Chu Tianxing, who was sitting comfortably on the high platform with a smug look on his face, saw that Old Man Yan had already arranged for his students to return, and immediately started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"So you know how prestigious our top university is! Hahaha~"

Old Man Yan couldn't bear being teased like this by his mortal enemy.

He threatened menacingly, "Don't be too smug, you old fool. We still have our trump cards to play. Don't think you've got this in the bag."

Chu Tianxing now has more confidence in Wang Zheng than in himself.

"This is your last chance to admit defeat. If you don't seize it, don't say I bullied you later."

Yan Kaifu glared angrily at Chu Tianxing with a gloomy face, but after a while, he immediately came over with a big smile.

"Old Chu, what's the deal with Wang Zheng? His visualization objects are quite extraordinary. Tell me about their effects. Maybe it will be helpful for us to exchange ideas."

Although Chu Tianxing himself didn't know either, and this was the first time he had seen it today, he didn't reveal the truth. He replied smugly, "No need for that. This is a secret of our Nanda University. How can we just reveal it to irrelevant people?"

At this moment, what Old Man Chu was thinking was:

'That old scoundrel isn't entirely wrong. I'll have to find a chance to interrogate this kid properly and see what new abilities he has.'

If Wang Zheng knew what Chu Tianxing was thinking at this moment, he would probably feel wronged and want to die. He himself wanted to know what was going on today and whether there were any new abilities.

Upon hearing Chu Tianxing's words, Yan Kaifu shamelessly moved closer, pestering him relentlessly, saying, "Old Chu! Isn't that too formal? How can I be a stranger? We've known each other for so many years..."

...

"Xiang Yan, Yan Feng!"

As the referee called, the two quickly walked to the center of the training field.

The one who received a bye was overjoyed, because if nothing unexpected happened, he only needed to wait for the loser of this match and Li Dabao to settle their score, and then he could wait in comfort.

In his view, putting aside the physical exhaustion of the two losers, it was uncertain whether Li Dabao could continue the match after taking such a powerful punch, let alone having to fight another match in between.

Suddenly, he felt full of confidence, as if he had already stepped into the top three.

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The match began soon. The other player on the opposing team was Yan Feng, the fire-type awakener who had defeated He Yiyi. He was very skilled in fire-type abilities, but he was somewhat restrained by Xiang Yan.

Moreover, Wang Zheng didn't want Xiang Yan to lose here; he was still waiting for him to advance to the finals.

"beep--"

As the whistle blew, Xiang Yan, as usual, started the game with a thick fog and white smoke.

Although Yan Feng was very wary of Xiang Yan, he immediately created distance and laid out a fire field as soon as he entered the arena, throwing fireballs wildly. However, it was obvious that his fire field was being targeted by Xiang Yan's mist.

Often, the moment a spark appears, it is enveloped by the boundless mist, followed by a hissing sound, and is eventually extinguished.

Wang Zheng has now realized that Xiang Yan's innate ability is definitely not just smoke or water mist, but a mixed, semi-transparent, non-flammable substance.

He used this white mist to completely envelop the sparks laid down by the opponent, creating a fire extinguishing effect by isolating them from oxygen. It was definitely not because the white mist, formed from water vapor, extinguished the sparks.

The same happened to the fireballs thrown into the white mist; as soon as they entered the smoke's range, they were enveloped by countless surging white mists and then vanished without a trace.

In this situation, it seems to have become a battle of spiritual energy depletion, a contest of who has more and longer-lasting spiritual energy.

As Yan Feng's spiritual energy continued to deplete, the situation began to tilt in favor of Yan.

The fog on the entire training field continued to churn, and Xiang Yan's figure appeared and disappeared in the white fog. Just as everyone's attention was drawn to him, a wisp of fog clung to the ground and slowly rose to Yan Feng's feet.

Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, it suddenly expanded and tried to reach Yan Fengzhao.

However, Yan Feng was no ordinary person. He had noticed the darker white smoke earlier, but pretended not to know it. The moment the smoke rushed over, he jumped back, and then a fierce pillar of fire erupted beneath his feet, completely evaporating and burning the smoke away.

Then, the boundless mist suddenly gathered on the entire training ground, and like a long dragon sucking water, it all entered Xiang Yan's body.

He casually waved his hand and said, "It's over."

As he finished speaking, Yan Feng suddenly felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

He felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and the suffocating sensation made him painfully clutch his own neck.

As soon as he knelt down, bent over, the referee immediately blew the whistle to end the match.