I'm really not a fool

With Wang Zheng's whereabouts, it was as if a silver-white sun had fallen from the distant universe to the mortal world, and the dazzling silver light exploded, and the stinging onlookers couldn't open their eyes.

Only a few bigwigs on the high platform saw Wang Zheng's movements clearly.

I saw that Wang Zheng stepped on the air with his right foot at the moment he was about to make contact, and then the whole person slammed upward, and then twisted his waist and turned around, the giant hammer in his hand drove his body, turned twice in the air, and finally smashed the hammer towards the top of Zong Zheng's head.

And Zong Zheng was deceived by Wang Zheng's false hammer, and he was not lightly deceived, and he was still wondering why he didn't feel the impact of the intersection of the hammer and gun, and under the relaxation of his mind, the strength in his hand couldn't help but lighten a little.

Looking up, he saw that the steel hammer was already close at hand, and the spikes on the hammer body seemed to have pierced his skin, Zong Zheng was suddenly shocked, and in a hurry, he could only raise the gun again to block.

At the moment when the hammer guns met, a powerful air flow gushed out, and even several students at the edge of the field felt a strong vibration, and their clothes were also driven by the air current.

"Boom-"

At this time, a huge roar sounded like thunder, and in an instant, even the people who stood on the high platform and watched the battle were still numb by this terrible sound wave.

The trainees around the training ground were even more unbearable, and the entire field was shaken by the huge force of the two of them, and some people even failed to stand firm for a while and sat on the ground.

Looking at the center of the training ground, there is a large circular pit with a diameter of about 10 meters, which is more than half a person deep, which shows how powerful this hammer is.

At this moment, Zong Zheng knelt on one knee, spitting blood from his mouth, and countless wounds burst all over his body.

The two arms were even weaker on the sides, still trembling, and the blood was flowing down the arms, and a small pit had gathered.

It was only by virtue of his tenacious will that he did not fall to the ground, and the man was completely unconscious.

At his side, a steel gun had been bent into a U-shape, and it looked useless.

Wang Zheng looked indifferent, a sledgehammer was casually carried on his shoulder, and the other continued to point at Zong Zheng.

Although he showed mercy to his subordinates, the referee did not make a judgment, and he would not take it lightly.

Everyone watching the battle on the sidelines was stunned, both surprised by Wang Zheng's brute strength and very puzzled by Zong Zheng's choice to fight.

"Two reckless men, such an offensive does not choose to dodge, but has to be hard-connected."

"It's hard to imagine that such an unskilled game could be the final of this competition."

Du Wei was even more disdainful, ridiculing Fu Qiu, while not forgetting to belittle Wang Zheng and Zong Zheng, in order to improve his image: "These two people have this fighting IQ, which one can be my opponent, I just need to distance myself and use the fireball to slip them."

If it weren't for Fu Qiu's waste, our Imperial Capital University would have won the championship a long time ago, where do we need to be like now, take a third place, and stay here to be ridiculed.

Fu Qiu had already been treated and woke up at this time, and when he heard Du Wei's ridicule, he couldn't help but fight back: "You slip your mother, just like you, people are close in an instant, you run past them, let's talk about it, you are a waste!"

Du Wei saw that Fu Qiu dared to speak out here after losing, and immediately scolded him again.

Lu Youyou knew in her heart that her two teammates were here to tie up her identity, although she enjoyed the feeling of being sought after like this, but Du Wei had been chattering like a resentful woman here, and she also felt annoyed.

So he said sweetly: "I also think Brother Du is more powerful, or I will help you go to Wang Zheng to fight again?"

Du Wei secretly scolded Lu Youyou in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face, and waved his hand very freely: "Hmph, I'm afraid he won't dare to take it!"

Lu Youyou saw Du Wei's appearance of being strong and middle-class, and she also despised it in her heart, and instantly lost interest in talking to him.

Among all the onlookers, only a few principal-level masters keenly caught the sudden wound on Zong Zheng's leg, and then as if they thought of something, they all shook their heads and sighed, only to feel that Wang Zheng's child was really a pity.

He has such an excellent fighting talent, and his grasp of the timing of the battle situation is also extremely accurate, but he has inherited Wang Shengrong's strength, but if he doesn't have such strength, he can't reach such a height now, he can only say that he has his own destiny under a drink and a peck.

The referee on the side also seemed to be shocked, and only now did he blow the whistle for the end of the game.

As soon as the whistle sounded, medical personnel rushed into the venue and directly began to treat Zong Zheng.

When Wang Zheng heard the whistle, he immediately put away the sledgehammer pointing at Zong Zheng with a smile and picked up the steel gun on the ground.

Flip it upside down.

Hey, it's really not light, it's estimated that there will be eighty or ninety pounds.

Then he held the two ends of the steel gun, and straightened it with both hands, looking at his expression very relaxed, and it didn't seem to take much effort, which made the people who were still watching scold the pervert in their hearts.

Wang Zheng gently shook the steel gun, and found that the barrel of the gun could not shake at all, and lost its toughness, and then understood that the gun was really useless, so he casually inserted it into the ground.

Chu Xiaoman saw that Wang Zheng had really won, jumped and jumped excitedly, and rushed towards Wang Zheng, and suddenly saw that the wound on Wang Zheng's leg was still bleeding, and a ball of water condensed in his hand to treat Wang Zheng.

It's not that the therapists around him are unprofessional, but that Wang Zheng himself looks like a nobody, and everyone doesn't think he is hurt. And he's also an awakened person in the healing department himself, so he ignored him.

Wang Zheng was thinking about whether to put away this steel gun, although it looked useless, but he didn't know if he could sell it to Old Man Chu for a pair of A-grade hammers, with his current strength, he already felt that this pair of C-grade steel hammers was a little too light.

Well, I'll take it first, and if someone from the Demon Capital University comes to me, I'll give it back to them, and if you don't come, forget it, keep it for yourself.

I made up my mind and immediately put away the steel gun.

Chu Xiaoman was also embarrassed by Wang Zheng's comical operation, and almost didn't brake the car, and the condensed water mass in his hand instantly dispersed and splashed to the ground.

Wang Zheng looked at Chu Xiaoman in confusion and didn't know what nerves she was having, and saw that she had condensed a ball of spiritual water and applied it to the wound on her leg, so he remembered that she was also injured.

Secretly glanced at the 395 points of physical strength in the data panel and immediately recovered to 400, Wang Zheng was a little speechless, he didn't feel that he was still injured just now, otherwise he would have lost the Holy Light Technique, where was it Chu Xiaoman's turn to run over from the sidelines to treat him.

It must be that after the physique is getting higher and higher, even the pain has been reduced a lot, it seems that we still have to be cautious in the future, and we can't be careless, after all, I still lost 5 points of physical strength.