As Wang Zheng fell, it was as if a silvery-white sun had fallen from the distant universe to the mortal world, its dazzling silver light exploding and blinding the onlookers.
Only the bigwigs on the high platform could see Wang Zheng's actions clearly.
Just as they were about to make contact, Wang Zheng stomped his right foot on the air, propelling himself upwards. He then twisted his waist and spun around, the giant hammer in his hand spinning twice in the air before finally smashing the hammer down on Zong Zheng's head.
Zong Zheng was quite fooled by Wang Zheng's feint, and was still wondering why he didn't feel the impact of the hammer and spear clashing. With his mind relaxed, he couldn't help but lessen the force in his hand.
Looking up, he saw that the steel hammer was already close at hand, and the spikes on the hammer seemed to have pierced his skin. Zong Zheng was immediately terrified and could only raise his spear again to block.
At the moment the hammer and spear clashed, a powerful gust of air surged out, and even the students at the edge of the arena felt a strong tremor, their clothes rustling loudly in the airflow.
"boom--"
At this moment, a huge roar, like a thunderclap, resounded. In an instant, even the people watching from the high platform were stunned by the terrifying sound wave.
The trainees around the training ground fared even worse. The entire field shook from the immense force of their clash, and some even lost their footing and fell to the ground.
Looking again at the center of the training ground, there was a large circular pit about 10 meters in diameter and more than half a person deep, which shows how much power this hammer had.
At this moment, Zong Zheng was kneeling on one knee, spitting out blood, his body covered in countless wounds.
His arms hung limply at his sides, trembling incessantly, and blood flowed down his arms, forming a small crater.
He is only keeping from collapsing thanks to his strong will; he has completely lost consciousness.
Beside him, a steel gun was bent into a U-shape and looked like it was about to be destroyed.
Wang Zheng, on the other hand, looked completely indifferent, casually slinging one large hammer over his shoulder while continuing to point the other at Zong Zheng.
Although he showed leniency, he wouldn't let his guard down since the referee hadn't yet issued a ruling.
The spectators on the sidelines were stunned, both amazed by Wang Zheng's brute strength and puzzled by Zong Zheng's decision to accept the challenge.
"Two brutes, instead of dodging such an attack, they insist on taking it head-on."
"It's hard to imagine that such a low-skill match was the final of this tournament."
Du Wei was even more disdainful, mocking Fu Qiu while also belittling Wang Zheng and Zong Zheng to improve his own image: "With their combat intelligence, neither of them can be my match. I just need to keep my distance and use fireballs to kite them."
"If it weren't for that good-for-nothing Fu Qiu, our Imperial University would have won the championship long ago. Why would we be stuck here, getting third place and being ridiculed?"
Fu Qiu had already woken up after receiving treatment. Hearing Du Wei's mockery, he couldn't help but retort: "Screw you! With your lousy appearance, they can get close to you in an instant. You're the one who's a piece of trash!"
Seeing that Fu Qiu still dared to speak so arrogantly despite losing, Du Wei immediately started hurling insults at him again.
Lu Youyou knew in her heart that her two teammates were only trying to curry favor with her because of her status. Although she enjoyed being fawned over, she also found Du Wei's constant nagging like a complaining woman annoying.
So Tian Tian said, "I also think Brother Du is even better. How about I ask Wang Zheng to arrange another match for you later?"
Du Wei cursed Lu Youyou inwardly for her viciousness, but he couldn't show it on his face. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Hmph, I'm afraid he won't dare to accept it!"
Lu Youyou saw through Du Wei's outward bravado but inward weakness and felt utterly contemptuous of him, instantly losing all interest in talking to him.
Among all the onlookers, only a few experts at the principal level keenly noticed the sudden wound on Zong Zheng's leg. Then, as if they had thought of something, they all shook their heads and sighed, feeling that it was such a pity for Wang Zheng.
He possesses such exceptional combat talent and an extremely precise grasp of timing and the overall situation, yet he also inherited Wang Shengrong's power. However, without such power, he would not have reached such heights. It can only be said that every action has its own destiny.
The referee, who was also shocked, only blew the whistle to end the game at this point.
As soon as the whistle blew, medical personnel rushed into the field and began treating Zong Zheng immediately.
Upon hearing the whistle, Wang Zheng immediately grinned and put away the sledgehammer he had been pointing at Zong Zheng, then picked up the steel gun from the ground.
I tossed it around casually.
Wow, it's really not light, probably around 80 or 90 pounds.
He then grasped both ends of the steel gun and straightened it with his hands. His expression was very relaxed, and it didn't seem to take much effort, which made the onlookers curse him as a pervert.
Wang Zheng gently shook the steel spear and found that the shaft could no longer be shaken and had lost its flexibility. He then realized that the spear was truly ruined and casually stuck it into the ground.
When Chu Xiaoman saw that Wang Zheng had really won, she jumped up and down excitedly and rushed towards Wang Zheng. Suddenly, she noticed that the wound on Wang Zheng's leg was still bleeding, so she conjured a ball of water in her hand to try to heal Wang Zheng.
It wasn't that the surrounding therapists were unprofessional; rather, Wang Zheng himself acted as if nothing was wrong, so no one suspected he was injured. Moreover, since he was a healing-type Awakened, they simply overlooked him.
Wang Zheng was considering whether to put the steel gun away. Although it looked useless, he wondered if he could exchange it for a pair of A-grade hammers if he sold it to Old Man Chu. With his current strength, he felt that the pair of C-grade steel hammers were a bit too light.
Okay, I'll keep it for now. If someone from Shanghai Jiao Tong University comes to me for it, I'll return it to them. If they don't, I'll just keep it for myself.
Having made up his mind, he immediately put the steel gun away.
Chu Xiaoman was also taken aback by Wang Zheng's antics, and almost couldn't stop herself. The water ball she had gathered in her hand instantly scattered, splashing all over the ground.
Wang Zheng looked at Chu Xiaoman in confusion, wondering what was wrong with her. When he saw her condense another ball of spiritual water and apply it to the wound on her leg, he realized that he was also injured.
Wang Zheng glanced at the data panel and saw that his stamina had immediately recovered from 395 to 400. He was speechless. He hadn't even felt that he was injured. Otherwise, he would have cast Holy Light spell long ago. There was no way Chu Xiaoman would have run over from the sidelines to heal him.
It must be because my physical condition has improved that even my pain has lessened a lot. It seems I still need to be careful in the future and not be careless, since I still lost 5 points of stamina.
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