C111 Strange Confrontation'!

Lin Zhiqing's fists were clenched tightly, her anxiety palpable.

At this point, only Zhang Chen had the power to call off the match!

Soon, everyone's scornful gazes fell upon Zhang Chen.

Yet, he stood there with an easy grace, exuding a calm confidence.

Hee Jiahua sneered inwardly and queried, "Are you ready?"

Zhang Chen responded with a chuckle, "Let's get started. I'm merely a side character here. It's you who needs to be ready."

Hee Jiahua's sneer deepened, his eyes brimming with amusement.

After a brief pause, he warned, "Well, brace yourself. My punches pack a wallop!"

With that, he exploded off the ground, hurtling straight toward Zhang Chen!

A wave of eager anticipation swept through the crowd!

Lin Zhiqing, overcome with despair, shut her eyes, unable to witness the impending disaster.

In the next instant, Hee Jiahua's fist thundered forward!

A direct punch aimed unerringly at Zhang Chen's chest!

Images of Zhang Chen's training sessions with Loong San flashed wildly through his mind.

He remained still, waiting.

But to the onlookers, it seemed as though Zhang Chen was frozen in fear.

Smirks of contempt spread across their faces.

Lin Zhiqing's eyes remained tightly closed, too fearful to watch, bracing herself for the inevitable cry of pain.

But in a heartbeat, Hee Jiahua was upon Zhang Chen!

Hee Jiahua was certain his strike would land, already envisioning the forthcoming cheers in his head.

Yet, at that very moment, Zhang Chen smiled.

Without moving his feet, his body shifted subtly.

It appeared he had barely moved, yet he skillfully evaded Hee Jiahua's blow!

Hee Jiahua's punch hit nothing but air.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Had he really just dodged it?

A jolt of surprise ran through Lin Zhiqing, but as the seconds passed without a scream from Zhang Chen, she hesitantly opened her eyes.

The sight that met her was utterly shocking.

Hee Jiahua's face went through a rapid succession of changes as he launched another ferocious punch.

But the outcome remained unchanged.

Eyes around the room grew wide with disbelief. Whispers began to circulate that Hee Jiahua might be holding back on purpose!

Zhang Xue spoke up urgently, "Young Master Hee, you don't have to go easy for Zhang Chen's sake. We can only witness your true power if you engage him in a real fight!"

Hee Jiahua was on the verge of tears—he was indeed giving it his all against Zhang Chen!

Yet, in that moment, he cast aside all restraint and launched into a frenzied assault!

To Zhang Chen, however, Hee Jiahua's punches seemed painfully slow. Compared to Loong San, it was like comparing the earth to the sky!

Before anyone knew it, Hee Jiahua had thrown over a dozen punches and hadn't even grazed Zhang Chen's clothing!

The onlookers were shell-shocked.

It was clear to them that Hee Jiahua wasn't pulling any punches!

An infuriated Hee Jiahua blurted out, "Why do you keep dodging? If you're so capable, fight me!"

Zhang Chen was taken aback by the challenge.

Fight?

Loong San had only shown him how to evade, not how to strike.

But within Zhang Chen, a thrill of excitement surged. He hadn't been taught to fight, but that didn't mean he couldn't try!

With this thought, anticipation bubbled up inside him.

Hee Jiahua, teeth clenched, lunged forward once more, executing a series of standard Taekwondo strikes!

Zhang Chen was laser-focused. Evading was becoming second nature to him, especially with Hee Jiahua's sluggish pace.

But landing an accurate hit on Hee Jiahua was another matter.

He barely had time to process these thoughts when Hee Jiahua was upon him, launching another straight punch!

Zhang Chen deftly twisted away, the punch missing him by inches.

As Hee Jiahua's fist retracted, Zhang Chen saw his opening—now was the time to strike!

But how?

In the heat of the moment, Zhang Chen didn't overthink it. He simply raised his hand and delivered a solid slap to the back of Hee Jiahua's head.

Zhang Chen put his full force into the blow.

Hee Jiahua stumbled forward from the impact.

A hush fell over the crowd.

Every eye was fixed, wide and unblinking, on the astonishing spectacle before them.

Zhang Chen actually hit Hee Jiahua?

And it was a total humiliation!

The blow wasn't severe, but the embarrassment was extreme!

Hee Jiahua steadied himself, speechless with shock.

Had he really just been slapped?

He turned, fury blazing in his eyes as if it were about to erupt.

"Ah!"

Hee Jiahua roared and lunged at Zhang Chen once more.

Yet, even this attempt seemed painfully slow to Zhang Chen, nothing compared to Loong San's formidable punch.

With a graceful step, Zhang Chen effortlessly dodged and landed another slap across Hee Jiahua's face.

The sharp smack resonated through the private room.

Everyone was stunned.

Lin Zhiqing's eyes were wide with astonishment.

Since when had Zhang Chen become so formidable?

Hee Jiahua was in full fury now, attacking Zhang Chen with wild abandon.

But Zhang Chen kept up his assault, relentlessly slapping Hee Jiahua.

Eventually, Zhang Chen's hand went numb.

Hee Jiahua crouched on the floor, cradling his head, his face contorted in agony.

The room fell into a hushed silence, so quiet you couldn't even hear a breath.

All were utterly astounded.

Zhang Chen, hands still tingling, smiled naively. "Young Master Hee, let's not fight. Go on, show us your Taekwondo skills."

He was genuinely curious about this Taekwondo.

Was it as impressive as it sounded?

Hee Jiahua paused, then slowly lifted his head, his face dark with anger.

He had been demonstrating Taekwondo all along.

Everyone's jaws clenched at the unexpected revelation of Zhang Chen's hidden prowess.

And his audacity was just the icing on the cake.

The crowd's reaction left Zhang Chen puzzled. Had he misspoken?

Wasn't Hee Jiahua a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo?

What was happening?

Inside, Hee Jiahua was seething, humiliated before an audience by someone he deemed worthless.

But ultimately, Hee Jiahua had no choice but to swallow his pride.

It was just a spar, after all. To make a scene would only bring him further disgrace.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hee Jiahua managed a strained smile. "I must admit, you've got some skill. I'm not at my best today. Let's have a rematch another time, shall we?"

Zhang Chen was taken aback.

Was that it?

Just as my interest was piqued, it's over?

Despite his reluctance, Zhang Chen was coaxed back to his seat by Lin Zhiqing. He settled into his chair once again.

Hee Jiahua surreptitiously massaged his head before taking his seat.

The mood in the private room turned awkward.

The sycophants were at a loss for words.

The dishes arrived shortly after.

In silence, everyone picked up their chopsticks and started to eat.

But in Hee Jiahua's eyes, a fierce glint flickered.

He was determined not to let this issue slide.