Wu Zhangkong Publicly Slaps the Judges in the Face: "I Don't Want Any Backroom Deals! If We Win, We Win Fair and Square!"

"Teacher!"

Wu Zhangkong stood before the judges' table.

His back was ramrod straight, like a javelin.

His blade-sharp gaze swept over Zhuo Shi, Shadow Brake, and Leng Yaozhu.

"I don't want there to be any backroom deals in this competition."

His voice rang out with conviction.

"Class Five cannot afford such disgrace. If we win, we win fair and square—not spend an entire match humoring some young master."

The moment those words came out.

The atmosphere at the judges' table instantly froze.

The air seemed to solidify into ice.

Shadow Brake's blood-red pupils turned toward him.

He still wore that expressionless face.

But the chill lurking deep within those eyes made the temperature around them plummet.

Leng Yaozhu's face darkened as well.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

The faint, ambiguous curve at the corners of her lips vanished completely.

In its place was an icy sharpness.

Zhuo Shi's smile froze on his face.

He stared wide-eyed at Wu Zhangkong.

What the hell is this brat babbling about?

The one beside me is a True God!

At present, no force on the entire Douluo Continent could confidently stand against a True God-level existence.

Universal Heavy Industry truly had the means to flip the table.

Once nuclear weapons were used, human civilization could only become ruins and regress into a primitive society.

Not to mention that they possessed the latest Artificial Soul Spirit technology—that involved the secret of immortality.

And as for some damn Class Advancement Tournament, who the hell cared?

"Hahaha—"

A burst of awkward laughter broke the stalemate.

Eastsea Academy's principal, Yu Zhen, hurried over.

A layer of fine sweat had already formed on his forehead.

He walked up beside Zhuo Shi, his face piled with ingratiating smiles. "Lord Zhuo Shi, your disciple's personality truly is... truly is..."

He got