"[Name], the daughter of Sherry Parker, decided to leave Detroit for good after her father died in a tragic car accident. Seeking a fresh start, she and her mother moved to Beijing, China.
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I approached the platform with determined strides, my gaze fixed on WuPing, who returned my scowl with a defiant look.
Giving him a small bow, I continued to glare at him, refusing to let his arrogance get under my skin.
WuPing, as always, took a moment to smooth his mohawk hair, a futile attempt to appear intimidating.
I rolled my eyes at his futile display, knowing that true strength came from within, not from a flashy hairstyle.
The referee raised the flags, signaling the start of the match. WuPing and I assumed our fighting postures, circling each other with caution and anticipation.
The audience erupted in cheers and excitement, fueling the atmosphere with electric energy.
As we circled each other, tension built in the air. WuPing suddenly charged at me, attempting to catch me off guard with his aggressive assault.
However, my reflexes were honed, and I skillfully evaded his attack, evoking astonished reactions from the crowd.
Engaging in the fight, I relied on my training and experience, continuously scoring points against WuPing.
A grin spread across my face as I sensed victory within my grasp. Amidst the intense exchange, I couldn't help but notice [Name], watching me with a mix of fear and concern in their eyes.
In the subsequent round, I seized an opportunity and forcefully delivered an elbow strike to WuPing's chest, relishing the satisfaction of a successful hit.
The impact echoed through the arena, and WuPing's cries of pain filled the air, further fueling my determination.
As the fight concluded, my teammates erupted in cheers, celebrating our victory. The referee stepped in, separating me from WuPing, and the MC's voice boomed through the speakers, announcing that Liang and [Name] would be the next competitors.
I stood beside Master Li, who beckoned Liang to approach him. Liang hesitantly walked toward his master, and I observed a touch of concern in his eyes as he glanced at me.
Master Li touched Liang's cheek, imparting some words of advice that caught my attention. My gaze shifted to [Name], who wore a nervous expression, their emotions evident in their body language.
"I want him broken," Master Li declared once more, his tone laced with malice. Liang's expression tensed, his eyes darting between me, Master Li, and the platform.
"I can beat him," Liang protested, but Master Li's glare silenced his objections. "I said I want him broken," Master Li reiterated, leaving Liang no choice but to reluctantly nod in compliance.
Zhuang returned from the bathroom, unaware of the tension that filled the air. Liang took his place on the platform, cracking his fingers in an attempt to calm his nerves.
