Those things that happened in those years

Chapter 41 Unexpected Victory

Sun Changlin strode into the arena, approached He Yunhu, and they exchanged a fist and palm salute as a greeting.

He Yunhu said confidently, "I've heard your fists are really hard. Dare to take a punch from me?"

Sun Changlin said disdainfully, "It's not just one punch; I'll keep going until you're satisfied."

He Yunhu shouted "Good!" and his words were matched by his fist.

Sun Changlin was a tough guy who wasn't afraid of a punch, and he had been holding back his anger for a long time. Now that he could finally go on stage, he wasn't afraid of him at all. He met He Yunhu's fist with a punch of his own and took it head-on.

Two fists, as hard as iron hammers, collided in mid-air. Many people present were so frightened that they closed their eyes, thinking to themselves: My God, these two are really going all out!

With a muffled thud, both men were thrown backward by the force of the other's blow, staggering back five or six steps before regaining their footing.

Sun Changlin felt as if his five fingers were broken, so he quickly shook his hands, then repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists to check. Only after confirming that they were not broken and could still move did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He Yunhu wasn't in much better shape—since he started following his older brother into the world, he'd exchanged countless punches, but he'd never felt pain like this before. It was as if he'd just punched a lump of iron; not only did his fingers hurt, but his palms and wrists were also numb. He quickly moved his fingers around a few times, and only when he saw that he could still bend and straighten them did he feel relieved.

Sun Changlin spoke first, grinning and saying casually, "Are you alright?"

He Yunhu waved his fist, feigning composure, and said, "It's no big deal! Come at me again if you dare!"

Both men mustered their strength and charged at each other again, simultaneously switching to their other hand to throw punches—they both knew that if they used the same hand to exchange blows again, their hand would probably be ruined.

Their fists collided again, and both men took several steps back, secretly admiring each other: this kid is really strong, we've met our match today.

Sun Changlin rubbed his fingers and shouted, "You've got guts! Come on!" He then charged towards He Yunhu.

He Yunhu didn't hesitate and shouted, "Come on then, do you think I'm afraid of you?" He immediately went to meet him.

Sun Changlin thought He Yunhu would still exchange punches with him, so he steeled himself: even if his hand is crippled, he can't show weakness! He threw a straight punch towards He Yunhu's direction.

He Yunhu rushed forward and suddenly changed his move, sweeping Sun Changlin's leg with a shovel. Sun Changlin was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.

Seeing that he had succeeded, He Yunhu immediately turned around and tried to grab Sun Changlin's foot to hold him down. Once the count of three was over, he would win.

Sun Changlin was no ordinary person either. Taking advantage of the force of He Yunhu pulling his foot, he suddenly rolled over, quickly hooked his other foot around He Yunhu's neck, and then twisted his legs forcefully, forcefully flipping He Yunhu to the ground.

The two of them rolled on the ground once, and then simultaneously sprang to their feet.

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers: "That's what you call a master! That's a true showdown! Absolutely spectacular!"

"Well done! Well done! That's real skill, head-on confrontation."

The two glared at each other, neither willing to back down, and charged at each other again, exchanging punches, kicks, and trips, creating a chaotic scene so intense that it was impossible to blink.

The two struggled for a while, then He Yunhu suddenly grabbed Sun Changlin's wrist, intending to twist and flip him over. Unexpectedly, Sun Changlin reacted quickly, using He Yunhu's strength to twist his wrist back, locking it in place—his hands were like iron clamps, gripping it tightly. Then, using the momentum, Sun Changlin leaned back and kicked He Yunhu hard in the buttocks, saying, "Get lost!"

He Yunhu staggered forward several steps, losing his balance. As expected of a veteran of the sparring arena, he used the momentum to roll forward, found a foothold, and leaped up. Just as he stood up, Sun Changlin caught up and swept his leg, knocking him to the ground again.

He Yunhu was no pushover either. Knowing that it would be too late to get up now, he simply swept his legs in a series of sweeps, knocking Sun Changlin, who was rushing over to grab him, to the ground as well.

The two rolled outwards once more, then sprang back to their feet.

The cheers and shouts from the sidelines grew even louder, and the applause was thunderous and continuous.

He Yunhu gave Sun Changlin a thumbs-up and shouted, "Well done!"

Sun Changlin returned the thumbs-up, grinning, "That's some serious business!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two of them... were together again.

In fact, before Sun Changlin went on stage, Hong Liguo had specifically instructed him: "He Yunhu is not easy to deal with. If you really can't beat him, just stall for time. Even a draw would be fine. As long as you don't lose, our competition can continue."

Sun Changlin is not one to easily back down, otherwise he wouldn't have become a champion; He Yunhu is no pushover either, having been through countless battles since childhood, he is also someone who would rather die than admit defeat.

The two exchanged blows, fighting fiercely. One moment you were on top of me, the next I was on the other, going back and forth for dozens of rounds without a clear winner.

With the competition time fast approaching, Sun Changlin didn't want it to end in a draw—he wanted to win because he knew that Hong Liguo was no match for He Yunlong and would inevitably lose. If he couldn't win, then this sparring match would have to end there.

He Yunhu was even less willing to settle for a draw. He and his elder brother had long believed that Hong Liguo and Sun Changlin were no match for them. As long as his brothers won these two matches, along with their previous six victories, they could win the competition directly and wouldn't need to fight any more matches.

When the two started tearing at each other again, something unexpected happened: He Yunhu's foot somehow got stuck in a hole in Sun Changlin's clothes that had been torn by a stone when he was rolling on the ground.

Sun Changlin's eyes lit up immediately—this was a golden opportunity! He quickly performed several flips, firmly binding He Yunhu's feet and rendering him unable to move. To prevent He Yunhu from turning over, Sun Changlin exerted all his strength, dragging He Yunhu around the field in circles, making it impossible for his opponent to exert any force.

He Yunhu was so anxious that he tried to pry his way out, but there was nowhere to grab onto. Trying to pull his foot out was harder than climbing to heaven—the clothes were wrapped tightly around him, and he couldn't break free at all.

This was largely thanks to Sun Changlin's family's superior financial situation, which allowed them to buy high-quality clothes. If it were anyone else, ordinary quality clothes would have been torn to shreds by He Yunhu long ago.

At this moment, Hong Liguo saw an opportunity and hurriedly shouted, "He Yunhu has fallen to the ground! He Yunhu has fallen to the ground and can't get up!" His meaning was clear: he wanted the senior referee to start counting down the seconds.

The senior student in charge of judging knew that He Yunhu's slip-up was due to carelessness, not a genuine defeat against Sun Changlin. However, he was obliged to help, and Sun Changlin had treated him very well at the supply and marketing cooperative that day. Upon hearing Hong Liguo's loud shout that "He Yunhu can't get up," he immediately started raising his hands and counting: "One! Two! Three!"

At the same time, the senior student who was using an electronic watch to keep time raised his hand high and said, "Time's up."

He Yunhu knew things were going to get bad, so he desperately kicked Sun Changlin's stomach with his other foot. But Sun Changlin gritted his teeth and endured it. No matter how much he kicked, he wouldn't let go. To prevent him from jumping up, he kept dragging him around like a clock, not giving him a chance to bounce up.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" the senior referee announced loudly, "Time's up, the match is over, Sun Changlin wins this round!"