Zhu Yan grew more and more puzzled, questioning how such a dramatic change in personality could be explained, let alone a martial arts foundation that couldn't have been built overnight.
She had been kicked and sent flying by Lu Xiaoyou before, and thinking about it now, her chest still felt faintly painful.
On the other side, the combat competition had already begun.
A soldier took the stage first.
They stood within a rectangular outline, one and a half meters wide and two meters long. If anyone stepped out of bounds first, they would lose. Within the boundary, knocking the opponent down for three seconds also counted as a victory.
Zhu Yan and Xiangxiang didn't see how Lu Xiaoyou and the soldier engaged in combat, but shouts were already coming from the competition area.
The soldier was pinned down by Lu Xiaoyou with one hand; his face flushed, he struggled a few times before giving up resistance.