Wang Zheng looked at Wu Huan, who had a determined expression, smiled and nodded, saying, "Keep it up."
Then Wu Huan, carrying a short knife, strode towards the center of the training ground.
Her slender body seemed to contain boundless energy.
Wang Zheng's eyes were full of admiration.
Wang Zheng could offer some guidance on mindset, but he had no good advice on how to use and develop her abilities, or on building a tactical system.
She can only rely on her own research or wait for a relevant mentor to help her in the future.
Of the few people I know well, besides Mei Yiqi, I can discuss with him later whether I can make dumplings.
There's really no good way to deal with Wu Huan. She has the reaction speed and mobility, but her biggest problem is that she lacks lethality. However, this is related to physical fitness, and there's no other way but to keep training.
Wang Zheng knew that she practiced the horizontal training method very intensely every day, but after all, the upper limit of spiritual energy was there, and she couldn't add points like him, so naturally her progress wouldn't be very fast.
Moreover, in Wang Zheng's view, it's completely self-inflicted suffering for a contestant like her with obvious weaknesses to participate in the individual competition, and she was just lucky in these rounds.
If she had encountered Zhu Canyang from before, she probably wouldn't have been able to even break through his defenses.
If you really want to prove yourself through competitions, you might as well form a fixed team as soon as possible and practice teamwork.
In team matches, flanking the backline can still be quite effective.
Of the others, He Yiyi is a weaker version of Wu Huan, and it will be difficult for her to stand out.
As for Chu Xiaoman...
A player completely unsuitable for competition, someone who can't even participate in team battles, definitely a support/medical staff member.
In other teams, support players either provide real-time healing, offer buffs and crowd control, or dispel negative status effects.
And what about Chu Xiaoman?
Are they going to go to the stadium to play in the water?
It wasn't that Wang Zheng looked down on her, but that it was too difficult to win a battle without the aid of supernatural abilities, unless she raised her spiritual energy limit to the same level as his grandfather and then fought with her bare body.
But this is clearly unrealistic.
So, Wang Zheng rarely said anything to Chu Xiaoman when she was lazy and didn't train. As for Wu Huan and Mei Yiqi, they trained even harder than Wang Zheng, so it wasn't Wang Zheng's place to supervise them.
In Wang Zheng's divergent thinking, the two combatants had already clashed.
Wang Zheng didn't really remember Luan Zhidong from Magic University, only that he had defeated a relatively weak student from Nanjing University yesterday.
As for saying he's very strong, that's just empty talk, just to ignite Wu Huan's fighting spirit and stimulate her to manifest her mental object. Even if she doesn't succeed, at least it'll be good to increase her attack power, just like in the last match.
Wang Zheng had also seen the crimson blade light earlier, and it was indeed quite powerful. If she could use it consistently, there shouldn't be any problem with insufficient firepower.
And the situation on the field certainly reflects this.
With his mind focused, Wu Huan unleashed his full power, wielding a straight knife with ferocious force.
Although it wasn't exactly a one-sided battle, and he didn't use that blood-red blade light again, he did manage to suppress his opponent.
Before Luan Zhidong went on stage, he had already breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Wu Huan's name, because whether it was Wu Huan against Wang Zheng or against himself, at least he had escaped Wang Zheng, the god of death.
Although Wu Huan won against Shang Houming in the previous match, it was a narrow victory. Every time he dodged, he was in grave danger, and in the end, he was seriously injured.
Moreover, as fellow speed-type Awakened Ones, I am not slow, and being male, I may even have an advantage in strength.
Yes, the advantage is in my hands!
Even before he went on stage, he was thinking about how he would brag to Shang Houming after he won.
However, reality was completely different from what he had imagined. Although the girl was indeed slightly weaker than him, her speed and reaction ability were far beyond the normal range.
Luan Zhidong only saw a straight blade relentlessly attacking his vital points.
Thrust, stab, chop, split, sweep, flick, push, cut.
One strike after another, relentless and dazzling, the attacks surged forth like a tidal wave, the sound of air being torn apart like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, making it difficult to defend oneself.
Moreover, Wu Huan completely disregarded the possibility of injury, employing a ruthless fighting style of trading injury for injury and risking his life, which overwhelmed Luan Zhidong to the point of being unable to breathe.
Wang Zheng nodded to himself as he watched Wu Huan's performance, knowing that the game was already won.
The other party's mindset is already in disarray.
As long as Wu Huan doesn't make any major mistakes, the other party has basically already sent it.
Will Wu Huan make a mistake?
In a state of heightened mental concentration, she seemed to be unable to hear any external sounds, her eyes fixed solely on her opponent's weaknesses.
A voice kept echoing in my mind.
'I want to win, I can win, I will win!'
As Wu Huan unleashed her final strike, countless white wisps of steam rose from her body, surging and coalescing into a faint human shape.
This scene had been seen before in previous matches, but now the figure was clearer and more three-dimensional, appearing to be a woman clad in armor, one hand resting on a long sword at her waist, gazing at the stars with a cold expression.
A sharp, blood-red light suddenly appeared, seemingly carrying unparalleled power, swiftly severing the short sword in Luan Zhidong's hand and then striking down hard into his chest.
Countless drops of blood gushed out, splattering Wu Huan's head and face, but she was completely unaware.
Then Luan Zhidong opened his eyes wide, looked at the broken sword in his hand, and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Beep—beep—beep—"
The referee blew his whistle sharply, and Wu Huan sheathed his knife, standing with his hands behind his back.
"Jingnan University, Wu Huan, wins!"
Upon hearing the referee's verdict, Wu Huan remained expressionless and simply left the field. His cold face and calm demeanor seemed to overlap with the figure in the mist.
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