Cui Tianfeng's eyes had long turned red!

Of the eight students he led, apart from Zheng Sikai, all were his personal disciples!

But the blow Wang Zhan had just dealt would be enough to sever Cheng Wei from the Martial Arts Path forever! An injury that was almost an amputation, even if healed, would greatly diminish his strength!

Cui Tianfeng could no longer care about anything else.

"Lv Zhenglong, damn it, that's a genius from Yanjing Martial Arts Academy! One of the top-ranked geniuses from the Top Three Middle Schools; we can't afford to lose him!"

"Hmph, compared to Wang Zhan, that boy is nothing," Lv Zhenglong said coldly. "Cui Tianfeng, this isn't the first day we've known each other. You know what I detest the most."

What Lv Zhenglong detested most in his life was Martial Artists turning on their own compatriots.

There were countless beasts, more than could ever be slain, and humans were forced to survive in Base Cities. It seemed stable, but in reality, their existence was precarious.

Even under such circumstances, there were still degenerates who dared to attack their own people.

This was what Lv Zhenglong hated most!

The aura of a Grandmaster subtly emanated, intimidating Cui Tianfeng into stillness.

"But Cheng Wei didn't mean to do it! He knew we were watching from the sidelines, that no lives would be lost! He just wanted to win!"

Liu Zhenfeng, at the side, said disdainfully, "So he came up pretending to be empty-handed but actually had a hidden blade? Using such tactics in a sparring match, against his own comrades—is there no problem with that? Can all of that be excused as just being eager to win?"

Cui Tianfeng couldn't utter another word.

On the ring, Wang Zhan had no intention of stopping.

After brutally breaking Cheng Wei's right hand, he immediately followed up with a kick, striking Cheng Wei's dantian!

If a broken hand might have allowed him to retain some strength, Wang Zhan's kick shattered all of Cheng Wei's hopes.

Cheng Wei's eyes widened. He let the Fresh Blood flow freely from his right hand, yet he still clutched his stomach with his left, his entire body trembling.

It seemed to be from excruciating pain, or perhaps from disbelief at his own fate.

"My dantian... how... how could this happen..."

Wang Zhan showed no mercy. He walked over and stepped on Cheng Wei's face, pressing his entire head against the ring with the sole of his foot.

At this moment, Cheng Wei showed no reaction, still muttering to himself. Being completely cut off from the Martial Arts Path had already driven him into a stupor.

A genius Martial Artist, a Martial Artist with a bright future, had suddenly lost everything.

Clearly, Cheng Wei couldn't accept such a devastating blow.

"Did you see his fate?" Wang Zhan spoke, addressing Zhong Lun and Dai Yanran.

Zhong Lun and Dai Yanran's eyes were now red, and they were gritting their teeth, staring at Wang Zhan as if they wished they could devour him whole.

"Come up and avenge him. If you're willing, I'd like to sign a life-and-death contract with you. What do you say?" Wang Zhan said calmly. "I'll take you both on. Once on the ring, it's life or death, and no one can seek redress afterward."

At this point, the situation was spiraling out of control.

"Wang Zhan, enough!" Liu Zhenfeng shouted, stepping onto the ring.

He first stopped Cheng Wei's bleeding, then had the school doctor carry Cheng Wei away.

"Vice President Liu, the bet isn't over yet," Wang Zhan said calmly.

Wang Zhan looked at Zhong Lun again, a mocking smile on his face. "Zhong Lun, is it? You're glaring at me with those red eyes, wishing you could eat me alive, but what good will that do? You were the one who incited Cheng Wei to use unscrupulous means, weren't you? You're the real culprit behind his crippling, aren't you?"

Zhong Lun trembled with rage. If Dai Yanran hadn't been restraining him, he would have charged onto the ring long ago.

"Alright, let's end it here," Liu Zhenfeng patted Wang Zhan's shoulder and said. "This has gone too far."

Hearing this, Wang Zhan fell silent for a moment. Ultimately, he didn't insist on continuing.

However, just as Wang Zhan was preparing to leave the ring, Zhong Lun suddenly rushed forward.

"Don't go! You haven't beaten me yet! What right do you have to leave!" Zhong Lun screamed frantically. "Wang Zhan, if you have the guts, defeat me! Otherwise, Yanjing Martial Arts Academy still wins! Your Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy, such a trash Martial Arts Academy, is simply not worthy..."

He was only halfway through his words when Zhong Lun's pupils suddenly constricted.

Wang Zhan had already dashed in front of him, his hand clamping around Zhong Lun's throat.

He hadn't even had time to react.

With a slight exertion of force from Wang Zhan, Zhong Lun was already gasping for breath, his feet leaving the ground as he struggled relentlessly.

Both his hands clawed at Wang Zhan's fingers, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from Wang Zhan's iron-like grip.

"You don't represent Yanjing Martial Arts Academy. You're just a frog at the bottom of a well. I believe if the Four Major Martial Arts Academies were all filled with arrogant madmen like you, they wouldn't hold their prestigious title today."

It was precisely because he knew Lin Yin and Xin Xiaoyan that Wang Zhan understood Yanjing Martial Arts Academy shouldn't be like this.

The problem lay with Zhong Lun alone.

"You think you're very strong, but in my eyes, it's truly laughable." Wang Zhan shook his head. "Your so-called pride is worthless to me. If I were serious, someone like you would go down in just two or three moves. Understand?"

Zhong Lun's face had turned a deathly purple, and his breathing grew increasingly faint.

"Alright, let him go," Liu Zhenfeng persuaded.

Wang Zhan nodded. In truth, his anger had already subsided; he had vented most of it on Cheng Wei.

As for Zhong Lun, he really couldn't understand how such a person could exist.

Wang Zhan released his grip, and Zhong Lun's body slumped to the ground.

Clutching his throat, he gasped for air, looking utterly wretched.

Cui Tianfeng also approached Zhong Lun's side. After giving Wang Zhan a deep look, he immediately led Zhong Lun away from the Training Ground.

The unfinished challenge thus fizzled out.

Only after Wang Zhan watched Cui Tianfeng and Zhong Lun leave did he turn to Liu Zhenfeng.

"Vice President Liu, about that bet..."

"That's naturally fallen through," Liu Zhenfeng shrugged indifferently and said. "Besides, we never had much hope for it in the first place. The Federation would never allow an entity like Yanjing Martial Arts Academy to come and throw its full support behind Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy. That's not just cheating; it's slapping the high-levels in the face."

Wang Zhan was taken aback; he hadn't considered that.

He had assumed that since the high-levels of both Academies had agreed, the matter was settled.

"Then why were you and Vice President Lu willing to play along? When I approached you two back then, you didn't mention any of this."

"It's like taking a swing whether there are dates on the tree or not. If we miss, no big deal; if we hit, it's a massive gain! For something so profitable with no upfront cost, why not go for it?"

This answer surprised Wang Zhan.

He had always thought Liu Zhenfeng and Lv Zhenglong were very serious and formal individuals. Now it seemed they were just exceptionally good at hiding their true natures.

"However, we've definitely made an enemy of Yanjing Martial Arts Academy this time. At the Federal Martial Arts Tournament in over a month, our Military Martial Arts Academy might be targeted," Liu Zhenfeng said, suddenly frowning.

Seeing Liu Zhenfeng trying hard to put on a worried frown, Wang Zhan's impression of him completely crumbled.

"Vice President Liu, there's no need to act in front of me."

Wang Zhan said, "If I don't participate in this Federal Martial Arts Tournament, so be it. But if I do, I'm definitely aiming for first place."

"Alright then, Old Lu and I will be waiting for your good news," Liu Zhenfeng said, increasingly pleased with Wang Zhan.

Witnessing Wang Zhan's transformation in just six months, he recalled the beginning of the school term when, on the entire field, only Wang Zhan had withstood his aura without retreating a single step.

Back then, the boy was just a Martial Student. In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and he had nearly completed the entire journey of a Martial Artist, almost at the threshold of becoming a Warrior.

Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy had truly struck gold.

In previous Federal Martial Arts Tournaments, Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy's goal had always been to strive for the top ten. For many years, they hadn't dared to voice the ambition of aiming for first place.

But this time was different. Both Liu Zhenfeng and Lv Zhenglong had a vague feeling that Wang Zhan might soar to incredible heights, bringing the Military Martial Arts Academy along with him in its rise.

At this thought, Liu Zhenfeng said solemnly, "Wang Zhan, it all depends on you."

...

Liu Zhenfeng and Lv Zhenglong left soon after.

The crowd of students, having had their fill of the spectacle, dispersed one by one, shouting, "Brother Zhan is awesome!"

Wang Zhan's dominant performance today had completely captured the hearts of the Military Martial Arts Academy students.

Slapping Yanjing Martial Arts Academy in the face—this was something that hadn't happened in many years, yet today, their Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy had achieved it.

If the dean of the Military Martial Arts Academy were elected by vote, Wang Zhan would likely win if he ran now.

As everyone was leaving, Dai Yanran, the only one remaining from Yanjing Martial Arts Academy, approached Wang Zhan.

"I'm very sorry about what happened. I apologize to you on behalf of Zhong Lun and Cheng Wei," Dai Yanran said with a bitter smile. "I'm truly sorry. The pressure on Zhong Lun is immense; he's not usually like this."

"What does that have to do with me?" Wang Zhan looked bewildered. "He was arrogant, so I taught him a lesson. It's as simple as that. As for what he's normally like or why he acted so erratically today, does that have anything to do with me at all?"

Dai Yanran's expression faltered; she clearly hadn't expected such a response.

Indeed, Wang Zhan truly didn't care.

He could clearly see that something was wrong with Zhong Lun. Even the most brainless idiot wouldn't dare to curse the Military Martial Arts Academy in front of its two Vice Presidents. After all, Liu Zhenfeng and Lv Zhenglong hadn't shown any anger. And it wasn't as if those two were known for their mild tempers. Clearly, they just chose not to stoop to the level of a madman.

Dai Yanran also left quickly.

However, just as Wang Zhan was preparing to head back, the entrance and exit of the Training Ground were suddenly blocked.

Many students were held up at the gate but were soon allowed through. Those blocking the entrance were, surprisingly, some unfamiliar Martial Artists.

"What's going on?" Wang Zhan frowned slightly.

Where did these Martial Artists come from, daring to strut around and show off their strength inside the Military Martial Arts Academy?

Wang Zhan soon found his answer.

He saw Zheng Yu at the exit, and Zheng Yu was, at that very moment, glaring at him with a cold, hard gaze.

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