Aside from Wang Zheng advancing and Wu Huan being eliminated.
Mei Yiqi lived up to expectations, exhausting his last bit of spiritual energy to wear down his opponent and successfully advance to the top ten.
As for the others, they were all wiped out, leaving only these two survivors at Jingnan University.
After this round, they were allowed to rest for a while, and about half an hour later, the fifth round of the competition began.
"Wang Zheng, Feng Zeyu"
Although it was already a top ten competition, Wang Zheng still showed no interest and lazily walked onto the field.
Upon seeing Wang Zheng's appearance, Feng Zeyu's eyes lit up, and he loudly mocked, "You must be the infamous Wang Zheng, right? You look rather ordinary. I heard you forced a classmate to be your girlfriend at school? Did she participate in the competition?"
Wang Zheng, who was looking listless, yawned and paused for a moment.
He was somewhat lost in thought, staring at the other person's provocative expression.
What's this?
The pre-match trash talk segment?
Looking at the person in front of him, Wang Zheng thought carefully and realized that he seemed to be a mental type player with good physical fitness. He was skilled with two daggers, but he did not follow the control style of the common mental type awakened individuals.
Instead, they uniquely use their mental power to influence the opponent's perception and then engage in close combat.
It was quite a peculiar character. Wang Zheng still remembered him somewhat, and he hadn't seen him talk so much during the morning's match.
Seeing that Wang Zheng still didn't react, the man said again, "I heard you even beat Zong Zheng. Did you win by cheating, or was it just a contest of strength? I heard you're quite strong."
Wang Zheng listened to his clumsy provocation and for a moment couldn't tell if it was a tactic to affect his mood or if he was just being deliberately sarcastic.
"beep--"
As the referee blew the whistle.
Wang Zheng suddenly raised his hand, and Feng Zeyu immediately dodged to the left.
Seeing that Wang Zheng didn't throw any holy light at him, but simply scratched his head with a faint smile on his face, Feng Zeyu couldn't help but blush. He then activated his innate ability.
Wang Zheng stood still, seemingly unaffected, wanting to see what Feng Zeyu was planning.
Feng Zeyu was secretly delighted to see Wang Zheng freeze in place after the opening.
'It seems my plan worked. He didn't rush to attack immediately, and he didn't use Holy Light to embarrass me. Now, with my mental shield, Wang Zheng definitely can't see me anymore.'
'Hmph, as expected, just a reckless fool. He's only strong because of genetics, but his mental strength is still lacking.'
Wang Zheng watched as Feng Zeyu first dodged, then waved his hand, and then squatted down without moving, with a lewd smile on his lips. For a moment, Wang Zheng couldn't figure out what he was up to.
He muttered to himself, "Could it be that he has already used his superpowers, which is why I can't see him now?"
Seemingly having heard Wang Zheng's words, Feng Zeyu swaggered forward, twirling two daggers in his hands, as if victory was already assured.
The spectators in Jingnan were all sweating for Wang Zheng, because Feng Zeyu's battles were always so strange; even when he was standing right in front of his opponent, the opponent could not see or hear him at all.
Then they saw Wang Zheng standing there blankly, and they were all worried that he might have fallen under the other party's control.
Despite their concerns, they didn't say anything to warn them, which shows they have a basic sense of decency.
At this moment, Wang Zheng saw that Feng Zeyu had walked up to him and was about to plunge the dagger into his chest, but it seemed that he had avoided the vital organ of the heart.
After reading this far, Wang Zheng finally understood.
Before the competition began, Feng Zeyu provoked him with words, attempting to disrupt his mind, and then directly unleashed his supernatural power. He now believes that he has been blinded by Feng Zeyu's mental power.
Because I unusually refrained from launching a direct attack, he made a wrong judgment.
That's why he dared to walk over so boldly.
Judging from the position of his attack, he seems to be a decent person. However, this doesn't mean Wang Zheng will let him off the hook for his previous foul language. He will still have to give him a little punishment.
So, the instant the dagger stabbed down, Wang Zheng immediately raised his hand.
In an instant, several beams of holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Feng Zeyu in front of him.
It was obvious that Feng Zeyu was already on guard when he raised his hand, but it was too late.
When his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over.
Feng Zeyu kept muttering to himself.
"You're lying...you're lying...you're lying..."
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