The big boy’s sudden dramatic speech left Lin Zichen speechless.

This kid really seemed like a brainless musclehead.

* * *

In the stands.

Looking at the giant boy on stage, Zhang Wanxin was shocked.

What on earth had that child been eating to grow so tall and strong in middle school?

She then turned worriedly, “Husband, how can Xiao Chen fight him? What if he gets hurt?”

“It’s fine. Big guys like that usually lack agility. Xiao Chen can use footwork to win and as for injuries… there’s a referee, it shouldn’t happen.”

Lin Yansheng reassured her.

But really, he wasn’t sure either. He was mostly calming Zhang Wanxin.

Unlike them, Shen Qinghan was full of confidence in Lin Zichen.

She said firmly to Zhang Wanxin, “Don’t worry, Aunt Wanxin, Xiao Chen will definitely win. Against that big oaf, Xiao Chen can drop him with one punch!”

Hearing her call him a big oaf, Zhang Wanxin gently corrected her, “Hanhan, don’t call people names like that, it’s not nice.”

“Oh, I won’t anymore, Aunt Wanxin.” Shen Qinghan admitted her mistake.

Then she turned to the stage, cupping her pale hands around her mouth and shouted, “Xiao Chen, you can do it!”

Hearing her cheer, the opposite stands soon responded, “Da Zhuang, go! Smash him for me!”

Zhang Wanxin immediately bristled and shouted back, “Xiao Chen, you can do it! You’ll win, Mom believes in you!”

Then she nudged Lin Yansheng, “Husband, shout too, your voice is louder. We can’t lose in momentum!”

“Xiao Chen, you can do it!!” Lin Yansheng roared, so loud that nearby ears rang.

Hearing this, Guo Xiangyuan got the other four teammates to cheer as well.

The Shanhai No.1 supporters followed suit, shouting in unison.

In just moments, the arena was lively and loud.

* * *

On stage, hearing the support from his family and teammates, Lin Zichen smiled and waved to both sides.

The big boy opposite him stood aloof, ignoring his own supporters, thinking it looked cooler.

“Competitors, take your positions, the match is about to begin!”

The referee announced.

The two quickly stood in place.

The referee raised his hand and chopped it down, “Match, start!”

The big boy charged like a bull.

This was an official match. No one was stupid enough to let the opponent strike first.

That was a losing habit, something coaches would curse over.

As the boy charged, Lin Zichen simply sidestepped and lightly pushed his back.

The next moment, the boy lost balance and staggered right off the stage, losing instantly.

The entire place went silent, stunned.

Two seconds later.

Shen Qinghan was the first to react, shouting excitedly, “Xiao Chen, you’re amazing!!!”

Zhang Wanxin hugged Lin Yansheng with joy, “Husband, you were right, Xiao Chen won with agility!”

“Hahaha, of course.” Lin Yansheng laughed, delighted that his random guess came true.

With their voices, the stands erupted with chatter.

“What the hell? Bigger and stronger and still lost?”

“Just muscles, no agility. Makes sense.”

“Damn it, that oaf cost me money!”

* * *

In the rest area, Guo Xiangyuan and his teammates cheered wildly, “Zichen is awesome!”

On the other side, Shanhai No.1’s people frowned, annoyed.

Their coach, furious, scolded the big boy, “Footwork! How many times have I told you? Don’t just charge blindly! Use footwork! Why won’t you listen?!”

The boy stood stunned, eyes tearing, but too scared to cry.

Lin Zichen glanced at the coach, thinking his level wasn’t very high.

The boy didn’t fall because he charged too fast and lost balance. It was because Lin Zichen’s push was too powerful.

Arms that could easily lift over 1000 kg weren’t something any middle schooler could withstand.

Even a muscular one would only be thrown off the stage.

[You successfully defeated a rival, your ranking improves]

[Total rivals eliminated: 2/1000]

As expected, defeating rivals in competitive matches advanced his achievement progress!

Lin Zichen was thrilled, eager for the next fight.

Luckily, this tournament had no breaks—winners fought immediately again.

“Chen Feng, you’re up. Use full strength, finish that Shanhai Middle first-year fast, got it?”

In Shanhai No.1’s rest area, the coach ordered his second-strongest, a crew-cut boy.

“I understand, coach.”

He walked on stage confidently, standing ready.

When both were set, the referee chopped his hand, “Match, start!”

The crew-cut boy lunged, delivering a fierce side kick at Lin Zichen’s neck.

Lin Zichen calmly ducked, dodging it and gave a light push to his waist.

With one leg still in the air, the boy lost balance instantly, slipping and crashing to the ground with a loud thud, knocking his head and fainting.

Again, silence.

The medics rushed up, carrying him away on a stretcher.

The stands erupted with chatter.

“What’s happening? How is Shanhai Middle’s kid this lucky?”

“First, his opponent runs off the stage. Now, this one knocks himself out? Is he some kind of Child of Fortune?”

“Not just luck, did you see how fast he dodged? He’s got skill.”

“Bullshit, it’s rigged! I want my money back!”

* * *

In Shanhai No.1’s rest area.

The coach stood stunned, unable to believe it.

‘Luck? Was this really luck? No… This wasn’t luck. That Shanhai Middle first-year has real strength!’

Realizing this, the coach turned to their ace, the boy who ran 100 meters in 9 seconds and said urgently, “Gao Fei, you’re next. Focus on defense, don’t attack recklessly. We must see what’s going on with this Shanhai Middle first-year. You must not lose!”

“Don’t worry, coach. I’ll win.”

Gao Fei said confidently, stepping onto the stage.

He had watched the earlier matches. Lin Zichen didn’t seem strong, just agile, using tricks to win.

So he believed that with his own agility, experience and 9-second sprint speed, if he gave it his all, there was no way he could lose.