was now halfway through.

According to the rules, each match win earned 1 point, while losses gave none.

That meant any team with 5 points at this moment had won every match so far—undefeated, advancing as true powerhouses.

With the points stage at its midpoint, at 9 PM that evening, after all matches had concluded, the organizing committee gathered all the coaches for a small live interview hosted by “Brother Li.”

At the venue, coaches from over fifty countries stood in a long line according to their drawn numbers. Each held a microphone, with their respective translators standing behind them—it was quite a spectacular scene.

At that moment, Miao Yunyou felt fortunate that she had drawn number 6, standing off to the side.

It was quite low-key.

By the way, the Chinese team’s translator was Su Yutang.

While the host, Brother Li, was interviewing other coaches, Miao Yunyou looked up at the big screen.

As of Day 5, only three countries remained undefeated.

Ranked from top to bottom, they were—

Donglan: 5

United States: 5

China: 5

At that moment, the U.S. team’s coach, Hawkins, raised his microphone and, through the interpreter, voiced his dissatisfaction and anger in front of everyone:

“We all have 5 points. As tied leaders, why is the United States only ranked second?! According to international practice, we should also be ranked first!”

Hawkins cast an unfriendly glance toward Fang He, the coach of Donglan, clearly unable to accept that his team was ranked behind such a poor, small country.

In his eyes, Donglan was a backward, impoverished nation without even proper training facilities—completely unworthy of being ranked alongside the U.S., let alone ahead of it. Even with equal points, the U.S. should naturally hold first place—that was, to him, “common sense.”

The venue immediately erupted in murmurs as the audience began whispering among themselves—

“What’s wrong with him? It’s just ranking among equal scores—why get so worked up?”
“Exactly. They earned their 5 points fair and square—why can’t they be ranked first?”
“China’s in third place and we’re not even complaining.”
“So self-centered—does he think the whole world revolves around them?”

The livestream chat exploded as well, filled with comments mocking Hawkins’ arrogance, scrolling so fast they nearly covered the entire screen.

Meanwhile, Fang He, the one being targeted, stood quietly among the coaches. Though simply dressed, her posture remained straight, her expression calm. Only the slight tightening of her fingers at her side and a fleeting firmness in her eyes betrayed her restraint. She neither argued nor backed down—just met Hawkins’ gaze calmly, dignified and composed.

She knew clearly that Donglan’s strength was inferior. Any argument now would only invite more ridicule. Silence was the best response.

Besides… she hadn’t even made the ranking herself.

Host Brother Li was caught off guard by the sudden confrontation, but quickly forced a composed smile and tried to smooth things over:

“Coach Hawkins, please don’t be agitated. Let me explain. Our ranking is based on pinyin order.

Donglan starts with ‘D,’ the United States with ‘M,’ and China with ‘Z.’

So this is the correct ranking—there’s no issue.”

Naturally, Hawkins refused to accept this explanation. Together with the interpreter, he kept arguing insistently, waving his hands as he emphasized his so-called “international practice”:

“I don’t care about pinyin order! International practice is English alphabetical order! ‘America’ starts with ‘A,’ so we should be first! You’re hosting the competition and making special rules, favoring your own people and this small country. This is disrespectful to the United States—and to the international martial arts tournament!”

A moment later, he even accused the organizing committee of favoritism toward Donglan and China, simply because both teams’ coaches were Chinese.

Then, he turned his attention toward Miao Yunyou, his tone filled with disdain:

“And you, China—don’t think winning a few matches makes you impressive. Your first match was just luck. Otherwise, why can’t you replicate it in the following matches?! Your fighters are nothing but flashy tricks. In the face of real power, they’re worthless—no match for the U.S. team! When we meet, I’ll show you what real strength looks like!”