A dull thud rang out.
Several spikes suddenly sprouted from Wang Yu's shoulder. Combined with the force of his peak-strength charge, they made Sandbag dissipate in midair after barely a second.
But Wang Yu's face also abruptly turned rather pale.
Clearly, Damage Reflection had affected him greatly as well.
Yet his forward momentum continued.
His speed had simply dropped considerably.
But given how things stood, the only possible outcome was Zhao Zicheng suffering serious injuries and Wang Yu winning.
Having watched two days of matches, everyone had already predicted the result.
But Zhao Zicheng, who had remained motionless all this time, suddenly moved.
He merely slid his left leg back a step.
His right leg, still in its cast, remained in place.
He turned his body slightly.
The spikes that would originally have plunged into his shoulder now scraped across his chest, leaving a gruesome wound.
But...
Wang Yu's charge had also come to a complete stop.
Zhao Zicheng rose, his face slightly pale, and tossed aside his crutch. Drawing a dagger from his waist, he completely ignored the wound on his chest, staggered around, lifted his leg with its cast and steel plate, and kicked the back of Wang Yu's knee as Wang Yu stood facing away from him.
A dull thud rang out.
Wang Yu dropped to his knees. Without his crutch, Zhao Zicheng lost his balance and fell as well.
But he landed squarely on top of Wang Yu.
His dagger pressed against Wang Yu's neck.
Blood continued dripping from his chest onto Wang Yu's face.
"You lost."
Zhao Zicheng spoke expressionlessly, remaining perfectly still.
"Ink Academy wins!"
As Xu Yuanqing's voice rang out, Zhao Zicheng instantly went limp and toppled sideways onto the ground, panting heavily. Instead of looking at the rather silent Wang Yu, he