RING Of Fate

Ling Yang was the youngest but the strongest among all the students. But still, nobody believed he was no match for Zhao Xiaoyu.

"Come on, Ling Yang, perseverance prevails." An older student waves his hand toward Ling Yang. He was Wang Song, a tech lead of a company. He had the closest relationship with Ling Yang among all the students.

"Guys, bets are accepted now. Let's bet whether Ling Yang would be defeated within ten movements or not. Within ten movements, odds of one to two; otherwise, odds of two to one. 50 yuan the minimum and 200 yuan the maximum." A tall, strong student shouted. He was Ye Hu, aged 25 to 26. He was gallant and cheerful. Except Ling Yang, he was the strongest among the students.

"I bet 50 yuan on within ten movements."

"I bet 100 yuan on within ten movements."

"I bet 100 yuan on within ten movements too."

"You all bet on within ten movements. I'll bet 200 on more than ten movements to encourage Ling Yang." Wang Linglaughed.

"Brother Hu, will you treat us tonight if you are the win the money?" Ling Yang asked Ye Hu.

"Of course." Ye Hu banged his c.h.e.s.t. He just did it for fun, not for the money.

"It's a deal. I'll try my best to handle more than ten movements." Ling Yang gave a weird smile and stepped on the boxing ring.

"I don't know what you are thinking. Is it because you haven't been beaten by me for a long time. Do you miss being beaten by me?" Zhao Xiaoyu stared at Ling Yang and asked with a teasing smile.

"I'm here to defeat you. Do you believe me?" Ling Yang smiled. He didn't have to keep a low profiled in the Box School, so he showed his true colors.

Zhao Xiaoyu raised her eyebrow, "Well, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look more confident. I hope you are not only capable verbally."

"Just have a try." Ling Yang offered.

LingXiaoyu grinned with anger, "Fine. If I were unable to defeat you within eight movements, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"Forget it. I don't think you can stand losing." Ling Yang shook his head.

"Oh my god. You are not only good at bragging, but also prodding me into action." Zhao Xiaoyu gave a scornful smile and spoke to students off the ring, "Guys, please be our witnesses. If I failed to defeat Ling Yang within eight movements, I'll do whatever he wants me to do."

The students laughed and agreed to be the witnesses.

Zhao Xiaoyu turned to Ling Yang and asked, "Are you happy now."

"Sister Xiaoyu, I didn't force you." Ling Yang gave a satisfied smile, looking like a fox that succeeded in stealing and eating a chicken.

Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly had a bad feeling. But she immediately shook that feeling out of her mind. She knew Ling Yang very well. If she fought against him with her full strength, he would be defeated within five movements.

Zhao Xiaoyu curled her index finger toward Ling Yang, "Come on, I won't bully you. You start first."

"Sister Xiaoyu, be careful. I'm coming." Ling Yang stepped forward and punched Zhao Xiaoyu in the face.

Ling Yang didn't quite know Zhao Xiaoyu's strength, so he only used half his strength.

Insiders would know a person's capability within one movement. From the speed and strength of Ling Yang's fist, Zhao Xiaoyu knew Ling Yang had made a great progress.

But she still didn't take him seriously and threw her fist out.

Bang!

Two fists bumped into each other in the air. Zhao Xiaoyu immediately felt a great power coming from Ling Yang's fist as she stepped backward several steps before she stood still. Zhao Xiaoyu was surprised and wondered. 'Why is he so strong now?'

Ling Yang repulsed Zhao Xiaoyu's attack with one punch. The students off the ring widened their eyes as they didn't believe what they had seen. Since when was Ling Yang so strong?

Strike while the iron is hot.

Ling Yang took this opportunity to display the movements in the Intermediate Stamina. Zhao Xiaoyu was in a great bustle and continued to step backward.