Inside the Education Department, most of the students were still trapped inside, frantically battering the main gate.
Ever since the competition officially began, electricity had been flashing across the surrounding walls. Clearly, they were meant to use the gate.
In the crowd, Han Jue was surrounded by a group of burly men.
At the sight, his eyes reddened slightly. He took a deep breath, suddenly charged forward, leaped high, and slammed a fist into the gate with a dull thud.
The iron rod outside the gate immediately bent.
Another punch.
The gate opened.
"A bunch of useless idiots!"
Han Jue walked out, looking mockingly at the stupefied students.
But the very next second...
An ordinary person by the roadside suddenly flew into the air out of nowhere, landed in front of Han Jue, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Looking shocked and a little excited, the ordinary person took two steps back.
Han Jue stood rooted to the spot, gritting his teeth. "Wu Qianqiu, you fucking played dirty!"
"Young people need to use their brains."
"The Spirit Martial Academy really is full of brainless brutes."
In the distance, Wu Qianqiu opened his eyes and let out a soft breath. He stood before Han Jue with his hands clasped behind his back and chuckled.
"Who the fuck are you insulting?"
Han Jue gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"What, want to fight?"
"Come on, hit me."
Wu Qianqiu still wore that rather punchable smile, even leaning his face closer. "You can't move for five minutes. Hit me, and you'll be eliminated."
"Come on..."
"Sure enough, in the end, you're just a brute..."
Before he could finish, a heavy punch landed on his face, sending him sprawling on the ground.
"Fuck, Boss Han can't fight, but we can!"
"You're mocking