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Zhang Yuze looked at her with some surprise, sighed deeply, then shook his head and said, "The extremely thin person in the arena is an inner martial artist. The difference between an inner martial artist and a purely outer martial artist is extremely large."

Qin Zinan's face changed, her eyes fixed on Zhang Yuze's face, and she asked him in a deep voice, "Doesn't Duan Fei have any chance at all?"

Zhang Yuze smiled wryly, touched his nose, and said with some helplessness, "This depends on his own ability. None of us can say for sure. I can only say that his chances are really not very great."

Qin Zinan took a deep look at Zhang Yuze, turned her head back, looked at the competition in the arena, and her brows were tightly knitted, obviously worried about Duan Fei, who was competing on the field.

Zhang Yuze's intuition was right. This contestant in the arena was indeed an inner martial artist. Although Ishii Haruta was just an ordinary person in the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu, his strength was not weak among outer martial artists.

Although it now looked like he was in a very embarrassing situation under Duan Fei's continuous offensive, if someone with a discerning eye looked at it, they could see that although he looked very passive, his lower body was very stable and not at all chaotic. Obviously, he was waiting for an opportunity to give Duan Fei a fatal blow.

Duan Fei was also feeling extremely unwell at this time. He was a martial artist who practiced freestyle fighting, advocating that the best defense is offense. So, from the beginning, he launched a continuous offensive, but what surprised him was that although his offensive looked very sharp, it didn't really have much effect. Gradually, his strength became smaller and smaller. In his heart, he became more and more anxious. But he was still gritting his teeth and persevering, because he was the president of the club, and if he lost, the blow to the morale of the martial arts club would be very great.

But just at the moment when Duan Fei turned his offense into defense, Ishii Haruta, who had been dodging his offense, flashed a sharp light in his eyes, and his hand moved. His foot stomped heavily on the ground, and the aura on his body changed, striking towards Duan Fei's body like lightning.

Zhang Yuze, who was watching the battle below, frowned, moved his hand, wanting to secretly do something, but in the end, Zhang Yuze gave up this plan and chose to remain silent.

"Bang!" With a sound, Duan Fei was knocked out by the opponent's punch.

"Ugh!" Duan Fei sat on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Although he really wanted to stand up again, he was now powerless.

Zhang Yuze's eyes narrowed, his body swiftly swept onto the ring, looking at Duan Fei on the ground, he asked him with concern, "Are you okay?"

Duan Fei shook his head with a wry smile, and said with some shame, lowering his head, "I'm okay, haha! It's just that I lost, it's really..."

Seeing that Duan Fei didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, Zhang Yuze felt relieved. He comforted Duan Fei and said, "It's nothing, winning and losing are common occurrences. It's good if you're okay. Next, it's up to us!"

Although he knew that Zhang Yuze's words were just to comfort him, Duan Fei's face still looked much better.