Yu Xinghan finished his one-line advertisement. Knowing that a 100,000-yuan advertising fee would soon arrive in his account, he smiled and waved at the camera before slowly walking off the field.
Song Hailong coldly watched Yu Xinghan on the big screen, his eyes utterly unmoved, as though he had expected the outcome of this match all along.
As for just how strong Yu Xinghan was, Song Hailong believed no one in the entire venue understood it better than he did.
"The winner of this Physical Competition can only be him, without a doubt."
"Everyone else is merely fighting for second place."
"Defeating him is not something that can be done overnight."
Song Hailong had already made up his mind. Whether it took one year or two, he would definitely defeat this strongest opponent in history during his high school years.
The next moment, his figure flashed. A thigh as thick as a pillar swept viciously toward the approaching Yu Xinghan with terrifying impact.
Bang!
Yu Xinghan raised his shin and casually caught Song Hailong's sweeping kick.
As their forces collided, a fierce gust exploded between them.
Yu Xinghan smiled helplessly. "Too straightforward. How many times have I told you? You need to be more subtle, hide your hostility a little. Such an obvious attack won't work on me."
Song Hailong refused to yield. "I have no problem with ambushing you, but I'll defeat you fair and square."
Gang Shan exclaimed, "Yu Xinghan... what a formidable body. Is he really a first-year student?"
Le Jingchen nodded. "He's a Golden Core Disciple, after all. I heard he's also Spark True Person's final disciple. The investment he's received isn't something ordinary students can compare with."
"I'm afraid he'll win every remaining event in this first-year Physical Competition."
After watching Yu Xinghan's performance in