"Next match: Mei Yiqi, Zhu Canyang."
With the referee's whistle, Mei Yiqi strode forward, and another student on the opposite side also confidently stepped onto the field.
Wang Zheng had an impression of Zhu Canyang. He was 2 meters tall, muscular, and bald. He was a defensive type of Awakened One, and at first glance, he was the kind of physical cultivator that Black Yama liked.
His strength and speed are also quite impressive. He uses his iron fists to fight his enemies. Yesterday, he fought against a student from the Department of Strength at Nanjing University. The two fought a brutal battle.
In the end, Zhu Canyang easily won thanks to his stronger and more durable physique.
Although it's just a competition, having weapons is always more advantageous than not having them, but there will always be contestants who focus on physical training rather than weapon training.
Strictly speaking, Wang Zheng is also such a person, which is why he has a particularly good impression of this bald man.
Moreover, his boxing style didn't seem to follow the style of Sanda or boxing; instead, it had some elements of traditional Chinese martial arts, which greatly interested Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng suddenly realized that the place where they often trained seemed to be called the National Martial Arts Hall. Since it was called that, he wondered if it included any traditional Chinese martial arts techniques.
Hmm, I'll have to find an opportunity to ask Old Man Chu.
By the time Wang Zheng had a few thoughts running through his mind, the two contestants were already standing in the center of the field.
After exchanging greetings, they waited for the competition to begin.
"beep--"
As the whistle blew, Mei Yiqi quickly pulled back, while several pale blue wind blades appeared behind him, remaining dormant.
Wang Zheng nodded to himself. It seemed that he had indeed practiced a lot and was now quite skilled. He was no longer the silly fool he used to be. He used to condense all his spiritual energy into a blade in one go and then release it all at once, wasting spiritual energy.
In contrast, Zhu Canyang did not take the opportunity to rush forward. Instead, he stood still, firmly planted his feet, then focused his mind and exhaled, shouting, "Subduing Demon Golden Body, open!"
As he spoke, the surrounding audience and the contestants from Nanjing University began to whisper among themselves.
"What is the Demon-Subduing Golden Body? It sounds really awesome."
"I've never heard of such a superpower."
"Didn't the teacher say yesterday that his ability is defensive, just like Ah Hao's? It increases defense after hardening?"
"Hey, don't use such lewd words! Can't you just say it all? Skin hardening, you bastard!"
One of the people next to them spoke up angrily; clearly, this was Ah Hao, the man they were talking about.
Then the person continued, "Don't worry about the details, look, there's a change."
In the center of the arena, Zhu Canyang raised his arms out to the sides, then, as if exerting all his strength, tried to put his hands together in prayer.
Seeing this, Mei Yiqi, though unsure of his opponent's true intentions, knew he had to disrupt their plans.
With a thought, the wind blades behind him shot off with a whistling sound.
The wind blades aimed directly at the opponent's eyes, throat, groin, and other vital areas.
This was clearly a move to attack where the opponent had to defend, with the aim of disrupting Zhu Canyang's rhythm.
However, Zhu Canyang ignored the oncoming wind blades and shouted, "Subdue!"
As he clasped his hands together, several wind blades struck him accurately.
"Ding~ Ding~ Ding~ Ding~"
Just as the wind blade was about to strike, a golden ripple seemed to spread out at the point of impact. Then, the dark blue wind blade, which had already fully materialized, was like tofu hitting an iron wall.
It shattered instantly, scattered in all directions, and disappeared, leaving only the rings of golden light still surging around Zhu Canyang, shimmering under the sunlight, like a statue made of pure gold, and indeed possessing some of the golden body he had described.
At this moment, the person next to Ah Hao spoke up again: "Hard Hao, can you do that, so that your whole body is completely unprotected and can withstand attacks from any point?"
The student named Ah Hao thought for a moment, compared his physical strength to the wind blades he had shot out earlier, and then shook his head in frustration: "No way."
Seeing that the wind blades had no effect at all, not only was Mei Yiqi shocked and his opinion of Zhu Canyang's abilities rose even higher, but Wang Zheng, who was sitting in the audience, was also surprised.
He could tell that the wind blades Mei Yiqi had just unleashed were condensed and emerald green, far superior to the loose wind blades he had seen at the opening ceremony.
This deep blue wind blade is more than twice as strong as any of the previous ones.
However, even a wind blade of this strength couldn't break through Zhu Canyang's protective ability, which made Wang Zheng even more interested in him.
Moreover, Wang Zheng found the bald man's supernatural ability rather strange. It didn't even seem like a supernatural ability; rather, it was like he had cultivated some kind of technique. He wondered how his mentor had helped him develop it.
Wang Zheng thought that if he had the opportunity to communicate with the other party after the competition, he would like to do so.
Looking back at the arena, the bald man was already showing signs of making a move. If Mei Yiqi didn't have any other more powerful moves, it seemed like he was already in a losing position.
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