Dashing Student-Chapter 619: Competing to See Who’s Superior

Seeing Chen Nan agree to the duel with him.

An intriguing light flashed in Inobe Sanro's eyes, and a subtle, imperceptible sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He slowly lifted his chin, with a hint of provocation in his tone: "Of course, I want to experience Chinese Kung Fu, but do you have the guts to spar with me?"

Chen Nan maintained his composed demeanor, shrugged with a smile, and said casually, "Then let's do it!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness.

After a pause, he added, "However, if you lose, you must kneel before everyone and admit that your Japanese martial arts are inferior to my Chinese Kung Fu!"

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Inobe Sanro's eyes, and his smile deepened.

He snorted coldly, full of disdain in his tone: "How could I possibly lose to you?"

Chen Nan glanced at his watch and said casually, "Then, in half an hour, let's settle this on the sports field!"

"Fine, I'll be waiting." An amused light flashed in Inobe Sanro's eyes as he swaggered out of the canteen.

His departing figure appeared exceptionally arrogant, as if he had victory in his grasp.

At the same time.

The news of Chen Nan and Inobe Sanro dueling on the sports field quickly spread throughout the entire Traditional Chinese Medicine department, causing quite a stir.

Students discussed fervently, with many beginning to speculate about the outcome of the match.

The vice president of the Sandboxing club, Li Ming, immediately rushed to the canteen and met Chen Nan, who had just finished breakfast, at the entrance.

He had a grave expression, his brows tightly knit, and spoke with some worry: "Chen Nan, you shouldn't have accepted Inobe Sanro's challenge."

"From what I know, that guy's strength is unfathomable, even Sato Kenichi isn't his match."

"Moreover, the Inobe Family is the top-ranking presence among Japanese samurai families. Not only you, even Zhang Wei might not defeat him."

At this moment, Zhang Wei also arrived upon hearing the news.

He heard what Li Ming said, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Brother Li, don't raise others' ambitions while lowering your own."

"So what if Inobe Sanro's strength is unfathomable? Junior Chen Nan will surely crush him easily."

Although Zhang Wei wasn't sure how strong Inobe Sanro was.

He knew one thing well.

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Chen Nan could easily open his governor and conception vessels, making himself a master among masters; this alone was enough to trample Inobe Sanro underfoot.

"Let's go, to meet this little devil!" Chen Nan's face bore a faint smile, his tone relaxed and at ease.

He took a step, walking towards the sports field with the crowd.

Since university classes weren't that tight, hundreds, if not thousands of students from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department quickly gathered on the sports field.

They huddled in groups, discussing animatedly, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement.

Not only were there students, but even some teachers and professors came upon hearing the news, standing quietly by the side to watch.

At the same time.

Inobe Sanro, leading those Japanese exchange students, also arrived at the sports field.

Their faces were full of pride, their eyes showed deep disdain, as if victory was already theirs.

Inobe Sanro stood tall in the center of the field, like a towering mountain.

His eyes were as cold as frost, scanning the surrounding crowd, with a faint sneer at the corners of his mouth, as if he disregarded everything in the world.

He slowly stretched his muscles, with a cracking sound from his joints.

Every move he made was full of power, like a beast ready to pounce.

Chen Nan walked unhurriedly toward Inobe Sanro, still wearing his composed smile.

His body was light, his steps steady, as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

Facing Inobe Sanro's powerful aura, Chen Nan showed no sign of retreat, with a knowing smile in his eyes, as if everything was under control.

The head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department walked to the middle of the two: "This contest will stop at the point, no deliberate injury!"

With a crisp whistle, the match officially started.

Inobe Sanro took the initiative, like a black lightning bolt, he instantly charged at Chen Nan, his right fist roaring through the wind, straight toward Chen Nan's face.

This punch carried immense power and fierce force; if it hit, it might break Chen Nan's nose directly.

However.

Chen Nan remained calm, his body tilted slightly, easily dodging the fierce strike.

His movements were fluid and smooth, as if he had already predicted Inobe Sanro's attack route.

Inobe Sanro missed his punch, spun around, and raised his left leg high, sweeping toward Chen Nan's waist.

This kick was powerful, with a whooshing sound, as if it was going to cut Chen Nan in half.

Chen Nan saw this and took a quick step back, simultaneously extending his left arm, precisely blocking Inobe Sanro's leg.

The collision of their limbs made a dull thud, like two boulders clashing, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

This round of exchange, so fast and powerful, made the spectators involuntarily gasp.

Especially Sato Kenichi.

He felt a wave of fear rising in his heart.

He never expected Chen Nan to be so strong.

If this guy really accepted his challenge yesterday, he definitely couldn't have been his match!

Inobe Sanro was surprised to see Chen Nan easily neutralize his attack, his eyes flashed with surprise, then turned fiercer.

He took a deep breath, squatted slightly, then suddenly leaped up, kicking three times successively in the air.

These three kicks were like three sharp sword strikes from different angles towards Chen Nan, each carrying a whooshing sound, seeming to completely overwhelm Chen Nan.

Chen Nan quickly moved his steps, his figure like a ghost, interweaving flexibly among Inobe Sanro's attacks.

Every time Inobe Sanro's feet were about to kick him, he always managed to evade skillfully, letting Inobe Sanro's attacks fall into empty space repeatedly.

The surrounding spectators held their breath, their eyes tightly tracking the two figures, not daring to make a sound.

The entire sports field fell into silence, with only the sound of Inobe Sanro's fists and feet and Chen Nan's footsteps echoing in the air.

Seeing his attacks being effortlessly neutralized, Inobe Sanro's fury grew stronger.

He roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

He unleashed his ultimate move—the "Gale Storm Chain Fist"!

His fists moved quickly, like rain pouring down on Chen Nan.

This fist technique was extremely fast and incredibly powerful, with layers of fist shadows, dazzling to the eyes.

Faced with this storm-like attack, Chen Nan's face remained composed.

He focused intently on Inobe Sanro's fists, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Just as Inobe Sanro's fist was about to hit him.

Chen Nan, like a phantom, suddenly moved!