Zhao Yuanhang was kicked squarely in the waist by Qiu Xingyue, and he cried out in pain, clutching his waist with both hands, "Ow! Ow!" Lia Tianpei was delivered a downward sweep that struck his abdomen, causing him to widen his eyes in shock, clutching his stomach and finally managing to force out a few words through gritted teeth: "You're so forceful!" Fan Weizhe was kicked directly in the chest by Qiu Xingyue, sending him staggering backward; fortunately, Chen Yanling reacted swiftly and caught him just in time, otherwise the consequences would have been severe. F3's efforts came to a complete failure, and everyone shook their heads in disappointment. Guo Xigun raised the microphone and energized the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, guests, the thrilling moment has arrived! Gao Liang is about to step onto the stage—he is truly the master of taekwondo. We are all watching with anticipation. We believe F4 will remain undefeated! Let's all chant together! F4, go! F4, win! F4, forever!" After Guo Xiqun's compelling speech, the audience erupted in applause once again. With the warm enthusiasm, Gao Liang stepped onto the stage. He took over Guo's microphone, looked down his nose at Qiu Xinxue, and faced her squarely before turning to the audience and declaring, "I've already won today!" His confident voice inspired many, and nearly the entire audience rose to their feet in applause. Many women rushed to the center of the stage, bringing flowers and joining in the cheers. The competition officially began, and the atmosphere was electric—after all, it was a clash between two outstanding contenders, and no one could afford to miss it. Yu Ye kept shouting, "Xinxue, go! Xinxue, my shining moon—go, Xinxue!" Chen Jiangliu turned to the broader audience, opened his arms, and galvanized everyone's emotions. With passionate energy, he said, "Let's all chant together—let's cheer for our Gao Liang!" As soon as he finished speaking, the hall roared with voices: "For Gao Liang! For Gao Liang! Victory! For Gao Liang! Long live Gao Liang!" Zhao Meixuan, Xu Xinyan, Zhang Xiaoli, and Chen Yanling also joined in, shouting enthusiastically. Xia Le Tao happily told Gao Ruolan, "Ruolan, look! Our Gao Liang has secured the win this time!" Gao Ruolan carefully observed Gao Lingxiang from afar and said, "The competition hasn't started yet. Let's wait and make our judgment." Just as Xia Le Tao was about to speak, she saw Gao Liang, with graceful poise, addressing Gao Lingxiang, "This is my stage—you won't beat me!" "Hmph! Who wins and who loses is still uncertain! Don't think you're special—this lady won't back down!" Gao Lingxiang tossed her shoulder-length hair, looking even more youthful and radiant. "Then don't regret it! Today, you're definitely going to lose!" Gao Liang radiated confidence, shining with sunshine. A handsome man and a beautiful woman stood face to face, each determined and unwilling to yield, adding great appeal to the scene. Everyone held their breath, eager not to miss a single moment of this exciting encounter. The performance was immediately captivating. Gao Liang launched a strong offensive, perfectly mastering the taekwondo techniques—each move executed with precise mastery and just the right amount of flair, earning continuous applause and enthusiastic cheers. Qiu Xinxue didn't want to fall behind either; her leg techniques were agile and varied, clearly the result of dedicated training. Yet Gao Liang showed little respect, finding Qiu Xinxue's front kicks, downward sweeps, and straight drives effective against F3 athletes, but clearly inadequate against his own taekwondo expertise. Gao Liang's refined and fluent taekwondo skills were far from wasted—he effortlessly deflected and countered her attacks. As a result, Qiu Xinxue wasted considerable energy, growing increasingly frustrated and agitated, yet unable to make any real impact, prompting many spectators to laugh heartily, while others continued to cheer enthusiastically for Gao Liang. Qiu Xingyue had never encountered such a strong opponent. High Bright's performance far exceeded her expectations, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of everyone. So she decided to win quickly and launched her signature move—a spinning kick aimed straight at High Bright's face. Yet High Bright remained calm and composed, steadying his footing and reaching out to grasp Qiu's right ankle. With Qiu standing on one leg, she looked like a golden chicken standing alone, slightly unbalanced. Though she tried to free herself, High Bright's grip was firm, and she couldn't break free. The audience burst into laughter, making Qiu's face flush with embarrassment and her chest tremble with anger. She urgently exclaimed, "Let go of me! Let go of me!" "Easy enough for me to release you, but you'll have to apologize to me for what you did in class today!" High Bright smiled with a mischievous expression. "Fine! As long as you let me go, I'll do whatever you say! Oh! Oh! It's so painful!" Qiu Xingyue now felt considerable pain. Gaoliang also found it rather dull to keep holding onto a girl like this, so he loosened his grip. Qiuxin Yue lost her balance—perhaps her ankles had gone numb from being held—and she fell directly onto Gaoliang’s body. How could Gaoliang have been prepared for that! Just right, she landed right in his arms, creating a face-to-face, close-up contact. To everyone’s eyes, Qiuxin Yue’s graceful, delicate figure embracing him was a beautiful sight. Yet, besides smelling a fragrant body scent and feeling her soft, yielding form, Gaoliang suddenly noticed something on Qiuxin Yue’s chest—a translucent, brilliantly luminous jade rabbit pendant. How familiar that jade rabbit seemed! He hadn’t quite figured it out when Qiuxin Yue quickly pulled up the slightly open neckline of her dress to cover her chest, blushing and indignantly saying, “You want to eat me for breakfast? Forget it! Now take your turn!” "As he spoke, he launched a punch that high-light didn't anticipate. The blow struck his head hard, sending stars dancing before his eyes and a ringing sound through his ears. High-light was pushed back, and everyone was clearly dissatisfied, shouting together, "High-light! Fight! High-light! You'll win!" Reinvigorated, High-light regrouped and engaged with Qiu Xin Yue in a back-and-forth exchange, neither gaining an advantage over the other. Soon, High-light regained the upper hand, and no matter how many moves Qiu Xin Yue made, she couldn't overcome him. The bright eyes seemed stung, giving Qiu Xingyue the perfect opportunity. As everyone counted to "3," she suddenly roared and executed a flawless taekwondo move—the "flying kick"—directly targeting Gao Liang's chest. F4 completely collapsed, and everyone shook their heads in regret. Guo Xigun, holding the megaphone, sadly announced to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, viewers, although our Gao Liang has lost, I believe in our F4..." Before he finished speaking, the megaphone was snatched away. Qiu Xinxue, now holding the megaphone, proudly declared to the entire audience, "The F4 era is over. Starting today, your idols are changing!" Her words were astonishing, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Gao Liang, finally standing up with the support of Gao Ruolan, stared in astonishment at Qiu Xinxue on the stage, unsure of what she intended to do. Zhao Meixuan, Xu Xinyan, Zhang Xiaoli, and Chen Yanling wept, as the F4 they had cherished deeply had finally fallen. Xia Le Tao also quietly shed tears. Only Gao Ruolan and Gao Liang, watching Qiu Xinxue's confident demeanor on stage, clenched their fists firmly, radiating an unyielding spirit. "Everyone, listen closely—today's idols are—" Qiu Xin Yue raised her high-pitched microphone, shouting with full volume, capturing everyone's attention. Who? Everyone was eager to find out. Qiu Xin Yue pointed to Zhao Meixuan, Xu Xinyan, Zhang Xiaoli, and Chen Yanling, indicating they should step forward, leaving them all astonished.