call out!

Zhou Yue flashed a ghostly afterimage towards Wang Haibo.

He was more than thirty steps away from Wang Haibo, and he was in front of Wang Haibo in almost the blink of an eye.

"The competition hasn't started yet, you..."

Wang Haibo felt the fierce coercion coming towards him, and felt horrified in his heart. While retreating quickly, he subconsciously released his telekinesis.

"You made the first move."

Zhou Yue smiled and said, pinching the chanting seal and disappearing.

An instant later, he appeared behind the stunned Wang Haibo.

For those below a Grandmaster, Zhou Yue's level 10 physical strength alone is invincible in close combat.

Bang!

Zhou Yue knocked Wang Haibo, who was caught off guard, to the ground with a palm, then released his telekinesis and turned into an invisible hand, lifting Wang Haibo from the ground like a chicken.

All five thoughts were released, wrapping around Wang Haibo's neck, arms, and legs.

Hang Wang Haibo in mid-air.

After doing all this, Zhou Yue glanced at the time and saw that there were still two minutes left before the countdown ended.

The whole place was in an uproar.

Then it gradually became quiet.

Whether it is a fledgling freshman in the mansion.

Or there are well-informed second-level, third-level, or even a few fourth-level students.

It's the same expression at this moment.

Some are shocked, some are complicated, and some are unbelievable.

The person being challenged is not a cat or a dog.

Rather, he is one of the ten strongest people selected from thousands of first-year elite students.

In the highly competitive elimination mode of Heritage Academy, you can still choose one from a thousand and stand out.

He can also be said to be the proud son of heaven.

Right now, Wang Haibo, the proud son of heaven, was snatched up in the air by a new student in a way that destroyed his dignity.

From beginning to end, he showed no resistance at all!

Ma Lilang and Li Zhaoxin on the ring looked stunned.

After a while, Ma Lilang turned around and walked off the ring with a wry smile, followed closely by Li Zhaoxin without saying a word. At this time, they just wanted to get off as quickly as possible. If they stayed on the stage any longer, they would become the butt of laughter.

In the shadows beside the ring, Ximen Jing's heartbeat quickened slightly.

It's the telekinesis technique! He has indeed learned the telekinesis technique! Now he is 100% sure that the one who broke the record is Zhou Yue!

But...why did he suddenly feint to attack Wang Haibo, force Wang Haibo to take action, and finally subdue Wang Haibo?

Do you still think there are not enough people betting on him?

Ximen Jing touched his eyebrows.

After an instant, Ximen Jing raised his eyebrows and looked deeply at Wang Haibo, seeming to understand something... But would there be enough time for this?

Also deep in thought was Shang Wuhen.

Bian Xuerong, who was on the side, leaned back on the chair, looked straight ahead, and murmured in a low voice: "Not only did he break through the second realm, but he also learned the telekinesis technique? With his terrifying ninth-level physical fitness, he defeated Wang Haibo in two moves.

...This is nothing compared to anything else!”

Shang Wuhen breathed out softly: "No, he is breaking the situation."

Bian Xuerong was startled: "Break the game? No, more than 99% of the people have bet on him now. It makes no sense for him to do this."

Shang Wuhen sneered and said: "So, he is forcing Wang Haibo to give up the competition. There are less than two minutes left, Wang Haibo can still choose to abstain, and then follow the rules for surrenderers and pay tribute coins to Zhou Yue."

Bian Xuerong understood: "In this case, today's bet will be void."

Shang Wuhen said calmly: "So, thanks to Zhou Yue's cleverness, even if Ximen Jing and I were tied in this round, no one would benefit."

…

There is more than one minute left before the countdown ends.

Above the ring, Wang Haibo's body twisted and struggled, his face red, his ears red, and his eyes filled with humiliating anger: "Zhou Yue! You made a sneak attack! The fight hasn't even started yet, you are breaking the rules! Let me down quickly!"

Zhou Yue stared at Wang Haibo with a calm expression: "Sneak attack? Breaking the rules? They are really flowers in the greenhouse. When you leave the federation and meet the enemy in the future, will the enemy talk to you about the rules?"

"With your awareness, vigilance, and reflexes, you can still be among the top ten in your grade? It's really ridiculous."

"Wang Haibo, I think this battle must continue."

"What a farce. I might as well go back and get some more sleep."

After Zhou Yue finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the ring. He looked at the timer out of the corner of his eye. The countdown was already less than one minute, and his approval rate was close to 100%.

Then he withdrew his five thoughts.

Wang Haibo fell from mid-air to the ground.

He slowly got up, clenched his fists, his eyes were covered with bloody red threads, and stared at the ground.

"It's too much to bully someone...I won't lose to you..."

"I am sixth in the first grade, how can I lose to you, a freshman..."

"I took out a loan of 100,000 tribute coins and pledged myself...I can't lose anymore..."

Wang Haibo finally stood firm.

He raised his head, his eyes as red as a swallow's blood, staring at Zhou Yue's back as he was about to walk out of the ring.

Tick, tick, tick... the countdown second hand is still moving.

With less than thirty seconds left, the competition is about to officially begin.

Wang Haibo seemed to have finally made up his mind.

The complex and intense emotions in his eyes gradually became dull.

But deep in his eyes, a wave a hundred times more violent was brewing and gathering, vaguely revealing a tragic thought.

Tick, tick... there is less than twenty seconds left in the countdown.

Wang Haibo took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Human beings cannot seize ambition, and we should do the same... Zhou Yue, do you dare to fight me!"

Zhou Yue turned around and looked at Wang Haibo.

He clearly sensed that Wang Haibo opposite him had changed.

The thoughts emanating from his whole body became unfathomable, completely different from before.

There are fifteen seconds left in the countdown.

Wang Haibo's eyes flickered with light and shadow, he pinched his fingers to form a seal, and pointed toward the center of his eyebrows.

A violent cold wave filled the entire arena.

Wisps of water droplets appeared in the air, and the water droplets condensed and turned into pieces of ice blades.

In an instant, hundreds of ice blades appeared in the air in the arena. As the water droplets continued to condense, there were more and more ice blades, and their sharp edges gathered murderous intent, pointing directly at Zhou Yue.

At the same time as Wang Haibo activated the chanting seal.

A delicate figure stood up from the stands behind him, almost crying and shouting: "Hai Bo! No!"

Several first-year students beside Fangfang also reacted, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Stop it!"

"not worth it!"

"Boss! You can't do it!"

A layer of fine ice beads has appeared on Wang Haibo's eyebrows.

Hearing Fangfang's voice, a rare gentle smile appeared on his face, but his heart became increasingly cold.

He also didn't expect that the freshman opposite would force him to this point.

As introduced in the appearance video, he has experienced glory and wealth in his life, and has also endured the coldness of the world, and still managed to reach this point.

Although he is still young, he has nothing to lose.

Nothing but dignity and pride.

There are ten seconds left in the countdown.

The situation changes again.

The spectators in the stands were all stunned.
To be continued...