In the first round, Wang Ling won effortlessly.
The main reason was that Sakai Kazuya was too ruthless. She directly hit Tenkō with her palm and after causing damage, she held on until the start of the match.
Wang Ling didn't even move. Sakai Kazuo bled from his seven orifices and directly fell to the ground with a happy expression on his face.
But this kind of self-mutilation to please Lotus Sun didn't suit her expectations.
After Kazuya Sakai was carried away, Lotus Sun immediately split off Mysterious Sea's sword qi to chase after him and treat him.
"He's working so hard, Rongrong, aren't you going to help him?" Wang Ming laughed in the independent mental chat space.
"If everyone used this method, then this shortcut would be too easy." Lotus Sun's expression was also very helpless.
So to sum up.
In the end, Kazuya Sakai paid the wrong price …
In the office of the Kyushu and the dean's office, Ueki Kun San projected the footage of the closed-door competition into the office.
This was a technique that used certain technical means to steal the image captured by the referee's ball into an image magic treasure and then project it.
Uetsugi Junshan hoped that Wang Ling would lose, so naturally everyone was watching Wang Ling's fight.
"Sakai Kazuya from Kuwata High School lost just like that." On the side, Holland from the foreign capital looked very ugly.
He had seen Wang Ling's and Kazuya Alcohol's data on paper, and Kazuya Sakai's attributes were superior to Wang Ling's in all aspects.
If even Sakai and Kazuya were to lose, then Holland couldn't think of any other possibility besides going easy on them.
"I didn't expect Sakai Kazuya to be so ruthless. The Gray Church really can't be underestimated." Ueki Kuniyama was also shocked by Kazuya Sakai's self-destructive move to "weaken himself" before the start of the match.
What was it that made Sakai Kazuya go to this extent …
Uemaki Junsan and Holland were puzzled by this matter.
"Can you analyze Houlang Sang's combat strength?" Holland asked.
"I'm still thinking of a way."
Uemaki Junshan said.
"Stealing the ball from the referee is already a very dangerous operation."
"It will take some time to steal the combat power data. Mr. Holland. "
"Who is this Houlang Sang's next opponent?"
"He's from Kuwata High School. His name is Akie Yonekura. But don't worry, Mr. Holland, because I've arranged for this person. "
Ueki Junsan laughed sinisterly: "To deal with a hothead like that, it's not enough to defeat him in a match. Isn't this a little too boring? I want him to lose all standing and reputation … "
"Akio Yonekura? I think I've heard this name before."
"This is the person on the list of Mixiu elite students I provided to the Ministry of Foreign Investment. This student intends to further his studies in Mixiu nation. However, his family conditions are rather poor, so he doesn't have the qualifications to go. "
Ueki Junshan said, "So, I proposed to him the condition of a recommendation. They wanted him to lose the match on purpose. In that case, the referee would be able to determine that it was a rigged match and eliminate him and that Houlang Sang. "
"I see."
Holland nodded. "But such a move would be a self-destructive move. Student Micura's reputation will also be affected. "
"Not at all."
Ueki Junshan shook his head and said, "When he goes abroad to study, he'll have a new identity. I promised to give Student Micura Weiming clean data without any foundation so that he can start a new life. Thus, the record of a rigged match won't affect him at all. "
Hearing this, Holland heaved a long sigh of relief.
The preparations this time did sound very thorough, without the slightest mistake or oversight.
After all, this was how a rigged match was determined. If one side cheated, both sides would be eliminated together.
As long as they were eliminated together, no matter which side had ulterior motives, they would be labeled as untrustworthy.
Spectators often didn't care about the truth of the matter; it was fine as long as there was public opinion to guide them.
Then, most people's habitual thinking would make them rush to the front like hungry wolves, bite down hard on their prey, and gorge themselves on it.
Understanding the truth was too tiring; only happiness mattered …
In some sense, Ueki Junshan was indeed a very cunning opponent.
He had a unique vision, and had pinpointed Wang Ling as the key to everything.
As long as he could topple Wang Ling, whatever Gray Sect or reinforcements, they would all be defeated like a landslide.
No matter what kind of achievements you had previously or how many people liked you, as long as you did one thing wrong, it would be magnified by public opinion … it wouldn't matter even if you were God.
Because that was the reality.
But what Holland and Ueki Junshan didn't expect was …
Their seemingly flawless plan for a rigged match had a very important key.
And that was.
The referee's initial assessment of Wang Ling's fighting strength had to be lower than that Micura Weiming …
But they didn't know.
This was a rigged match that could never be possible.
…
Elsewhere, in Huaxiu nation's Songhai city staff apartment. With Zhou Ziyi's help. Odd Zhuo elegantly prepared a table full of fragrant home-cooked dishes.
As he ate, he switched the TV to a specific satellite channel. The TV was showing a live broadcast of Wang Ling's closed-door match.
This image had been projected by Wang Ming's brainwaves to the Battle Sect satellite in space.
A password was needed to access the channel.
Thus, only a few core members of the Battle Sect knew how to get in.
"Isn't that Classmate Wang Ling …" Jiumiya Ryoko frowned.
The moment she saw Wang Ling, she suddenly felt that the youngster's face looked a little familiar.
And she didn't know why. She suddenly felt that Odd Zhuo seemed to be paying special attention to Wang Ling himself.
A woman's intuition told her that the relationship between Wang Ling and Odd Zhuo wasn't simply that of a senior and a junior.
Although Lotus Sun had told her earlier that Wang Xiao 'er and Wang Ling were disciples that Odd Zhuo had secretly taken in, Jiumiya Ryoko still felt that there was something wrong with the way Odd Zhuo looked at Wang Ling.
What kind of shifu looked at their disciples with admiration?
And the way Odd Zhuo looked at him was the same way Zhou Ziyi was looking at him now …
So, why on earth was it like this?
Jiumiya Ryoko started to feel a little confused.
"Classmate Wang Ling, is this a competition?" Jiumiya Ryoko asked curiously.
"Yes." Odd Zhuo nodded. "As my disciple, of course I have to be concerned as his shifu."
After Odd Zhuo said this, Jiumiya Ryoko fell silent again. She took a bite of the sweet and sour spare ribs, and for some reason, felt that they were particularly sour today.
On the other side, when Zhou Ziyi heard that Wang Ling was Odd Zhuo's disciple, he also felt a little upset.
It turned out that …
Brother Zhuo already had a disciple.
Ah, that was true … wasn't it very normal for such an outstanding person like Brother Zhuo to have two disciples?
Zhou Ziyi quickly adjusted his mentality, and his eyes quickly returned to normal as he stared fixedly at the image on the TV.
He had wanted to study Wang Ling's charisma for Odd Zhuo to take him in as a disciple.
Just as he turned his gaze, the crisp sound of a slap rang out on the TV.
Because at that very moment, Classmate Micura Wei Ming, who was in the second round of the competition with Wang Ling, was slapping himself for some reason …
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