As expected, Wang Zheng didn't collapse to the ground covered in blood, leaving the group of cursing freshmen looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering what had happened.
Wang Zheng had naturally heard some of the shouts and jeers from his classmates, but what's said is said, and there's no going back. He could only try his best to make up for his previous mistake.
As for how to make amends, the best way is to highlight one's own strength and let everyone know that one has the ability to deal with 100 alien beasts. This is the best way to resolve the awkward situation for oneself, for Chu Tianxing, and for Jingnan University.
The camera then pans to Wang Zheng, who is still standing in the center of the training field.
At this moment, looking at the lynx rushing towards him, he felt no emotion, and even wanted to laugh a little.
He was getting increasingly anxious watching the three big cats attack him from both sides, circling around him. He desperately wanted them to pounce on him.
Even now, when a lynx lunged at his neck, he not only didn't dodge, but even raised his head and moved his neck forward, as if afraid the big cat might miss.
He raised his hand in advance to cast a Holy Light spell on himself; a little disguise was necessary, after all.
The lynx is one of the most numerous hunters in the wild, known as a killer of newcomers. Its claw strike is fierce and ruthless; any ordinary person would probably have died under its claw long ago.
However, Wang Zheng was no ordinary person. The moment the claws gripped his throat, Wang Zheng remained standing still, but the lynx let out an extremely tragic cry and jumped back quickly with two small leaps.
Wang Zheng nodded slightly. The flesh on his neck was still as smooth as ever. But looking at the lynx, there was a huge wound on its jaw, with blood dripping down continuously.
This was naturally the start of Wang Zheng's 50% damage reflection from Thornheart taking effect.
The bizarre sight before them frightened the other strange beasts around them so much that they dared not make any further moves.
The onlookers didn't even see what happened before the situation on the field instantly reversed, with the lynx injured and forced to retreat.
"What happened? Did you see how Wang Zheng made his move? How did the Gale Lynx suddenly get injured?"
"Didn't he go up empty-handed? I think I just saw him raise his hand slightly. Was he hiding something like a razor blade in his hand?"
"Isn't he a healing type? That white light must be his healing spell."
...
Wang Zheng saw the ten strange beasts surround him and waved them mockingly.
Unexpectedly, this simple action startled the injured lynx, causing it to take several steps back.
The Garo and Pangolin, who came from behind, ignored their timid brethren and pounced on them together.
It's hard to say whether these two strange beasts are from the same source, since apart from slight differences in fur color, they are equally ferocious, except that one has evolved teeth and the other has evolved claws.
Wang Zheng remained unmoved and allowed them to attack until the wolves and dogs had completely surrounded him and he was no longer visible.
These strange beasts kept biting and clawing, but Wang Zheng remained standing still, without any wounds on his body, and not even a wrinkle on his clothes.
All that could be seen were the strange wounds of varying sizes appearing on the bodies of these beasts, followed by the tearing of flesh and blood, which immediately caused blood to flow all over the ground.
Wang Zheng was very satisfied with the result. He originally did not intend to fight back, but stood still and let them attack him and then injure or kill him.
Finally, add a casual "That's it?"
It perfectly embodies the style of showing off.
However, he seriously underestimated the stench emanating from these animals. They had spent so many days eating, drinking, and defecating in their cages, and had even gone hungry for several meals. Their fur was all matted together, emitting a strange odor.
Now that Wang Zheng was surrounded, the air around them suddenly became murky.
Unable to bear it any longer, Wang Zheng instantly unleashed his spiritual energy, stepped forward with his left leg, raised his hands slightly, and used the power of his hips to propel his entire body forward.
With the activation of spiritual energy, the several strange beasts surrounding him were blasted away. They rolled on the ground several times before standing up, their bodies covered in blood and dust, their fur matted and stuck together, looking quite disheveled.
Looking at Wang Zheng again, he was spotless, and the blood all around him combined with his otherworldly demeanor made one exclaim: Master!
While everyone was still completely bewildered, the last wild boar finally arrived, albeit late.
The wild boar is the slowest, but it has the greatest strength. Even before it evolved, the wild boar was already incredibly strong, and this advantage became even more pronounced after it mutated and evolved.
Dust billowed up all around, and the earthen boar, its body covered in earthen armor, seemed to have grown even larger as it charged towards Wang Zheng with all its might.
Since Wang Zheng had already made his move, he didn't intend to let the beasts get any closer. He slowly extended a palm in front of him, then joined his palm together as a finger and pointed it at the earth pig's forehead.
The moment he was touched by his finger, the boar's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. The enormous inertia caused both of its hind legs to leave the ground, creating a stark contrast between its massive body and Wang Zheng's not particularly robust physique.
The immense impact plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and finally, with a "thud," it tumbled over in front of Wang Zheng, twitched a couple of times, and then fell silent.
The boar's massive body was intact, except for a deep, bottomless blood hole on its forehead, from which red and white blood flowed all over the ground. It was clear that it had no chance of survival.
In contrast, Wang Zheng remained standing with his hands behind his back, as if rooted to the spot, without moving an inch.
The key is to remain as steady as a mountain, without changing one's expression.
He calmly withdrew his finger, casually flicked it a couple of times to shake off the blood, and looked completely unperturbed.
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