The burly man with the iron tower had a ferocious expression on his face, exuding an aura of level eight!

He slapped the ground!

"Thrust!"

Fatty Wang shuddered!

Suddenly, spikes of earth rose up from the ground, and he quickly dodged them.

"You want to violate my ass? How disgusting!"

The man with the iron tower remained unmoved.

"mudslide!"

Those seemingly harmless, enormous earth spikes suddenly turned into mud, like waves crashing back.

They were about to wrap up Fatty Wang.

"Wait!"

Fatty Wang shouted, "I surrender!"

The man with the iron tower was stunned. "You really admit defeat?"

"That's right, I admit defeat!"

Fatty Wang jumped straight off the stage.

"Chen Chu, I can't beat this guy!"

Earth-type classes are generally immune to lightning magic, let alone these level eight players.

Let alone Fatty Wang, even if you add the rest of Jiangcheng University together, they wouldn't be enough to defeat Iron Tower Man by himself.

"It's up to you now!"

Fatty Wang sighed; the difference in strength was a fatal flaw.

Chen Chu chuckled and patted the fat man on the shoulder, "That's good enough. You've taken down two of their opponents. To be honest, I didn't expect that."

Everyone was surprised and full of praise.

Hai Xin's eyes held a special quality, even a hint of admiration.

"Erpang, you're so awesome!"

Faced with Hai Xin's praise, Fatty Wang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"I may not be strong, but I definitely have a brain!"

Teacher Qingqing gently reminded him from the side, "Chen Chu, be careful when you go up. This student is very strong and not as simple as he seems."

Chen Chu, with his hands behind his back, confidently said, "Sister Qingqing, ten seconds!"

Liu Qingqing looked puzzled. "What ten seconds?"