Han Yu decided not to prolong this fight. The moment it started, he went straight in.
WHAM!
A punch to the stomach.
BAM!
A swift strike to the ribs.
Before his opponent even realized what was happening—
CRACK!
Han Yu delivered a precise kick that sent him sprawling onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.
The fight lasted barely over a minute.
The supervising disciple blinked. "Uh… Winner, Han Yu."
Han Yu dusted his hands off. "Well, that was even easier."
He walked out of the ring, grinning. "Haha! This will be a piece of cake if all of them are like this."
From the sidelines, Xu Qing sighed. "This guy is a menace."
She looked at the other recruits, who were glaring at Han Yu with resentment. It was the same as rubbing salt into their wounds—especially for those who had already lost. Some were being tended to by the outer court disciples, while others had miraculously recovered thanks to the sect's high-quality medicine.
