Godly Auxiliary System

Yang Zihao confidently walked onto the stage. His opponent was the little fatty, who was two heads taller than him.    

The final battle was about to begin.    

The Japanese coach sneered, "judo is the strongest close-combat technique in the world."    

The audience at the back of the auditorium was displeased. What did these words mean? Where did he put our country's traditional martial arts?    

"Go, Martial Arts Association!"    

"Little friend, use our traditional martial arts to teach this guy a lesson."    

"Go for it!"    

In the broadcast room.    

"The situation isn't looking good."    

"This is the final battle, will our Martial Arts Association lose to the Grappler?"    

"Although the participants of Martial Arts Association are not bad, the difference in their physical fitness is still too big, and is not something that can be made up for by fighting techniques."    

Many of the audience watching the live broadcast could only feel that the situation was not very optimistic. Although the techniques and importance of the technique were very important, the impact of the physical fitness of this grade was too great.    

In the arena.    

The little fatty with the black belt looked at Yang Zihao, who was shorter than him by two sizes, and ridiculed, "Admit defeat, you won't win."    

Yang Zihao's little body was full of fighting spirit, she loudly said, "I will return this sentence to you, today you are the one who is going to lose!"    

The referee took a look, then waved his hand.    

"Let the battle begin!"    

The burly body of the little fatty with a black belt pounced over. He was prepared to continue with his previous fighting style and directly push down his opponent. At that time, all his techniques would be useless.    

The little fatty's huge body pounced over. Compared to Yang Zihao, she was like an adult pouncing on a child.    

However, a surprising scene occurred!    

Putong.    

The little fatty's body was sent flying back!    

The referee's eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.    

The audience, who were still worrying about Yang Zihao, all stood up and covered their mouths.    

The audience in the live broadcast room were all shocked speechless, as if they had been struck by lightning.    

Yang Zihao, who was standing on the stage, looked at her hands in a daze. He felt that she did not have much strength left, so why did her opponent fly out?    

The Japanese coach's face turned anxious as he angrily shouted, "Stand up and defeat him!"    

The little fatty Black Belt finally stood up. There was a hint of fear in his eyes. When he heard the coach's stern words, his body trembled and he gritted his teeth as he rushed forward.    

Yang Zihao looked at her hands, full of confidence this time. With a loud shout, her little arms crossed, and she moved her feet. A beautiful green dragon claw shot out, and her white sleeves made a crisp sound in the air!    

Ah!    

The little fatty with the black belt, along with his protective gear, fell to the ground with a palm strike. He plopped down on his butt.    

This time, the audience could clearly see that the moment the little fatty came into contact with him, he was immediately knocked over with a single palm strike.    

"Wow, I'm not playing anymore, I want my mom!" The little fatty sat on the ground and cried. Although he was not injured by the protective gear, he was completely terrified.    

The applause from the audience was thunderous. Many of the audience members immediately stood up.    

"Well fought!"    

"This child sure is beautiful."    

"Do you see that? This is the charm of our traditional martial arts. Even two heads high can directly beat you to the ground."    

The live broadcast room was in an uproar.    

"My god, you're awesome!"    

"What just happened? Why did this child knock down that fat guy across from him?"    

"This is too strong. Could it be that this child is the one in a million martial cultivation genius?"    

"Upstairs, don't tease me. I'm a martial arts prodigy, and I still have a godly palm!"    

"..."    

The referee silently gulped after he took a look. Why did he feel that this child from Martial Arts Association had a tyrannical aura? This was something he had never seen before on other children.    

"Martial Arts Association Victory, for this year's competition of youths, the champion is the Yang Zihao from Martial Arts Association!"    

Yang Zihao's small face flushed red, he excitedly rushed over and said: "Mr Ye, I've won, we've won!"    

The other students were also very happy, but only Jiang Tao and the other main committee members who were sitting beside were extremely puzzled, when did this kid, Yang Zi Hao, become so powerful?    

Sending someone flying with a slap, even if it were an adult who had trained a lot, it would still be very difficult for them to do it. Especially under that palm strike, they could vaguely see the shadow of someone, and couldn't help but steal a peek at Ye Lee's face from the side.    

Ye Lee did not notice, of course, even if he noticed, he wouldn't mind, he just stood up and laughed: As long as you have won, it's good as you have won!    

The champion of this time's competition had an extremely large golden trophy. The students participating in the association held the trophy with excitement written all over their faces. Yang Zihao had even become the little hero in their hearts.    

The children held their trophies and took pictures together with the Camera. They proved themselves and did not disappoint the Mr Ye's expectations.    

Skip the boring ceremony.    

When it was almost over, Yang Zihao was so excited that his face turned red. Although getting the champion was a very happy thing, he still couldn't really understand, "Mr Ye, I feel like I've suddenly become very powerful. Why is that …"    

"Shh …" Ye Lee lowered his head, made a hissing gesture, and bent down as he said in a low voice, "Mr Ye will tell you a secret, but you must not tell anyone else."    

"What secret?" Yang Zihao's eyes widened.    

"Actually, when you went up on stage, Mr Ye had already passed on twenty years of his internal energy to you, which is why you became so powerful …" Ye Lee said while holding back his laughter.    

Yang Zihao took it for real. Normally, he liked to read martial arts novels the most, but at this moment, his first reaction was to stutter: "Then, Mr Ye, what will you do? If you pass your internal energy to me, will you be okay?"    

Ye Lee said: "Mr Ye is very powerful, of course it will be fine. You must know, in the future, the peace of this world will be maintained by your generation, don't you want to be a hero, of course you have to work even harder and study harder."    

Yang Zihao was stunned, as though she was shocked by Mr Ye's words, when Jiang Tao came over, he looked at the child and laughed: "Vice President, what are you talking about? Today, you have won the championship, let's go and celebrate."    

"Alright." Ye Lee immediately straightened his body and replied with a smile. He didn't forget to blink his eyes at little Yang Zihao, meaning "Don't leak our little secret".    

No one saw the peculiar look in the little Yang Zihao's eyes. Her words had left a huge impression on his heart. Yang Zihao secretly swore in his heart:    

"Mr Ye, I will definitely not disappoint you!"