Emily Bolton, the class monitor, also put on a Taekwondo uniform. With her graceful figure and delicate, attractive face, she drew 100% of the attention. Back in the day, Grace Turner, who looked younger than James Carter but was actually older, also attracted quite a few glances, but those were just from people passing by. In the club, everyone was used to it, so the most eye-catching person in the room was still Head Prefect Bolton.

"Alright, has everyone clearly seen the basic moves? If you’re determined to join the club, go over there to sign up. After paying a 400 yuan membership fee and a 300 yuan uniform fee, you can get your uniform." After demonstrating, Charles Bennett seemed quite satisfied. He then began to start collecting the profits.

The performance really had its effect. Except for those whose financial situation truly didn’t allow it, most people went to sign up, and basically none of the girls were left out. "It’s still thanks to the Party’s leadership—kids these days are all well-off."

"Hey! Why aren’t you signing up?" After registering, Emily Bolton came back and saw James Carter just standing there, looking around. A hint of doubt flashed in her bright eyes, and her eyebrows arched upward, giving her a heroic look. She had talked with James Carter before and could tell that James Carter wasn’t someone short on money.

"Han Feizi once said, ‘Confucians disrupt the law with words, knights break the law with force.’ Now that we live in a society ruled by law, fighting just doesn’t feel right." Of course, he couldn’t say there was no need to learn Taekwondo, or else it would cause trouble. James Carter had just killed someone recently—if he got into another fight and killed someone again, he really couldn’t handle it.

"This—!" Hearing James Carter say this, Emily Bolton was actually stunned for a moment, as if she hadn’t expected James Carter to say something like that.

"Nonsense! We’re all neighbors here. This morning you were bragging about practicing Iron Palm, acting like some martial arts master. You really do say whatever suits the occasion—I never knew you were this kind of person." A rapid-fire retort came flying over. It turned out Grace Turner had passed by and, somehow overhearing, couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. She was the type who couldn’t keep things to herself and blurted it out right away.

"What? Where’s this martial arts master?"

"What Iron Palm?"

Lily Turner's voice was quick, urgent, and loud, instantly spreading and drawing a crowd. Everyone looked at James Carter's hands, and sure enough, they were larger and rougher than most people’s, causing a wave of exclamations. "Here we go again, someone from the martial arts club is here to challenge us!" Someone shouted, and Charles Bennett immediately rushed out from inside, but leading the way was a male student, a bit shorter than Charles Bennett, but very agile and well-built, with eyes that seemed brighter than most.

"Who’s here to challenge us?" This student was the club president, fairly well-known, named Thomas Harris. James Carter had heard about him as soon as he entered university, but since the students didn’t have much real skill, James Carter wasn’t interested in competing, and was also afraid of accidentally killing or crippling someone and causing trouble.

"Challenge! Challenge!" Even louder voices came from the entrance as a group of people in training uniforms surged in. Leading them was a male student with bandages tightly wrapped around his hands, giving off a strong sense of power. He wasn’t tall, about 1.7 meters.

"Daniel Thompson! I beat you half to death last week, and you’re back for more today?" Thomas Harris and Charles Bennett exchanged a look of disdain. Those who practiced Taekwondo, Karate, or martial arts always looked down on each other. Their mutual attacks were just like the Confucians and Daoists described by Sima Qian.

"Bullshit! Today, both of you come at me together. I’ll take you both on. Whoever loses, immediately disbands their club and leaves." Daniel Thompson stepped forward, and the members of both clubs quickly cleared a large space in the middle, leaving just the three of them facing off.

"What a coincidence—looks like today’s my lucky day." Originally, the challenge wasn’t aimed at him, but a real fight had broken out. James Carter also stepped back, only to see Grace Turner shoot him a fierce glare. Emily Bolton just curiously stared at his hands, while everyone else watched the match.

"Hurry up and finish this, we still need to keep registering new members." Thomas Harris said impatiently to Charles Bennett, stepping back a few paces.

"Are we using protective gear?" Charles Bennett asked as he took his position. James Carter saw the martial arts club president, Daniel Thompson, take up a Wing Chun stance, clearly practicing Bruce Lee’s Jeet Kune Do. "You two need protective gear just to fight me? Come at me together, let’s keep it clean."

A muscle in Charles Bennett's face twitched, and with a whoosh, he kicked out. Daniel Thompson blocked with both hands and jumped back. The two started fighting, exchanging punches and kicks.

"His fundamentals aren’t solid!" James Carter could tell from Daniel Thompson's stance. Bruce Lee’s Jeet Kune Do was similar to Sanda, but since it incorporated Wing Chun, it still had its own routines.

After two or three minutes, both were breathing heavily. Suddenly, Charles Bennett gathered his strength, stepped back, charged forward, and jumped up with a kick. Bang! It landed squarely on Daniel Thompson's chest. Staggering back several steps, he almost fell to the ground, his face instantly turning as red as a pig’s liver.

"That’s it! It’s over! Go disband the martial arts club. Oh, and you martial arts club members can come pay your fees and sign up now!" Thomas Harris quickly seized the chance to humiliate them.

"That was too much!" Emily Bolton immediately lost any good impression of the Taekwondo club president, her eyebrows arching upward again.