"Okay, be careful." Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, but he still replied in the end.
He wanted to persuade Han Zhu to admit defeat if he could not win. However, he did not say that in the end.
There were some things that only Han Zhu could decide. He could not interfere.
Men did not need others to interfere in their battles.
After a while, the battle in arena number 12 ended.
Han Zhu stood up slowly. He held a long rod in his hand. He did not say anything to Wang Teng and walked toward arena number 12.
On the other hand, Zhao Yuanwu had a faint smile on his face. It was as if he did not care about this match at all.
He walked up to the arena as well.
"Match, begin!"
The referee announced.
Han Zhu did not hesitate. He waved his long rod. Earth-elemental Force gathered on it. Shadows of the rod shot toward Zhao Yuanwu.
Zhao Yuanwu was very calm. He held his battle saber. Fire-elemental Force gathered on the saber and blocked Han Zhu's rod attack.
He was a fire-elemental martial artist!
The long rod and the battle saber collided. Sparks flew.
Boom!
The huge force on the long rod made Zhao Yuanwu's heart skip a beat. He realized that he had underestimated Han Zhu.
The force was as heavy as a boulder.
Every collision caused the battle saber in his hand to vibrate. The force was transmitted to his hand. His palm hurt as if it was going to split open.
"Get lost!"
Zhao Yuanwu's face was filled with anger. He dodged Han Zhu's attack and slashed his saber. The crimson saber aura carried a terrifying aura as it slashed toward Han Zhu.
Han Zhu's expression was serious. His long rod shone with a rich yellow light. He shouted and blocked the attack.
Clang!
The saber aura collided with the long rod. It made a loud sound.
Han Zhu's expression changed drastically. The huge impact caused him to stumble backward.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every step he took actually left a shallow pit in the hard arena …
Blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
It was obvious that Han Zhu had suffered internal injuries from the attack.
Zhao Yuanwu took advantage of the situation and attacked Han Zhu with his saber. Han Zhu hastily blocked the attacks and retreated. His face was pale.
After a while, he was forced to the edge of the arena.
At this moment, the injuries to his internal organs were becoming more and more serious. His situation was very bad.
"With such little strength, you want to avenge others?" Although Zhao Yuanwu acknowledged Han Zhu's strength, he did not show any mercy. He sneered and mocked Han Zhu.
At the same time, his attacks became more and more violent.
Han Zhu gritted his teeth, and a sharp glint flashed across his eyes. He no longer tried to defend himself. Even when the saber energy was about to hit him, he still brandished his long rod and fought against Zhao Yuanwu.
The two of them fought from the edge of the ring to the center.
In just a short while, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Even though Han Zhu had given it his all, he was still at a disadvantage.
Boom!
After a violent collision, Han Zhu flew backward and landed on the ground with a loud thud.
He abruptly stabbed the long rod into the ground and forcefully stopped his body from retreating. However, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood and staggered.
But then, his feet sank, and the ground cracked. In the end … he stood still!
On his chest, there was an extremely conspicuous saber mark.
A large amount of blood spurted out, and his flesh was badly mangled. His injuries were extremely serious.
Han Zhu wanted to get up and fight again, but he felt weak all over. His vision turned black, and he gripped his long rod tightly to prevent himself from falling. Then, his head drooped, and he lost consciousness.
Zhao Yuanwu strode forward, seemingly wanting to attack again.
Below the ring, Wang Teng's expression changed. He wanted to rush into the ring to stop him.
At this moment, the referee stood in front of Zhao Yuanwu and said expressionlessly, "He has already lost consciousness. You win!"
"Hmph!" Zhao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes and looked at the referee. In the end, he snorted and could only give up.
…
"Phew!"
Many people in the audience had noticed the battle. Now that the battle had ended, many of them finally let out a long breath.
Exciting!
Intense!
This battle had opened many people's eyes.
Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu's battle was very intense. It gave people the feeling that this was a battle between men. They couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
Even though Han Zhu was defeated, no one felt that he was weak.
On the contrary, they silently acknowledged Han Zhu's strength. He was much stronger than most of the contestants they had seen before.
"Huanghai Military Academy is indeed a famous school. This contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"
"Of course. Huanghai Military Academy is one of the top military academies in the country."
"It's a pity that he lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"
"Hmph, I really hope that someone can teach that arrogant Zhao Yuanwu a lesson."
…
In the resting area of Capital Military Academy, Luo Cheng looked at the half-kneeling figure in the ring and shook his head. He felt that it was a pity.
"I'm afraid that Huanghai Military Academy won't be able to compete with us after this defeat," a participant from Capital Military Academy said.
"If Han Zhu can make it back to the finals in the revival round, we might still have a chance to fight him," another person said.
"Don't let your morale be affected," Luo Cheng said calmly as he crossed his arms.
An opponent who had lost their morale was not a good opponent.
…
On the second floor of the audience stand, Peng Yuanshan was expressionless. The other five deans also looked serious as they stood up slowly.
"I'll go down and take a look," Tong Hu said.
"Let's go together." Su Jing and the other three followed him down.
"Old Peng, even your strongest student, Han Zhu, lost. I'm afraid that your ranking will be affected," Yan Kang, the dean of Jinlin University's martial arts department, said with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Victory and defeat are common in the military. If you lose, so be it. We'll get it back in the next martial arts competition. It's not like Huanghai can't afford to lose," Peng Yuanshan said calmly. "Plus, there's still the revival round. With Han Zhu's ability, it won't be difficult for him to make it back."
"You're right." Yan Kang smiled and didn't say anything else. They weren't enemies. They shouldn't argue with each other.
In the arena.
The medical staff wanted to carry Han Zhu down for treatment, but they met with an awkward situation.
They couldn't move Han Zhu!
Han Zhu was holding the long rod tightly. The rod was stuck in the ground and couldn't be pulled out.
The judge went forward to help. He wanted to pry open Han Zhu's hands and pull out the rod.
However, he couldn't pry it open. The rod couldn't be pulled out either.
"This …" The judge was also a 5-star soldier-level martial warrior. He used all his strength, but nothing happened. His face turned red.
"What's going on?" The audience looked at this scene in astonishment. They started discussing among themselves.
"From the looks of it, Han Zhu used a lot of strength to hold the rod so that he wouldn't fall. At the end, he even stuck the rod deep into the ground. Even the judge couldn't do anything about it," the commentator explained in astonishment.
"Let me do it!" At this moment, Wang Teng walked over.
"Can you do it?" the judge asked curiously.
"Let's try." Wang Teng walked forward and gestured for the judge to step back. Then, he slowly pried open Han Zhu's hands.
The judge widened his eyes …
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