Chapter 40 Poisoned
Make up for your last period
At this time, there was an eerie silence in the Biandong City Hall.
There are very few arenas still in competition.
Except for those who were fighting earlier, all other arenas requested a pause when they saw Dong Haoran come on stage, especially when they saw him appear on the big screen.
Ambitious schools, such as No. 13 Middle School, know that this is an unavoidable opponent.
Those who know that their own schools are far away also want to learn and observe.
So apart from Yang Zheng and his group, there were only two other arenas where competitions were taking place. The audience seats on both sides were still bustling with activity, but in other places, everyone was a little dazed.
what happened
Didn't Dong Haoran show the Monkey King's heart?
Isn't that a real martial arts move?
Why, why are you lying there?
Failed
It must have failed!
"Haoran!" The No. 27 Middle School coach was the first to react. He rushed straight to the ring. Suddenly, the martial arts hall erupted in a flurry of voices, "Is Dong Haoran sick?"
"I feel like I'm being poisoned."
"I think so too. Have you forgotten? Last time, Yang Zheng didn't seem to do anything, and then that guy from the previous game just collapsed, didn't he?"
“…that person.”
"Oh, that's not the point! Yang Zheng might be the descendant of some poison sect. Does that Tang Sect in the novel use poison on their hidden weapons?"
"The country doesn't seem to encourage the use of drugs."
"It's not highly recommended, but it's not explicitly prohibited either. I think this is a very delicate matter."
Use poison!
It's a bit dark, a bit mysterious, and a bit stimulating. Speaking of which, there are very few martial artists who specialize in this. As everyone knows, the country doesn't support it, but it seems that there is no explicit ban on it.
No one knows why, but people’s psychology is the same. The more difficult or unspeakable something is, the more curious it becomes.
There was a very popular novel about the use of poison a while ago, which made people think of it - even the students in No. 15 Middle School couldn't help but have related doubts.
Yang Zheng's mental power value was not exposed. Although those who had entered the heretical space knew that she was recruited by the two major organizations, they all thought it was due to her outstanding performance. If she didn't say anything else, the Public Security Bureau would not deliberately reveal it.
In fact, the numbers of this group of people were initially kept somewhat confidential.
If Wei Yijian and Wu Qing were not involved in this incident, they might not know it immediately.
At this moment, when such a strange thing happened, everyone started to think wrongly. The head coach of No. 27 Middle School jumped onto the ring, hugged Dong Haoran, and turned him over. The camera immediately gave a close-up...
No blood!
There was no bleeding from any of his seven orifices or eyes, but Dong Haoran's face was a little pale and his eyes were dull.
His coach's voice trembled a little: "Haoran"
Dong Haoran didn't respond, and the people at No. 27 Middle School were about to riot: "What happened to Dong Haoran?"
"No. 15 Middle School uses poison!"
…
In just a short while, the use of poison had become deeply rooted in people's minds.
The commentator said quickly, "Now we see that Dong Haoran seems to be injured. Let's see what's going on. Ah, here, slow down, slow down, slow down again!"
Dong Haoran's speed just now was so fast that no one could understand what was going on. But now, under the slow motion, everyone saw that almost at the same time Dong Haoran made a move, Yang Zheng also made a move - he stretched out his right foot again.
Really, that's all she did.
Then, Dong Haoran seemed to be strongly affected, and then he fell to the ground.
"Her feet are poisonous!"
The students from No. 27 Middle School started to make associations again, but some coaches looked different.
Coach Cao from the first high school asked: "Do you have such a child there?"
The coach of No. 25 Middle School said, "Don't you have that there? You said you can reach Xiantian, so Xiantian should be able to do it."
Coach Cao didn't say anything, but his eyes brightened. The coach of No. 25 Middle School thought that this old guy must have hidden a lot of things from him. It's okay about the genius, but he definitely knew a lot about Yang Zheng.
Where can I find out?
As they were talking, someone from No. 27 Middle School was already shouting that they wanted to investigate Yang Zheng. The commentator was about to invite the specially invited Xiantian over when Dong Haoran stood up from his coach's arms. He didn't say anything, but bowed to his coach with a pale face, and then left the stage.
His coach quickly caught up. Yang Zheng looked at their backs and rubbed his nose. Why did he feel like he had accidentally become the villain?
Pop.
I don't know where the first applause came from.
It was so small that it hardly caused any reaction, but soon there was a second and third sound, and then other people reacted and started taking pictures.
Then, I don’t know where it started, but there was already applause from No. 15 Middle School. The other schools were still a little hesitant, but with the commentary, their doubts were gradually resolved.
There is no poison. The referee is right next to us, and using poison will definitely be discovered.
According to the specially invited guest Li Xiantian, Yang Zheng's kick disrupted the flow of Dong Haoran's Qi. In other words, she pointed to the most vulnerable point of the machine.
"It's like this, Professor Li, I don't quite understand. I just don't understand what would have happened if Dong Haoran had rushed over at that time."
"He can't catch it."
“Why can’t I get over it?”
"Well, how should I put it? Do you know spark plugs?"
"Ah, yes."
"A spark plug costs only a couple of hundred bucks, and a cheap one might cost just twenty or thirty. But if you pull it out, the engine won't start, and the car won't move, no matter what kind of car it is!"
Xiantian's final word was heard, and everyone was in awe. No. 33 Middle School suddenly felt that their defeat was justified, while No. 5 Middle School began to feel a pang of fear on their scalp!
No. 15 Middle School is a normal group.
It's not a death group, it's not a gathering of experts, and certainly not a fight between rookies.
In this group, there are two very bad schools - No. 15 and No. 33.
There is one key point - twenty-seven.
Then, there is a middle school that is just okay - No. 5 Middle School.
Originally, they were still in a relaxed state of mind. Although they lost to Twenty-Seven yesterday, this was expected.
If they had any complaints, it was that they felt the start was not very good, as they encountered number 27 right at the start. If they had encountered number 15 or 33, it would have boosted morale.
Now it seems that if they run into No. 33, it will be fine, but if they really run into No. 15... with only Yang Zheng showing up, who can stand up to them?
And in the next game, they will definitely face No. 15 Middle School!
More importantly, if they can't win, they won't be able to advance!
Of course, the students in No. 5 Middle School were unaware of the struggles faced by the No. 15 Middle School. They only knew that they had won! They had won again! They had actually won again!
And the winner was No. 27 Middle School!
Theoretically, they have already qualified from the group stage!
The sense of pride among the entire No. 15 Middle School had reached an unprecedented peak.
The slapping couldn't stop, and I didn't know who started it, but everyone started shouting Yang Zheng's name.
Yang Zheng was a little confused when she saw Ding Ding Ding's rising excitement. Should she lift her hair at this moment?
…
When Yang Zheng was worried about her happiness, there was someone who was thinking about her.
Public Security Bureau.
The public security bureaus in most parts of China are located in the city center, but they only deal with things that are known to the public, such as robbery, theft, murder and arson.
Matters concerning heretics, infected people, etc., are kept in another unlisted place on the edge.
Although we won’t tell you where this place is, the facilities here are all very high-end.
Especially the lighting is very good.
When the weather is good, every room can be described as sunny and bright.
In a room on the top floor, a young man in white training clothes silently punched an instrument.
The numbers on the instrument rotated rapidly and finally stopped at 792.
792GK!
If the boy had thrown such a punch earlier, he would have been ecstatic. But now, he just calmly lowered his hand. The beautiful woman in work clothes beside him wrote down the number with a gentle expression: "That's amazing. You've improved compared to yesterday."
"It's just 10 more GK." The boy said with indifferent expression.
"That's pretty impressive too."
"Soon, it should stop growing."
The beauty smiled but didn't respond. At this moment, there were several knocks on the door, and then Cao Zhengde and Wang Fengyang walked in.
Seeing the two of them, the beauty immediately bowed. Cao Zhengde said, "Could you please make us two cups of tea?"
"OK."
The beauty came out, Cao Zhengde looked at the boy and asked: "How do you feel today?"
"Very good." The young man said this without changing his expression.
"That's good," Cao Zhengde smiled, but inwardly he sighed. According to the information they had, Ding Sheng, while not particularly cheerful and lively, had been quite strong-willed and even a bit paranoid. But now, he seemed completely free of desires.
Yes, the young man in front of me is Ding Sheng.
Yang Zheng and the others had gone out, so of course he couldn't go back, even if his values were normal... In fact, what he called normal was also relative. For example, the punch he just threw was comparable to the ninth level of the acquired realm, but when he went there, he wasn't even a warrior.
In this situation, no one would let him go, and no one dared to.
He himself had some awareness of this and had never made any demands.
Thinking of this, Cao Zhengde came back to his senses: "Do you have any special feelings today?"
Ding Sheng looked over.
"Have you thought of anything?"
The beautiful lady who had just come in with tea, served them the tea and then left.
Ding Sheng looked at the teacup in front of him and uttered a name: "Yang Zheng."
The author has something to say:
Although I will take a break because of my period, I will still make up for it. This chapter is to make up for the last time. By the way, this is really the coldest one I have written in these years, but why am I so happy to write it, hahaha
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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