As Yu Yun waited, a short student from the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China emerged with a gloomy expression.
Wang Zheng glanced at it casually and thought, "Tsk, another one I don't recognize. I guess the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China sent it."
As expected, under Yu Yun's all-out attack, the short man only lasted two minutes before being punched in the temple and knocked unconscious on the spot.
"Cheng Bin from the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China loses consciousness; Yu Yun from Southeast University wins!"
With the referee's whistle, it was officially announced that the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China (UESTC) had withdrawn from the competition for the share of the pharmaceuticals.
After hearing the referee's decision, Yu Yun walked straight out of the training field and returned to his own camp, seemingly giving up the challenge.
Southeast University has something special. They stopped competing after reaching fourth place, their goal is clear: to secure that 3% share of the pharmaceutical market.
The competition proceeded at a frightening pace. Because there was no further challenge, the next team to be challenged was Shanghai Jiao Tong University, which was ranked third. Their group only had their captain, Zong Zheng, left.
Wang Zheng remembered this person; he was a formidable individual with both strength and physique at level 29.
Before the host could even ask any questions, Zong Zheng flipped onto the stage, a large spear in his hand pointing directly at Imperial University, indicating that no further words were needed.
Meanwhile, at Imperial University, Du Wei and Fu Qiu had a heated argument over who would get a spot on the field.
Lu Youyou, on the other hand, stood aside as if it were none of her business, rolling her eyes at the two arguing with a look of utter disbelief.
Imperial University did not participate in the allocation, their president did not come to the scene, and the teacher in charge just stood behind Lu Youyou, not caring about the dispute between the two.
Finally, the two played rock-paper-scissors, and Fu Qiu won by a small margin. Then, with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, he stepped onto the field with a smug look on his face.
Wang Zheng loudly cheered for Fu Qiu: "Go, Beijing University! You can't lose. If you lose, not only will you lose face for the top university, but your teammates will also laugh at you!"
Hearing Wang Zheng's words, Fu Qiu smiled disdainfully, pointed his long sword at Wang Zheng, and shouted back, "You wait up there. After I deal with this ignorant spear-wielding guy, I'll come back to take back the top ranking of Imperial University!"
Wang Zheng was unfazed by Fu Qiu's provocation; instead, he became even more excited: "I'm waiting for your challenge. Good luck! You absolutely can't lose!"
Looking at the Imperial University's rest area, Du Wei, his thoughts exposed by Wang Zheng, immediately looked furious and resentful, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. Because when Fu Qiu went on stage just now, he genuinely thought it would be best if Fu Qiu didn't win.
Lu Youyou turned to look at Wang Zheng, her beautiful eyes sparkling, as if she were secretly plotting something.
When everyone saw Wang Zheng cheering for Imperial University, they didn't react for a moment. But after figuring out the key point, they realized that this kid had no good intentions.
However, Fu Qiu's confidence and Wang Zheng's cheers had no effect. If you can't beat someone, you can't beat them. After only a few rounds, Fu Qiu had several holes in his body, blood gushing out continuously. He had already thrown the short knife aside, gripped the shield tightly with both hands, and was breathing heavily.
Fortunately, Zong Zheng did not continue to attack. Instead, he looked at the teacher in charge of the Imperial University team. Seeing the situation on the field, the teacher decisively conceded defeat and took Fu Qiu off the field for treatment.
Wang Zheng watched as Fu Qiu, covered in blood, was dragged away, and sighed inwardly, "He's destined to be a workaholic; he can't even slack off when he wants to."
Suddenly, a large hammer appeared out of thin air and smashed into the center of the empty field.
The hammer arrived before the man did.
The steel hammer, weighing over a hundred pounds, smashed a large crater in the open field. Then, Wang Zheng pushed off the ground with both feet and, in just a few leaps, reached the center of the field, silently demonstrating his determination to fight.
When Wang Zheng stood opposite Zong Zheng, he felt a little regretful. His entrance was so arrogant. What if the other party didn't want to challenge him? This would probably become a black mark on his life. In front of everyone, it would probably become an infamous scene.
Wang Zheng looked at Zong Zheng, who had a serious expression, and asked cautiously, "Do you want to take on the challenge?"
Zong Zheng was nine feet tall, with a magnificent face, broad shoulders and a powerful build. He held a steel spear that was eight feet two inches long, with a spindle-shaped spearhead that was exceptionally sharp. The shaft was made of a special alloy, and when shaken, the spearhead trembled incessantly, making it difficult to pinpoint the point of the spear. He truly looked like an unparalleled fierce general.
Seeing that Zong Zheng did not answer, Wang Zheng asked again, "Or do you need to rest for a while?"
Wang Zheng was observing Zong Zheng, and Zong Zheng was also silently observing Wang Zheng in front of him. He saw that Wang Zheng had a resolute face, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, was about 185 cm tall, and had a well-proportioned figure. He looked completely ordinary, just like an average person.
Looking at the two large hammers in his hands, Zong Zheng's eyes narrowed sharply, realizing that Wang Zheng's strength far surpassed his own.
Zong Zheng's expression immediately turned serious. He had already learned about Wang Zheng's characteristics from his own principal. Although he was an awakened individual in the medical department, he possessed terrifying brute strength.
But since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature, but no second place in martial arts.
Zong Zheng wielded his spear with great power and might, and naturally, he was arrogant and unwilling to submit to others.
He considered himself to be quite strong, a prodigy among his peers, and invincible among those of the same level. So, encountering a formidable opponent like Wang Zheng today naturally stirred his blood.
When Wang Zheng asked him if he wanted to rest, he felt that Wang Zheng was arrogant and conceited, and that he was simply going too far!
He immediately shouted, "Fight! Zong Zheng, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, please enlighten me!"
Seeing that his opponent had finally accepted the challenge, Wang Zheng was in no way inferior: "Wang Zheng, Jingnan University, please enlighten me!"
Before he could even utter the word "teach," he swung his hammer and charged forward with it.
Zong Zheng was not intimidated by Wang Zheng's attack. He deflected the flying hammer with his spear and then blocked another attack from behind Wang Zheng.
Although he was mentally prepared, Wang Zheng's two blows still made his hands go numb, and he almost couldn't hold onto the steel gun. He cursed him inwardly as a pervert.
'It seems we must go all out from the start! A swift and decisive victory is essential!'
With this thought in mind, Zong Zheng roared, swept Wang Zheng aside with a spear, then plunged the spear into the ground, mobilizing all his spiritual energy to activate his supernatural power.
Wang Zheng casually picked up the steel hammer that had been thrown away and looked at Zong Zheng in front of him. Zong Zheng was now enveloped in dark red flames, as if countless tiny dark red lightning bolts were running through him.
He thought to himself, 'Luckily, this kid has a buzz cut and no tail, otherwise I would have really thought he was a Super Saiyan. Is he going to unleash his power?'
Although he was internally complaining, he didn't underestimate them in the slightest.
Taking advantage of his outburst of anger, Wang Zheng threw a flying hammer, but the hammer bounced back as if it had hit a piece of highly elastic plastic.
Wang Zheng caught the flying sledgehammer in his hand and became cautiously wary.
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