Chapter 061: Winning Three Matches, Then Forfeiting the Rest

"You..." Ouyang Yanran was about to curse, when suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed through her mind, leaving her stunned. The fat man's wolfish hands had somehow crept onto her shapely hips, kneading them back and forth. That, however, was not the worst of it—more terrifying was that a rock-hard object from the fat man's lower body had quietly risen, supporting her from beneath; she was sitting right on top of it. In truth, it was not the fat man embracing Ouyang Yanran, but Ouyang Yanran lying across that object.

Ouyang Yanran had never experienced anything of the sort and felt utterly at a loss, taken advantage of in the fat man's arms. The fat man, a seasoned veteran in the ways of women, had his wolfish hands sweeping rapidly, exploring every forbidden corner of Ouyang Yanran's body in the blink of an eye.

"Ah..." Ouyang Yanran let out a soft cry, feeling something shameful trickle from her lower body, powerless in his embrace. She punched the fat man's chest hard and cursed, "Bastard... let me go, now!"

"Heh, alright!" The fat man released Ouyang Yanran, hundreds of eyes fixed on him, restraining himself—especially with Ouyang Yanran's father, Ouyang Tianfeng, watching from the stands.

"Thankfully, she didn’t fall off!" Ouyang Feiyun muttered, rubbing his fists in relief.

Unlike Ouyang Feiyun’s reaction, Meng Linglong’s forehead was covered in dark lines as she whispered to her sister Meng Chuchu, "Be careful in the future, keep at least ten meters away from that fat man!"

Meng Chuchu was unconcerned. "Don’t worry, sister, with Xin Lang around, nothing will happen!"

On the stage, the fat man’s eyes glowed with predatory light as he addressed Ouyang Yanran, "Miss Ouyang, how have you considered our date? If you agree, I’ll immediately concede and forfeit the match!"

Ouyang Yanran’s almond-shaped eyes widened in fury. "Keep dreaming!"

"Don’t be shy, Miss Ouyang! If you’re embarrassed to agree in front of so many people, just give me a look—a little hint will do!" The fat man persisted, unwilling to give up.

Ouyang Yanran burned with rage, wishing she could tear the fat man to pieces. "I’ll kill you! Bone-Shattering Palm, Earth-level Mid-tier Technique!"

The nature of their contact was known only to Ouyang Yanran and the fat man; if he spread rumors about what just happened, Ouyang Yanran would lose all face. Even if she didn’t kill him, she had to teach him a lesson to keep him from speaking out—so this time, she unleashed her strongest power.

"Earth-level technique! Internal force!" The crowd was shocked, especially the senior staff from several academies.

"Ouyang Yanran has already mastered internal force—looks like Sunrise Academy’s competitors are more than just simple martial artists!" sighed the principal of Flysun Academy.

Flysun Academy had completely declined, unable to catch up with Sunlight Academy, their future dark and bleak—the outcome was clear.

"This damned fat man, loses all sense around women! Why didn’t he just throw Ouyang Yanran off the stage?" Qian Baidu cursed angrily.

Facing Ouyang Yanran’s Earth-level Bone-Shattering Palm, the fat man neither dodged nor defended, letting her strike his belly with full force.

Ouyang Yanran’s palm, charged with internal force, struck his stomach as if vanishing into the sea, not even a ripple.

The fat man smirked lewdly, "Thank you for going easy on me, Miss Ouyang. You know, there are no bones in my belly!"

"You..." Ouyang Yanran was startled and about to change her attack when suddenly, a powerful force surged from the fat man's stomach, once again flinging her from the stage.

"Be careful, Miss Ouyang!"

As Ouyang Yanran was sent flying toward the edge of the stage, the fat man caught her again at the critical moment, embracing her once more. "Miss Ouyang, I’m really sorry, that was automatic defense from my belly—did I hurt you?"

"Let go of me!" Ouyang Yanran protested coquettishly.

"Miss Ouyang, is your hand alright?" The fat man seized her delicate hand, caressing it repeatedly.

"Go to hell!" Ouyang Yanran shouted.

Ouyang Yanran was truly furious. In just two exchanges, the fat man had touched her all over. Her hatred burned so fiercely she could hardly bear it without killing him.

She launched a furious barrage of attacks, every punch landing hard on the fat man, each imbued with internal force and her utmost strength.

"Careful not to hurt your hand, Miss Ouyang!" The fat man didn’t dodge, letting her hit him as she pleased.

Witnessing this, Meng Linglong grew anxious. "That damned fat man, why doesn’t he dodge? Isn’t he afraid Ouyang Yanran will kill him?"

"Heh..." Xin Lang chuckled nearby. "No, he’s got plenty of padding!"

Qian Baidu snorted. "That fat man was born to be a punching bag—he feels uncomfortable if he doesn’t get beaten every day!"

Xin Lang was confident in the fat man; unless Ouyang Yanran used feminine charms, the fat man would never lose!

Ouyang Yanran struck the fat man over a hundred times, her chest heaving with exhaustion, sweat streaming, yet the fat man seemed untouched, still tenderly concerned for her hand. "Miss Ouyang, did you hurt your hand?"

"Let go!" Ouyang Yanran realized the fat man before her was far from simple. She had used every trick she knew but hadn’t managed to harm him in the slightest. If he hadn’t held back, she’d likely have been eliminated long ago.

Thinking back to how he had treated her, Ouyang Yanran grew angrier and more aggrieved, tears sliding down her cheeks. She shook off his wolfish hands harshly and finally jumped off the stage herself.

Ouyang Yanran knew she could never defeat the fat man; rather than suffer further humiliation on stage, she chose to concede.

"Don’t forget our date tonight, Miss Ouyang!" the fat man called loudly after her retreating figure.

"Third match, Sunlight Academy’s Gu Ge wins!" the referee announced.

Li Xuanming exclaimed, "Good, even though the girl lost, she’s impressive—she’s already mastered internal force at her age, her future is limitless!"

"I think the fat man is even more impressive—he seems to be hiding much greater strength yet to be revealed!" Wang Junwei remarked.

The two had reached a tacit understanding, each favoring a different contestant.

At that moment, Ouyang Tianfeng and Ouyang Feiyun’s faces were ashen, darker than ever. They had arranged for Sunlight Academy to compete first, hoping for an auspicious start, but before Ouyang Feiyun could even take the stage, Sunlight Academy had already lost all three matches and been eliminated early.

"Impossible! This can’t be! How could Sunlight Academy lose to Sunray Academy?" Ouyang Feiyun refused to believe what was before him.

Xin Lang laughed. "I told you, you wouldn’t get a chance to take the stage today!"

He turned to the referee. "We’ve already won three matches; we won’t compete in the remaining two—withdraw!"

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