Chapter 177: Chapter 1771 Do Not Accept_1

Ollie Simmons fell silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, “Being able to defeat Theo Carter within a single move, this kid’s strength must be quite good. As for whether he can beat Winston Carter, that’s a different story.” “I hope he wins, and best if he cripples that damned Winston Carter!”

Someone beside him glanced sideways and said, “Hey, after all, Winston Carter isour classmate…”

“Classmate my ass!”

The one who had spoken before, eyes red, glared at the person and said, “My younger brother was also a member of the Martial Arts Club. Just because he accidentally bumped into Winston Carter, he was crippled by him.

Does such a person deserve to be my classmate? I wish he were dead!”

The person opened their mouth as if to argue, but then thought better of it, realizing that this kind of thing was indeed something Winston Carter would do.

In the end, they could only close their mouths helplessly, casting an apologetic glance at the person who had spoken before.

On the stage, Greg Jensen heard Winston Carter’s words and cracked a smile, “No consideration for life or death, right? One must kneel to admit defeat, otherwise calling out to admit defeat in other circumstances doesn’t count?” “That’s right!”

A mocking smile appeared on Winston Carter’s face as he sneered, “You better not admit defeat later, because I’ve already planned to smash all your bones!” After finishing his words, he quickly closed in on Greg Jensen, followed by a Whip Leg thrown at him.

“The Club President is so cool!”

“Kill him!”

A chorus of shouts rose all around, with most people cheering for Winston Carter. Only a few, like Ollie Simmons and others, couldn’t help but clench their fists tightly, sweating for Greg Jensen.

With a cold expression, Greg Jensen gently stepped back, avoiding the Whip

Leg, and then closed in, delivering an Immobilization Elbow.

This move was used in many countless battles and was also one of the killer moves in the boxing technique practiced by Greg Jensen.

The conversations around him were not lost on Greg Jensen—he heard them clearly and understood what kind of person Winston Carter was.

Thus, he planned to give him a ruthless blow!

Bang!

Winston Carter had just landed his leg when his vision blurred, and he felt as if he was hit by a truck in the chest. His body flew backward and crashed into the ropes of the ring before bouncing back and falling to the ground.

The previous shouting came to an abrupt halt!

The inside of the Taekwondo Club fell into a silence as still as death!

Looking at Winston Carter struggling to get up, they all felt as if they were dreaming, their faces filled with disbelief.

The Taekwondo Club President was actually brought down by his opponent with a single move?

How was that possible?

That was Winston Carter, who had reigned supreme in Jamae University without any rivals—had he really been defeated just like that?

“President, am I dreaming? Did that kid really take down Winston Carter in one move?”

“Shut up and just watch the match!”

Ollie Simmons reprimanded without turning his head, though his own shock was no less than that of the person who had spoken.

He had seen clearly just then that Greg Jensen indeed used the Immobilization Elbow from the traditional martial arts, and he himself knew how to use the move as well.

But, his Immobilization Elbow was far inferior compared to Greg Jensen’s.

He tried to analyze in his mind why Greg Jensen’s Immobilization Elbow was so formidable, but after pondering for a long time, he could not figure it out.

The only feeling he had was speed!

The kind of speed that was pushed to the extreme!

As for the reason behind that speed, it was something beyond his comprehension.

Before encountering Greg Jensen, he also knew that traditional martial arts could be applied in real combat, but he had not imagined it to be this powerful.

Just a single move had defeated the widely spread Taekwondo!

What did that imply?

It was like shooting down an atomic bomb with a single shot?

Ollie Simmons’s heart surged with excitement because Greg Jensen’s move had shown him the direction of traditional martial arts.

It made him realize that domestic traditional martial arts are not inferior to any physical technique.

“Kid, give it your all!”

Ollie Simmons couldn’t help but shout out loud.

The next second, all the Martial Arts Club members yelled in unison, “Brother, go for it, beat that son of a bitch Winston Carter!”

In the silent Taekwondo Club dojo, the voices of the Martial Arts Club members were incredibly loud, drawing sidelong glances from everyone.

The Taekwondo Club members immediately started cursing.

Aiden Clark, were you guys from the Martial Arts Club trying to stir up trouble on purpose?”

“Didn’t we beat you enough this morning?”

“Just wait, once our club president deals with this kid, we’ll come back and take care of you bastards.”

The inside of the Taekwondo Club dojo once again became noisy.

“Shut up!”

The scene went silent again.

Everyone looked up and saw that Winston Carter had regained his composure, glaring at Greg Jensen with a sinister look in his eyes.

“The club president is standing up!”

“Club president, you can do it!”

Listening to the cheering from below the stage, Winston Carter became even more irritated; being knocked down by the opponent’s move in front of so many people was a huge embarrassment.

“Kid, you just got lucky last time, this time I’m gonna break your arm!”

Before he could finish speaking, Winston Carter charged forward again.

This time, he performed a feint kick, seemingly aiming for Greg Jensen’s lower body, but halfway through, he switched direction and kicked toward Greg Jensen’s head.

This move was the killer technique in ring competitions, and countless long- renowned experts had been defeated by it.

However, as powerful as the feint kick was, Winston Carter was too slow. To Greg Jensen, it looked like slow motion.

Every movement, every exertion of force, was crystal clear.

Before Winston Carter’s kick could reach him, Greg Jensen had already sidestepped to avoid it and was about to counterattack when Winston Carter suddenly turned and raised his head, aiming a kick at Greg Jensen’s groin. “Shameless!”

“How despicable, to think you’re the president of the Taekwondo Club!”

Seeing this, the Martial Arts Club members couldn’t help but curse out loud!

Kicking the groin is a lethal move in actual combat, but it is forbidden in competitions.

That’s because this move can cause irreversible injury to the contestant, and in severe cases, it can even be life-threatening.

Winston Carter using this move in the ring clearly intended to put Greg Jensen to death.

Even if he couldn’t kill Greg Jensen, he meant to cause him serious injury!

Greg Jensen’s expression darkened. He had intended to hold back and teach the other party a harsh lesson, but seeing Winston Carter’s foot, anger also rose in his heart.

“Asking for death!”

In the nick of time, Greg Jensen snorted coldly, lifted his right foot, and kicked toward Winston Carter’s supporting leg.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone snapping and tendons breaking echoed, and Winston Carter’s lower leg immediately bent at an odd angle, followed by a heavy thud as he collapsed onto the ring.

“All, my leg…”

Winston Carter immediately grabbed his lower leg and screamed in agony.

The Taekwondo Club dojo once again fell into silence, with only the wailing of

Winston Carter echoing throughout the venue.

Greg Jensen slowly walked up to Winston Carter, looking down at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

Winston Carter, sweating profusely from the pain and ashen-faced, saw Greg

Jensen approaching and his expression worsened.

He knew that if he didn’t surrender now, Greg Jensen was likely to make a killing move again.

So, forcing himself to endure the pain, he clenched his teeth and said, “I…I surrender, stop hitting me, I surrender.”

However, Greg Jensen, as if he hadn’t heard, slowly raised his foot and stepped down toward Winston Carter’s other leg.

Winston Carter’s heart almost jumped out of his chest in fear as he yelled, “I surrender, I said I surrender!”

“Sorry, I don’t accept!”