Wang Ma was practicing his blade work in the Training Room.
Over the past few days, after realizing what he had been lacking—
He could not say he had advanced by leaps and bounds, but he vaguely felt that his understanding of the blade had improved considerably.
"This raises my chances of getting into Divine Martial University. Unlike before, even if I got in, I'd only be at the bottom."
Wang Ma patted his head.
He was about to put on his helmet and enter Martial Glory to spar with opponents.
Suddenly, he heard waves of commotion from the first floor, seemingly mixed with angry shouts.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Wang Ma ran downstairs.
First floor.
At that moment, more than a dozen people lay scattered across the floor.
Every one of them clutched an arm, their faces full of humiliation.
"Zeng Hao, you have to win!"
In the crowd, Zeng Hao and Yu Qingqing were locked in combat.
They could all see that Zeng Hao was at a disadvantage, yet they still clung to an unrealistic hope.
Yu Qingqing was somewhat surprised. Zeng Hao's vitality and blood had already risen to over eight points, and his Wind Thunder Fist had also broken through to the fourth level.
He could not take Zeng Hao down quickly.
Qiu Yingzong looked at those students. In his eyes, they were all trash.
"Yu Qingqing, hurry up."
Hearing Qiu Yingzong's impatient words, Yu Qingqing immediately panicked.
Disregarding the possibility of injury, he endured the pain in his shoulder and launched an all-out strike.
Zeng Hao had never been Yu Qingqing's match.
After taking his charged blow, he was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale as paper.
The students nearby were all stunned.
In just a few minutes,