October 11, Sunday.

The training ground was packed with people early this morning.

Several days ago, the school issued an announcement saying that freshmen from Shanghai University would be coming to Beijing South for an exchange match today.

The exchange competition officially started at 9:00 AM.

It was just past seven o'clock, and Wang Zheng was on his way to the Materials Management Office.

Chu Jingnan was very helpful; he managed to finish Wang Zheng's weapon before the competition and sent a message to Wang Zheng early in the morning to pick it up.

It's only 7 o'clock, but older students have already started going there to reserve seats.

Although it was a private competition organized by two schools, it still attracted the attention of most people, especially because of Wang Zheng's excellent performance last night, which added to the popularity of the competition.

Despite the fact that there were still make-up classes today, it couldn't dampen the students' enthusiasm. Some skipped class, others pretended to be sick to ask for leave, and the teachers seemed to know all about it and turned a blind eye.

As for the student council and some of the participants from Jingnan who were going to the martial arts tournament, they had already chosen their spots and were just waiting for the competition to begin. As for who they were there to see, it goes without saying that the events of last night had already spread.

Before the main competition, a warm-up match was held downstairs in the dormitory building of Chengpu District, which added a bit of excitement to this ordinary freshman exchange match.

As Wang Zheng walked along the road, almost all his classmates were talking about the exchange competition, but some of the topics they were discussing were quite disheartening for him.

"Come on, we don't have classes this morning, let's go watch the freshman exchange competition, or we won't get a seat."

"What's so interesting about freshmen? Even if they are students from Magic University, their strength is just so-so."

"You haven't heard? This competition is something else! They started fighting last night. I heard that the students from Magic University came to provoke them, and Wang Zheng, a freshman, crippled two of them, breaking all four of their limbs. He's a ruthless guy!"

"All four limbs severed? That ruthless guy from the first-year medical school who forcibly took a female student?"

"Nonsense, who else could it be!"

"Let's go together! Let's go together!"

Damn it, don't give me the chance again, or you'll be in big trouble!

Wang Zheng memorized the face of the person who had just spoken, harbored a fierce thought in his mind, and then slunk into the materials management center with his head down.

There were other people behind who recognized Wang Zheng and were about to say that he had cut in line, but they were stopped by the people who recognized him.

"That's Wang Zheng, a freshman. Are you out of your mind? I heard that yesterday, when students from the Magic University came to provoke us, he killed two of them!"

"What!? Killed!?"

"That's right, I was there. The therapist went over and sighed, saying that we were too late and that if we had come earlier, we could have saved him."

Another person chimed in, "It's true. I heard he deliberately smudged his face to avoid being recognized."

...

Luckily, Wang Zheng walked away quickly and didn't hear it, otherwise he would have been furious.

When Wang Zheng went inside, he indeed saw Chu Jingnan waiting there.

Teacher Chu pointed to the box behind him and teased with a smile, "Oh, isn't this the famous ruthless guy from Nanjing University? If you had brought these two hammers with you today, your fame would have been even greater, and you might have even earned the nickname 'Bloody Hand Butcher'."

Wang Zheng smiled helplessly and said, "Teacher Chu, others may not know, but how could you not know? Please stop teasing me, it's so annoying."

He then went straight to the box next to him, opened it, and found that it was still the same shape, except that the hammer handle was longer and the grip was wrapped with several layers of animal leather as a hand guard and cushion.

Looking at the hammer body again, it is bright silver overall, a size larger than before, with more and denser spikes, and it exudes a chilling aura while shimmering with a silvery-white luster.

Wang Zheng reached out, picked it up, and tossed it around; the weight was just right.

Then, satisfied, she placed it into the ring.

Seeing that he was satisfied with the weapon, Chu Jingnan continued with a smile and asked, "How does it feel to have a good reputation?"

Wang Zheng curled his lip: "Not so great. If anyone dares to say that to my face, I'll give them a good whack!"

Despite his harsh words, he was secretly suffering. He hadn't expected these bastards to spread such outrageous lies. Since he woke up this morning, he had heard at least seven or eight versions of what happened last night.

The rumors are getting more and more outrageous, and now even claims of murder are circulating.

Although these classmates didn't really believe he had killed anyone, they were just having fun and indulging in some banter.

However, this really got Wang Zheng into trouble; it just goes to show how powerful public opinion can be.