"You bastard!"
"Come and hit me!"
"You little thief, don't run away!"
"Take this!"
...
Wang Zheng was secretly pleased; Xiang Yan was in a bad situation now.
He can no longer even transform into mist.
With each shout from Wang Zheng, Xiang Yan crawled and rolled on the ground as he approached Wang Zheng.
He was completely stunned and at a loss, covered in sweat and dirt, looking utterly disheveled.
Although the Magic Academy has recorded some special Paramecia-type Awakened beings, including examples of using sound waves to cause damage, it has never seen or even heard of an ability like Wang Zheng's.
His roars seemed to have a magical power; once you heard them, your body was completely out of your control.
They couldn't help but move closer, even though they weren't power-type players, they still wanted to punch Wang Zheng's smug face.
Before Xiang Yan could think further, he was pulled to Wang Zheng's side in just a few angry shouts.
As for Wang Zheng, he felt no pressure at all. He hadn't used any spiritual energy throughout the entire competition, and the ten points of spiritual energy consumed by the Fierce Battle Roar were negligible to him.
He kept talking, while his hand gently pulled on Xiang Yan's chin.
With a "snap," Xiang Yan's jaw was dislocated.
Wang Zheng was afraid that he would admit defeat prematurely, which would make it impossible for him to continue attacking him.
Otherwise, if he were to actually concede defeat, the referee would stop him.
This move was quite ingenious, considering that he had done the same thing to Mei Yiqi before without being stopped.
That time and that moment are just like this moment.
Although he was only trying to vent his anger for his classmate, he provoked me and even injured Mei Yiqi, so a little punishment is still necessary to serve as a warning. Otherwise, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to mess with me, Young Master Wang, in the future.
More importantly, even after he had clearly won and Mei Yiqi was incapacitated, he still forcibly broke Mei Yiqi's limbs.
This is unsportsmanlike conduct, not to mention pretending to be innocent after the match, it's disgusting.
Thinking of this, Wang Zheng steadied Xiang Yan's shoulders with both hands and gently stroked down his arm.
"Uh, uh, ah, uh, ah..."
Seeing Wang Zheng's actions and feeling the sharp pain in his jaw, Xiang Yan seemed to understand Wang Zheng's meaning and began to struggle incessantly.
However, Wang Zheng didn't talk to him at all, and his fierce battle roars never stopped, making it impossible for Xiang Yan to escape.
Even the most oblivious onlookers now understood. Seeing the monstrous figure behind Wang Zheng roaring to the sky, they realized that Wang Zheng's visualization object also possessed a special sonic attack.
Listening to the constant exclamations of the students around me, I contemplated the wonder of the objects.
At this moment, Chu Xiaoman felt even more smug than Wang Zheng himself, experiencing a thrill of having endured for a long time before suddenly exploding into fame and stealing the spotlight.
At this moment, Wang Zheng naturally didn't care about other people's opinions; he just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible.
After all, I'd been shouting for a while, and my throat was a bit dry.
He then grabbed Xiang Yan's shoulder blades with both hands and squeezed them hard.
"Waaaaah!!!"
Even with his jaw dislocated, Xiang Yan let out a muffled roar from deep within his throat, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He hasn't experienced such pain since he awakened.
Wang Zheng laughed and said, "This is nothing, and you can't even handle it? No wonder you look down on tough guys, turns out you're the one with such a soft bone."
Upon seeing Wang Zheng speak, Xiang Yan immediately tried to transform into his elemental form and escape.
However, Wang Zheng was not about to give him that chance. He immediately interrupted him with a low growl.
Then he said in a low voice, "It's still early..."
Looking at the scene on the field, Yan Kaifu in the audience frowned, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't say anything, only sighed heavily.
Chu Tianxing surprisingly spoke up: "It's good to temper one's temper, so that one doesn't forget that there are always people more capable than oneself, and that there is always something beyond one's understanding."
Yan Kaifu knew this wasn't sarcasm, so he shook his head and said nothing more.
Soon, Xiang Yan lay on the ground like a lump of mud, and he didn't even feel Wang Zheng's roars and fighting anymore.
His two arms, from shoulders to wrists, from top to bottom, were crushed by Wang Zheng.
Even if this injury can be treated, at least the arm will need to be cut open to remove all the bone fragments. His hands are practically useless now, and it will probably take at least a year and a half to fully recover.
However, Shanghai University is very wealthy, so their president might find some rare and precious materials for him, which could help him recover sooner.
With this thought in mind, Wang Zheng looked at Xiang Yan, who was lying on the ground groaning weakly, curled his lips in disdain, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
"Cigarette, you really deserved that name. You're asking for it. Why did you have to come and provoke me? Today I'll teach you a lesson."
He then picked up a hammer from the ground and swung it around, about to smash it down on his legs.
"hiss--"
The onlookers gasped in shock at Wang Zheng's ruthlessness.
With that hammer blow, not to mention the densely packed hammerheads, Wang Zheng's monstrous strength would have shattered even his legs with a single punch.
Everyone could see that Wang Zheng was clearly seeking revenge; crippling his hands was just the beginning.
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