The main reason was that Kazuya Sakai was too harsh on himself and directly hit Tianxin with a palm, causing damage and holding on until the start of the game.
Wang Ling didn't even move. Kazuya Sakai was bleeding from all his holes and fell directly to the ground with a happy face.
However, this behavior of using self-mutilation to please Sun Rong was not in line with Sun Rong's wishes.
After Kazuya Sakai was carried away, Lotus Sun immediately differentiated Okai's sword energy and followed him to treat Kazuya Sakai.
"He works so hard, Rongrong, why don't you do me a favor?" Wang Ming said with a smile in the independent spiritual chat space.
"If everyone uses this method, then this shortcut is too easy." The look on Lotus Sun's face was also helpless.
So to sum up the above.
Kazuya Sakai, after all, paid by mistake...
In the Jiudao and Academic Affairs Office, Ueki Junzan remotely called up the footage of the closed-door match and projected it into the void of the office.
This is a means of stealing the picture captured by the referee ball into the image magic weapon through certain technical means, and then projecting it.
Ueki Kimisan hopes that Wang Ling will lose, so naturally everyone is paying attention to Wang Ling's battle.
"Kazuya Sakai from Kuwada High School lost just like that." Next to him, Holland, the foreign student, had an ugly expression on his face.
He had read the paper data about Wang Ling and Jiu Kazuya. From a data perspective, Sakai Kazuya's attributes were superior to Wang Ling's in all aspects.
If even Kazuya Sakai would lose, then Holland really couldn't think of any other possibility besides letting go.
"I didn't expect Kazuya Sakai to be able to do so well. People in the Gray Cult should not be underestimated." Kimiyama Ueki was also shocked by Kazuya Sakai's self-inflicted "weakening" operation before the start of the game.
What is the purpose of allowing Sakai Kazuya to do this...
This incident puzzled both Ueki Kimiyama and Holander.
"Can you find Hou Langsang's combat power analysis data?" Holander asked.
"I'm still trying to figure this out."
Ueki Kimiyama said.
"Now just stealing the picture through the referee ball is already a very dangerous operation."
"It will take some time to steal combat power data. Mr. Holland."
"Who will this Hou Langsang face next?"
"He's still from Kuwada High School, his name is Yonekura Akei. But please don't worry, Mr. Holland, because this person is the one I arranged."
Ueki Kimiyama laughed sinisterly: "To deal with such a stupid young man, it would be too boring just to let him lose the game. I want him to be ruined..."
"Yonekura Akei? I seem to have heard this name somewhere."
"This is a person on the elite further education list of Michu that I provided to the Ministry of Foreign Investment earlier. This student intends to further his studies in Michu. However, his family is relatively poor and he is not qualified to go there."
Ueki Kimiyama said: "So, I proposed to him in exchange for a walk. We asked him to lose the game on purpose. In this case, the referee could determine that it was a fake game and eliminate him along with Go Nami-san.
"
"I see."
Holander nodded: "But such an action is an act that injures the enemy by one thousand and damages oneself eight hundred. The reputation of classmate Yonekura Weiming will also be affected."
"Not at all."
Ueki Kimiyama shook his head and said: "When he goes abroad to study in the future, he will have a new identity. I promised to prepare clean information for Yonekura Eaki without any foundation, so that he can start a new life. Therefore, the record of fake matches is completely different to him.
No effect."
Hearing this, Holland breathed a sigh of relief.
The preparations this time sounded really thorough, without any mistakes or omissions.
After all, the judgment mechanism for fake matches is here. If one person cheats, both parties will be eliminated together.
As long as they are eliminated together, no matter which side has evil intentions, they will be labeled as dishonest.
People who eat melon often don't care about the truth of the matter. They only need a leading public opinion to lead them to eat melon.
Then, the inertial thinking of most people will make these people rush to the front like hungry wolves, bite the prey hard without letting go, and feast on it.
Understanding the truth is too tiring, only happiness is the most important...
In a sense, Ueki Junzan is indeed a very cunning opponent.
He has a very unique vision, and identifying Wang Ling is the key to everything.
As long as Wang Ling can be overthrown, no matter what the Gray Cult or how to support him, everything will be defeated like a mountain.
No matter what achievements you have had before or how many people like you, as long as you do one thing wrong and it is magnified under the influence of public opinion... it doesn't matter if you are God.
Because that's the reality.
But what neither Holander nor Ueki Kimiyama expected was...
Their seemingly seamless match-fixing plan has a very important key.
That is.
The referee's judgment on Wang Ling's initial combat effectiveness must be lower than that of Yonekura Weiming...
They don't know.
This is a fake match that will never be possible.
…
On the other side, in the Songhai City cadre apartment of Huaxiu Kingdom, with the help of Zhou Ziyi, Zhuo Yi gorgeously prepared a table of delicious home-cooked meals.
While eating, Zhuo Yi turned the TV to a specific satellite channel. The screen on the TV was the live broadcast of Wang Ling's closed-door match.
This picture was projected after Wang Ming's brain waves radiated to the Zhan Zong satellite in space.
A password is required to enter the channel.
Therefore, only a few core members of the War Sect know how to enter.
"Isn't this classmate Wang Ling..." Jiugong Liangzi frowned.
The moment she saw Wang Ling, she suddenly felt that the young man's face seemed familiar.
And she didn't know why. She suddenly felt that Zhuo Odd seemed to be paying special attention to Wang Ling himself.
Judging from a woman's intuition, she felt that the relationship between Wang Ling and Zhuo Yi was not simply between a senior and a junior.
Although Lotus Sun had told her before that Wang Xiaoer and Wang Ling were both secretly disciples of Zhuo Yi, Jiugong Liangzi still felt that... there was something wrong with the way Zhuo Yi looked at Wang Ling.
How can any master look at his disciple with an admiring face?
And the look in Zhuo Odd's eyes is just like the look in Zhou Ziyi's eyes when he looks at Odd Zhuo now...
So, why is this happening?
Jiugong Liangzi began to feel a little confused.
"Student Wang Ling, is this a competition?" Jiugong Liangzi asked curiously.
"Yes." Zhuo Yi nodded: "As my disciple, as a master, of course I have to care about you."
After Zhuo Yi said this, Jiugong Liangzi fell silent again. She took a bite of the sweet and sour pork ribs. She didn't know why she felt that today's ribs were particularly sour.
On the other hand, Zhou Ziyi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that Wang Ling was Zhuo Yi's disciple.
turn out to be……
Brother Zhuo already has a disciple.
Hey, that's right... It's not normal for a person as good as Brother Zhuo to have two disciples.
After quickly adjusting his mentality, Zhou Ziyi's eyes quickly returned to normal, and he stared at the pictures on the TV.
I wanted to study what kind of charm Wang Ling had in him, so that he could be chosen by Zhuo Yi to become his disciple.
And just when he turned his eyes away, the crisp sound of applause on the TV had already sounded.
Because at this very moment, Yonekura Weiming, who was in the second round of duel with Wang Ling, was slapping himself for some unknown reason...