He Chuan's first impression of Ling Zhan could be sumd up in one word.
Handso.
Chiseled and handso features, an aloof deanor that kept strangers at bay.
A proportionate and slender physique, eyes like stars in a deep pool.
This was a kind of handsoness that would earn genuine admiration even from a man's perspective.
The senior girls, who initially harbored heavy hostility, couldn't help but gasp.
How could a freshman be this comfortably handso!
The prepared words of ridicule and denunciation were stuck in their throats, unable to be spoken.
Their worldviews were slowly being reshaped by his looks.
As for Ling Zhan, the person in question, he only furrowed his sword-like brows at He Chuan's inquiry and responded with a question: "What's the matter?"
"Of course, there's sothing!"
He Chuan coldly replied, "My na is He Chuan, I'm your senior in the third year, and I'm very dissatisfied with you being nominated as the fifth seed in this year's Warcraft Competition!"
"So, I'm here to spar with you."
"And don't say I'm bullying you; this sparring match has been approved by Dean Zhou."
"If you lose, just hand over the fifth seed position honestly!"
He Chuan had no deep grudge against Ling Zhan.
He simply disapproved of the school's decision.
Moreover...
In He Chuan's eyes, he had long considered the fifth seed position as his.
He originally thought that returning to school from the front line would an preparing for the competition step by step.
But unexpectedly, a dark horse appeared midway.
The key was, this wasn't just any dark horse; it was clearly a little ant!
A non-specialist at level twenty-sothing!
He took the spot of my level 63 Gunslinger! (Gunslinger, a second-tier class of the Sharpshooter profession; Sharpshooters have several branches, and Gunslinger is just one of them.)
If there was no reaction to this, word would spread, and other third-year students from prestigious schools would probably mock him with, 'He Chuan, you really are a coward!'
At this mont.
Ba ng, standing beside him, stepped forward and sneered, "Brother Chuan, is it really necessary for you to handle a little non-specialist? Let teach him a lesson!"
With that, he turned to Ling Zhan, gesturing towards the secret realm hall with his mouth, "Let's go, little non-specialist! Don't cry if you get hurt, alright?"
Faced with such provocation.
Ling Zhan's expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple, not even a hint of anger.
He turned and walked towards the arena first.
Talking big was a childish behavior.
Moreover...
A truly fierce tiger never roars when hunting its prey.
"It's starting, it's starting!"
"Hurry! Call the guys in the dorm, tell them there's a good show to watch!"
"I need to quickly notify my dorm sisters, the Ling Zhan they like is about to fight a senior!"
"......"
As Ling Zhan and He Chuan, along with others, headed towards the arena.
Many onlookers excitedly inford and contacted their friends.
So mbers of the student council, who were afraid things wouldn't escalate enough, deliberately used the school broadcast to announce it.
Freshman rookie VS seasoned third-year!
Level 27 non-specialist VS Level 63 Gunslinger!
Ling Zhan VS He Chuan!
These topics instantly ignited the curiosity of all the idle students on campus!!
Even those students who were currently tackling the secret realm, upon hearing the broadcast relayed by the secret realm administrator.
They gritted their teeth and imdiately used town portal scrolls to return to school!
"Damn it! The secret realm can wait, first let's watch the show!"
In just ten minutes.
The originally empty and spacious arena was now filled with a sea of people!
"Holy crap! There are so many people!"
"Make way! Make way! Damn it, move aside!"
"Is there anyone knowledgeable here? I want to know how a level 27 non-specialist can fight a level 63 Gunslinger..."
"Aren't they fighting Ba ng first?"
"Senior Ba ng is also part of the special squad, a level 60 chanical Commander, and will be crushed just the sa!"
"Anyone want to bet with ? I bet on Senior Ba ng winning, loser treats to an extrely tender Hualai al!"
"......"
Even though Ling Zhan shone brightly in the national freshman exchange trial.
In everyone's eyes.
He still wouldn't be a match for He Chuan and Ba ng.
Mainly because the level gap was simply too large!
Faced with this grand scene of people.
Ling Zhan still showed no signs of fear; his cold face remained without sorrow or joy as he walked slowly onto the stage.
For him.
Completing the task at the sa ti...
He also wanted to see the level of these top talents who had already been to the battlefield!
Ba ng leisurely walked onto the stage.
A teacher had already taken position on the arena, serving as the temporary referee!
On the stage, light began to gather.
One by one, virtual projection screens appeared in front of everyone!
It seed as if the school deliberately wanted everyone to clearly see every detail of this battle!
On the main stage.
Several deans and dozens of teachers also walked over, chatting and laughing!
Clearly.
The school had long known that this battle would take place!
"Silence!!"
Zhou Hongfu's steady and aged voice spread out, instantly stopping the buzzing discussions.
At the sa ti, he raised his hand to signal the referee: "No more unnecessary words, you can announce the start of the match!"
Boom!!
The watching students cheered excitedly.
They loved this no-nonsense approach from the school leaders!
The referee had already raised his right hand.
"Both sides, get ready!"
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"Start!"
Buzz!!
Suddenly, intense spatial fluctuations erupted around Ba ng!
Everyone was astonished to see dozens of prismatic chanical devices erging from blue spatial rifts!
Then.
Click, click, click...
These prismatic chanical devices connected to each other with blue electronic beams.
These dozens of prismatic chanical devices, like extrely precise chanical gears, began to assemble tightly.
Finally.
Clang!!
A giant war machine, towering over a hundred ters, was assembled.
This war machine held a fifty-ter chanical light blade in its left hand and a massive laser cannon in its right hand.
Additionally, a huge pair of chanical wings unfolded from its back, filled with countless small missiles!
Buzz!!
Suddenly, intense spatial fluctuations erupted around Ba ng!
Everyone was astonished to see dozens of prismatic chanical devices erging from blue spatial rifts!
Then.
Click, click, click...
These prismatic chanical devices connected to each other with blue electronic beams.
These dozens of prismatic chanical devices, like extrely precise chanical gears, began to assemble tightly.
Finally.
Clang!!
A giant war machine, towering over a hundred ters, was assembled.
This war machine held a fifty-ter chanical light blade in its left hand and a massive laser cannon in its right hand.
Additionally, a huge pair of chanical wings unfolded from its back, filled with countless small missiles!
Buzz!!
This war machine was fully activated at this mont, its eyes flashing with a fierce red combat light. Thick white steam, generated from its load-bearing operations, boiled out from behind it!
‘Destroyer · War Lord’!
A-level skill of the chanist!
Further strengthened by the passive skill ‘chanical Carnival’ of the second-tier class, chanical Commander, making all attributes of this War Lord even more ferocious!
Ba ng himself was also clad in an iron-like chanical battle armor!
chanics!
This is the romance of n!
Many of the boys present, seeing Ba ng summon the War Lord and his chanical battle armor.
Couldn't help but regret why they didn't choose the chanist profession back then!
"Is this it? How could I lose?"
Ba ng stood proudly on the stage, staring at that always calm and composed slender figure.
His heart was full of contempt, yet there was an imperceptible hint of jealousy.
Hmm...
Probably jealous that Ling Zhan was more handso than him.
But no matter what...
In Ba ng's eyes, the mont he summoned this War Lord, this non-specialist had already lost!
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