The spacious Temporary Stadium.
Everywhere, eyes were filled with attention, concern, and curiosity. Aside from occasional furrowed brows or slight changes in expression, everyone was intensely focused on the first round of battle after the rules change.
Wang Zhan versus Yu State Military Martial Academy.
Caught in a trap, Wang Zhan had no mind to pay attention to whatever schemes those few Old Master Zaos were concocting.
WHOOSH.
A flying hammer smashed directly toward his face. Just as he dodged, another hammer came flying, causing him to grit his teeth in irritation.
"Damn it, how many times have I told you, don't aim for the face!"
Unfortunately, this bunch from the Yu State Military Martial Academy, though they appeared approachable, transformed completely on the battlefield, becoming decisively ruthless.
Even with Wang Zhan's current basic attributes of 3,300 points, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.
