Duan Chongfang stood calmly to one side, holding the hammer's handle, without a speck of dust on him.
He looked like some random passerby who had casually picked up a hammer that just happened to have Wang Xugong pinned beneath its head.
"How... pfft... how is this possible?!"
Blood spilled from Wang Xugong's mouth as he stared at Duan Chongfang in disbelief.
Duan Chongfang shook his head, a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
"I deliberately gave you time to surrender. I never expected to get a load of nonsense instead."
Then he whipped his arm around, swinging the heavy hammer into a blur.
Whoosh-
Thud-
Duan Chongfang brought the hammer down squarely on Wang Xugong's helmet.
Seeing that Wang Xugong's helmet had not shattered, Duan Chongfang thought that Western Glory students really did have top-quality armor. But he said nothing and kept swinging the hammer, pounding away.
Whoosh-
Thud-
Whoosh-
Thud-
The surrounding stands were as silent as a library at midnight.
Aside from the Southern Glory third-years who had fought Duan Chongfang before, no one understood what had happened. They could only stare blankly at his one-sided beating.
"Stop! Stop! I surrender... cough, cough... I surrender!"
Unable to withstand Duan Chongfang's relentless assault, Wang Xugong finally gave in.
"Wang Xugong of Western Glory University has surrendered. Duan Chongfang of Nanrong University wins!"
Duan Chongfang stopped attacking, tossed the heavy hammer aside, and walked calmly off the arena.
Wang Xugong struggled to remove the electrified net covering him, took off his helmet, and collapsed on the arena floor, gasping for breath.
Although his helmet had protected him from the hammer blows, the violent impacts had shaken him so badly that blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
If Duan Chongfang kept hitting him, he would end up