Chapter 68: Chinese Kung Fu?

Chapter 68: Chinese Kung Fu?

"Those people are about to start ripping name tags over there. Don’t go yet. Your name tag is so small..." Kim Hoon said. An Wen was slender and pale, and according to online rumors, she was only 15 years old—a delicate and tender little sister.

"An Wen, follow me. I’ll protect you," Kim Hoon suddenly declared.

An Wen froze, wondering if she had misheard the translation. "What did you say?"

"I’ll protect you. I’ll rip your name tag last," Kim Hoon repeated.

An Wen: "..." Seriously?

An Wen then walked alongside Kim Hoon. He Jie saw this and wanted to rescue her, but An Wen said, "He said he’ll protect me."

"What?"

"He said he’ll protect me!" An Wen repeated.

He Jie: "..." Do you even need protection?

Kim Hoon was met with He Jie’s pitying expression.

Kim Hoon: "?"

When they encountered Bae Ji-won and the others, Kim Hoon pulled An Wen forward and introduced her. "This is my little sister, An Wen."

"How could you possibly have such a pretty sister?" Park Sung remarked.

Park Sung reached out to shake An Wen’s hand, but as soon as she extended hers, he yanked her forward. Bae Ji-won stepped up, ready to rip her name tag.

"What are you doing? She’s my sister!" Kim Hoon quickly shielded her.

"Kim Hoon, what’s wrong with you? She’s not on our team," Bae Ji-won said.

"She’s my sister. I’ll rip her name tag last," Kim Hoon insisted, leading An Wen away from them.

Bae Ji-won: "What’s he doing?"

Park Sung: "He’s completely smitten by An Wen..."

Bae Ji-won: "Excuse me, director, can I just rip Kim Hoon’s name tag now?"

"What’s he thinking, forming bonds in the middle of the show?"

"Seriously!"

Then, the group exchanged amused glances.

In the latter half, Xia Jin began to dominate, eliminating Han Zheng in a one-on-one match.

Bae Ji-won faced Zhao Ning in a duel, and Zhao Ning was eliminated.

Li Baobin and Chen Yuwen were still locked in their own chaotic battle, refusing to let anyone intervene.

He Jie and Li Jiaming went up against Park Sung, Song Won-soon, and Lee Dong-won. Despite being outnumbered two to three, they held their ground—until Wu Yun-ji arrived, forcing He Jie and Li Jiaming to flee.

Wang Feng and Xia Jin rushed down to help, while Bae Ji-won also joined the fray. The two sides clashed.

"Bae Ji-won, out!"

"Wang Feng, out!"

The Black-Clothed People escorted them away.

"Bring it on," Park Sung challenged.

The battle intensified.

"Song Won-soon, out!"

"Li Jiaming, out!"

"Lee Dong-won, out!"

Now, both teams had four members left. Excluding the powerhouses and the Sino-N siblings still fighting, the remaining four engaged in another round of name-tag ripping.

"Xia Jin, out!"

The N team had four members left, while the Chinese team only had three.

Kim Hoon’s cheerful expression suddenly shifted into a sly grin. "An Wen, I have no choice, you understand, right?"

An Wen nodded in understanding.

Kim Hoon reached for her name tag, but An Wen dodged. The two began grappling.

Then— "Kim Hoon, out!"

Park Sung and Wu Yun-ji, who were busy cornering He Jie, exclaimed in shock, "How did Kim Hoon get eliminated?"

"Did An Wen make the first move?"

"He said he hadn't torn anyone's name tag in a long time and wanted to wait longer before doing it, didn't he? (Country N language)"

"We even played along with his act, sigh! (Country N language)"

At that moment, He Jie revealed an eerie smile. An Wen was running upstairs when the announcement blared: "He Jie—out!"

Park Sung and Wu Yun-ji bowed to He Jie, saying, "Sorry, sorry! We’ll treat you to dinner tonight. (Country N language)"

"You were amazing. (Country N language)"

Holding out 2 against 1 for so long.

Yet He Jie wasn’t the least bit upset. He cheered them on, "Do your best!"

"Do your best!" Park Sung mimicked.

Then, turning to An Wen, He Jie waved and said, "It’s all up to you now, An Wen," before being escorted away.

An Wen nodded.

Park Sung and Wu Yun-ji began advancing toward her. Wu Yun-ji greeted, "Nihao!"

"Hello," An Wen replied with a smile.

The two men felt awkward ganging up on a woman. Park Sung offered, "Let’s make it one-on-one. I’ll fight you with one hand. (Country N language)"

An Wen shook her head, grinning. "No need. Come at me together."

Before they could protest, she struck first.

"She’s so strong... (Country N language)" Park Sung gasped in shock.

Wu Yun-ji also felt it, exclaiming, "An Wen is no ordinary opponent... (Country N language)"

"I’m quite strong. Don’t hold back," An Wen gently reminded them.

Internally, however: Whimper... I’m gonna lose fans again!

Park Sung tried to grab her arm, but she suddenly twisted his wrist, exposing his back. Dodging Wu Yun-ji’s attacks, she swiftly tore Park Sung’s name tag.

"Park Sung—out!"

Dazed, Park Sung stood frozen. "What just happened? (Country N language)"

Wu Yun-ji: "......" Who am I? Where am I? What kind of monster is she?!

Terrifying!

"Sorry!" An Wen handed the name tag back to Park Sung and bowed slightly in apology.

As he was led away, Park Sung warned, "Yun-ji, be careful! She’s terrifying! (Country N language)"

In the "prison" where eliminated contestants sat, everyone stood up when Park Sung entered.

"Hyung, who got you? (Country N language)" Kim Hoon asked.

Park Sung shook his head. "An Wen. (Country N language)"

"Hyung... Me too... (Country N language)" Kim Hoon hugged him, crying out in sorrow.

Park Sung lamented, "She’s terrifying... (Country N language)"

The Chinese guests wore expressions of I told you so.

The remaining Country N guests were baffled. "Why is she scary? (Country N language)"

"Both of you got eliminated by An Wen?! (Country N language)"

"Hyung, how could you lose to An Wen? (Country N language)" Bae Ji-won pressed.

Park Sung then demonstrated how it happened, leaving everyone stunned.

"Seriously? You’re not joking, right?! (Country N language)"

"She’s a girl! How could she twist your arm and tear your name tag? (Country N language)"

"Chinese martial arts? Internal energy? (Country N language)"

Meanwhile, the battle between An Wen and Wu Yun-ji intensified. No longer underestimating her, Wu Yun-ji attacked fiercely. An Wen dodged nimbly, her ponytail swaying behind her.

"Sorry. (Country N language)" An Wen suddenly said.

She grabbed Wu Yun-ji’s wrist with her left hand, leaped up, and went for his name tag. Wu Yun-ji countered by reaching for hers with his free hand.

"Tsk..." An Wen tore off Wu Yun-ji's name tag.

The broadcast announced: "Wu Yun-ji, out!"

The people in the "prison" screamed in shock.

"Wu Yun-ji! Why?"

"Did An Wen tear it again?"

"She's too terrifying..."

Zhao Ning clapped her hands in amazement. "An Wen, you're amazing!"

Xia Jin said proudly, "My little sister is incredible!"

...

An Wen rushed toward Chen Yuwen, where the two were still locked in combat, their clothes torn to shreds.

"Let me help!" An Wen said.

"Stay back. I want a one-on-one duel with him," Chen Yuwen insisted.