A few seconds later.
"Beep-"
The referee looked at the scoreboard, froze for a moment, then announced, "Wang Zheng... was the first to reach 20 points, winning his match against Gao Liang!"
As the match ended, the rain of fire vanished, and the two reappeared on the arena.
Gao Liang stood in the center of the arena, looking utterly bewildered.
"What? Are you kidding me?! It's over already?!"
"One attack can only kill me once at most! Can it count as multiple hits of damage?!"
Wang Zheng answered calmly, "One attack does indeed score a maximum of nine points. But I attacked you three times."
Unconvinced, Gao Liang retorted, "You mean those other two attacks that barely tickled? How could attacks that weak score eleven points outright?! Was this rigged?!"
At that moment, one of Huakai University's supervising professors seemed unwilling to watch his student display his ignorance on the arena any longer. He spoke up. "That was because of level suppression."
"Level..."
Something occurred to Gao Liang, and he looked at Wang Zheng across from him. "You... you've already set foot on the path of the believer?"
Wang Zheng nodded calmly, then turned to the referee. "Next."
His face flushed with shame, Gao Liang left the arena with his head lowered.
Meanwhile, morale across the entire Huakai University contingent hit rock bottom. Their third-year team, in particular, had lost every shred of spirit.
It seemed that even their top-ranked student in the year had yet to set foot on the path of the believer.
The outcome was already decided.
Just as Qin Siyang was lamenting how boring it was, a low voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Next. Next! Next!"
He turned around and saw Fu Wanli talking to himself.
Beside him, Zhao Sifang asked, "Little Fu, what are you