"beep--"
With the referee's whistle, the first match of the final began.
Xiang Yan used the same old trick: he summoned white mist that covered most of the area, and then hid inside it.
Then, faint sounds could be heard coming from the mist.
"Wang Zheng, let me tell you, you can't even break through my fog spell. If you're so capable, come in and try it, hahaha!"
The voice sounded somewhat muffled, echoing in the mist, making it impossible to pinpoint its location.
However, Wang Zheng completely ignored him.
He simply rested his hands lightly on the handle of the sledgehammer, staring blankly at the white smoke filling the arena, showing no intention of launching an attack.
He didn't actually take Xiang Yan seriously at all; he only had two thoughts on his mind right now.
First: He made Chu Tianxing sound completely believable.
Second: Beat the opponent into the same state as Mei Yiqi. Of course, it would be best to break all of his moves before playing with him properly.
Xiang Yan laughed until his voice was hoarse in the white mist, but seeing that Wang Zheng completely ignored him and was not at all as irritable and brainless as rumored, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Actually, his smoke looks strange, but it's not really that magical.
Moreover, he himself could not see the outside scenery in the smoke.
As for how to judge the opponent's actions, it all depends on sensing changes in the arena through the white mist.
To put it bluntly, although his mist-like aura is a new type of talent that has never appeared before, it is still being cultivated as an elemental talent.
The elemental cultivation system in Magic University is the same: spread out, harass, and consume.
Only a very small number of students have their own strong and unique style and will create their own tactical system, but it is obvious that these freshmen are not among them.
Back to the competition, this white fog is the field that Xiang Yan set up.
Moreover, it has more functions, integrating reconnaissance, protection, perception, and harassment.
However, Wang Zheng had already seen through the true nature of his ability. After the match started, he stood still and didn't move at all, which made Xiang Yan quite uncomfortable.
Although Wang Zheng could break through the impasse by rushing in now, it would contradict his original plan.
He didn't want the other side to lose so easily.
Seeing that Wang Zheng hadn't made a move, Xiang Yan couldn't hold back any longer, and the mist surrounding him thinned out a bit.
The remaining smoke transformed into a large ball, just like when they fought Mei Yiqi before, and hurled it at Wang Zheng.
Upon seeing the white ball descending from the sky, Wang Zheng immediately reacted, shouting, "Well done!"
Then, with a gentle hook of the instep, he grabbed the large hammer at his feet.
Then, with his knees slightly bent, he stomped his feet hard on the ground.
"boom--"
The ground was blasted into a large crater, and Wang Zheng used the force to shoot into the sky like a cannonball.
Fueled by spiritual energy, the two large hammers in his hands gleamed with a chilling light as he slammed them down on the misty ball that hurtled towards him with a fierce whistling sound.
"Snap—splash..."
The enormous white sphere, upon impact with Wang Zheng's hammer, first cracked, then emitted a sound like shattering glass, before scattering across the ground.
Moreover, the fragmented white mist clumped together and did not disperse back into smoke.
"snort……"
Just as Wang Zheng swung his hammer and exhausted his strength, Xiang Yan let out a muffled groan in the thick fog.
Then another fog ball suddenly condensed behind Wang Zheng and crashed into him with a bang.
However, Wang Zheng, who was still in mid-air, did not panic at all.
He stomped his toes in mid-air, his falling body suddenly shooting upwards a bit more. With his extraordinary waist strength, he twisted and spun half a circle, swinging the hammer in his hand in a wide arc to smash the white ball that was hurtling towards him from afar.
"boom--"
With another deafening roar, the white ball was smashed to pieces by Wang Zheng's immense force.
"Cough...cough..."
After shattering the white ball, Wang Zheng used the force of the spin to straighten up in the air and then landed steadily.
Upon landing, they heard a series of suppressed coughs coming from the thick fog, as if smashing the two white balls might have also harmed the other.
Wang Zheng raised his sledgehammer, pointed at the slightly thinner smoke ahead, and said with a smile, "I've found another weakness of yours, cigarettes!"
Xiang Yan was also somewhat horrified at this moment, and wanted to curse loudly.
He knew all too well the strength of the condensed white mist; at least Li Dabao had absolutely no way of breaking the white sphere into powder.
Moreover, let's not even mention that Wang Zheng's strength surpasses that of Li Dabao.
Who the hell can levitate in the air? You're not some kind of mental being who has materialized into a physical form.
How come you can still do a double jump while turning around?
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