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Greg Jensen whispered to comfort her, then lifted his head to look at Winston Carter and said indifferently, “That’s right, your little brother was too cocky, so I simply taught him a lesson.”

“Great, then come with me!”

“Go with you? What a joke!”

Greg chuckled and shook his head, “Give me a reason.”

Winston replied coldly, “You hit my brother, but I won’t make it difficult for you. Let’s settle this on the stage.”

The stage? That’s for kids to play with, I’m not interested in playing along with you.”

Greg sneered, then turned back to Vince Cooper and said, “Alright, you go back to the dorm, don’t mind them.

If anyone at school gives you trouble, just call me, got it?”

“But…”

Vince cast a fearful glance at Winston Carter and, frowning, said, “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Don’t worry, they can’t do anything to me,” Greg said nonchalantly.

Vince’s expression eased a bit as she breathed a sigh of relief, “Then you be careful too. I heard his dad is quite a big deal in Jamae City.”

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

Greg’s heart warmed at her words, and in front of everyone, he bent down for a kiss.

Vince’s face flushed red, her heart pounding with nervousness, but she tried her best to respond.

Seeing this scene, Winston was fuming, almost to the point of explosion. Had there not been so many students and teachers around that morning, making it inappropriate to start a fight, he would have torn Greg apart on the spot.

He took a deep breath to calm his raging anger, speaking hoarsely,

“Kid, you can walk away now. But Vince has to attend school, doesn’t she? If I can’t find you, can’t I find her?”

On hearing this, Vince’s face immediately turned pale, her head tilted back in a helpless gesture, eyes filled with fear.

Greg furrowed his brows, sized up Winston, and sneered, “Taekwondo really did come from a country of women; to use a woman as a threat against someone else, you’re really something.”

Winston knew this was shameful, but to stop Greg from escaping, he had to resort to such low tactics.

Grinding his teeth, he said, “Kid, all this chatter is pointless. Either step onto the stage, or I’ll start trouble with Vince. Your choice.”

Greg laughed mockingly, “Alright then, if you’re seeking death, I’ll oblige!”

Seeing Greg ready to step onto the stage for her sake, Vince was deeply moved and quickly tried to persuade him, “Mr. Jensen, don’t fight him. He’s really powerful, and many have been crippled by him on the stage.”

“No worries, your man is pretty tough,”

Greg said with a smile, tousling her hair. Turning to Winston, he said, “So you want to go to the stage, huh? Let’s go.”

Winston, with a cold expression, silently nodded and led the way to the Taekwondo Club without saying a word.

“You go back to the dorm, huh?”

“No, I want to go with you.”

Greg wanted Vince to head back to the dorm to wait for news, but she refused to agree.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Then stay back during the fight, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.”

Vince felt warm inside and wore a sweet smile as she looped her arm through Greg’s.

Greg nodded, took Vince into his car, and followed behind Winston and his group.

After they left, the scene immediately erupted.

“Winston Carter is going to the stage again!”

“That guy really has a death wish, daring to challenge Winston to the stage.”

“Hurry, let’s go watch too.”

As a well-known figure at the university, Winston’s every move drew attention, so upon hearing the news, Jamae University was stirred.

Many students even skipped classes just to join the crowd at the Taekwondo Club to watch the spectacle unfold.

For a moment, the Taekwondo Club was packed with students who had come to watch.

Martial Arts Club President Ollie Simmons received the message and immediately brought the Martial Arts Club members over.

“President, it turns out it was this kid who hit Theo Carter, and as a result, we got embroiled in this mess without any reason.”

“Let me go and reason with him!”

One of the members intended to go and reason with Greg Jensen and Winston Carter, but Ollie Simmons stopped him.

He looked at Winston Carter on stage, then at Greg Jensen, who was talking with Vince Cooper, and said indifferently, “What good would reasoning with that person do?”

The member retorted resentfully, “But we can’t just let him pin the blame on us for nothing!”

That’s pointless; in the end, it all comes down to strength!”

Ollie Simmons shook his head and said, “I’ve just inquired, and last night, this guy took on several Taekwondo Club members by himself, including Theo Carter.”

He turned to the member and asked, “Could you beat Theo Carter?”

The member hesitated and then shook his head helplessly.

Ollie Simmons continued, “Exactly, if you can’t even beat Theo Carter, what’s the point of going over and talking to them?

Theo Carter’s skills are quite decent; how skilled must the person who took him down in one move be?”

“This…”

“Let’s just watch and see.”

Atop the platform, Winston Carter flipped gracefully onto the stage and extended his little finger towards Greg Jensen below.

This was a common gesture used in their fights, meaning the opponent was no good, carrying a strong sense of insult.

However, this gesture appeared ridiculous in Greg Jensen’s eyes.

A fight was a life-and-death struggle, and making such a gesture was pointless other than to infuriate the opponent.

And for a cultivator like Greg Jensen, who prioritizes mental state, how could he care about such a trivial gesture?

“Mr. Jensen, you must be careful.”

“Hmm, don’t worry.”

Greg Jensen kissed her on the forehead, prompting a wave of sighs from the audience, before he slowly made his way onto the platform.

“Tell me, how do you want to fight?” Greg Jensen asked with a cold smile.

Winston Carter’s eyes showed a touch of bloodthirsty anger as he sneered, “Once you’re on the platform, all bets are off.

Of course, if you admit defeat, I’ll stop. But I’ve been having trouble hearing lately. Unless you kneel down to admit defeat, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hear you.”

His voice was loud enough for everyone on the site to hear clearly.

The Taekwondo Club members immediately began to echo.

The President is right, kneel down and admit defeat, and we’ll let you off.”

“You might as well kneel now. If the President accidentally cripples you, you’re going to suffer.”

“Haha, hurry up and kneel down!”

“Kneel down!”

“Kneel down…”

As the Taekwondo Club members began to chant, even the students who were there just to watch joined in.

The roar was like a tidal wave, echoing through the entire Taekwondo Club and even seem capable of lifting the roof with its intensity.

At that moment, everyone thought that Greg Jensen daring to challenge Winston Carter was simply seeking death!

Of all the Martial Arts Clubs at Jamae University, only the Taekwondo Club and that half-dead Traditional Martial Arts Club had survived.

Winston Carter had even won several city championships in a row and had many provincial medals to his name.

Challenging such a person, wasn’t that courting death?

At this time, a Martial Arts Club member asked, “President, do you think that kid can beat Winston Carter?”

Although they were wrongly accused, Traditional Martial Arts Club and the Taekwondo Club were archenemies, so members of the Martial Arts Club were instinctively inclined to support Greg Jensen.