However, the scenario Wang Yumin hoped for, where he would knock Ye Chen down with one strike, did not happen.
Because when his hand aimed for Ye Chen's abdomen,
Ye Chen lifted his right knee decisively onto Wang Yumin's outstretched left hand.
Then Ye Chen abruptly straightened his right leg, forcefully stepping down on Wang Yumin's foot.
"Damn!!!"
Wang Yumin cried out and squatted down, rubbing his foot.
"Hahaha, not bad, very clever and decisive. In this competition, you've got a chance~"
Old Huang clasped his hands behind his back, looking at Ye Chen, his joy evident.
"Old Huang, you're even praising him. This kid kicked so hard, and these were the new shoes Yihan just bought for me..."
Wang Yumin rubbed his foot while looking at his shoe dirtied by Ye Chen, his face full of pain.
"Well, who told you to wear them for sparring? This is just with Ye Chen; if it were someone of your own level, you'd have lost several times by now."
