Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

In addition, he also wanted to see just how good the number one fighter's skills were. If Suoguli or Wu Sheng encountered him later, his experience might come in handy—at least it would wear him down a bit.

There's an unspoken rule in these tournaments: the matches are played consecutively without rest. The person who expends a lot of energy in the first round will be at a significant disadvantage when facing someone who expends less energy in the second round.

If we can deplete some of Iris's stamina...

Zhao Dele took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance.

……

On the stage, Iris looked at Zhao Dele with a hint of disdain.

Although he hid it well, Zhao Dele could still see the sense of superiority that the inner city people had over the outer city people.

However, Zhao Dele didn't care. After all, he had seen that kind of look many times on the training field. And it was perfectly normal for someone as talented and handsome as Iris to be a little arrogant.

Besides, what difference does it make if he despises him? It won't cost Zhao Dele a single thing. He has a long road ahead of him, and he might not necessarily end up worse off than this Iris.

Zhao Dele has always maintained an optimistic attitude towards this.

As for Ellis...

His first place ranking versus Zhao Dele's thirty-second place ranking—it's hard to say whether it was good luck or bad luck.

Fortunately, he was able to end the battle easily with minimal cost in this round.

Unfortunately, Ellis felt that it was meaningless that he could beat Zhao Dele so easily.

But the results of the matches are already out, so there's nothing we can do about it.

He could only treat this match as a lighthearted, entertaining appetizer and happily accepted it.

After Instructor Tavin gave the order.

Without hesitation, Ellis rushed towards Zhao Dele.

Zhao Dele quickly assumed a defensive stance, and the two exchanged blows, each throwing a punch. Of course, Zhao Dele spent most of his time on the defensive, while Iris was constantly on the offensive.

In just a few moves, Ellis's strength was revealed—his fighting skills had clearly reached a fairly good level.

Zhao Dele's fighting skills, which he had only learned a few days ago, were simply not up to par.

After a few moves, he was beaten into a sorry state.

But Zhao Dele was a very sensible man and would never suffer any loss. Seeing Iris's sweeping kick coming at him, he immediately jumped back—

Behind him was the arena, and his evasive and defensive maneuvers had been aimed at getting closer to the edge of the arena.

With that jump, he actually leaped off the ring.

Jumping out of the ring means losing the match.

And just like that, Zhao Dele ended the match decisively.

The swift and decisive action left everyone watching in disbelief.

How did the game end so quickly without us even noticing?

Ellis stopped, looking at her incredibly shrewd opponent with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Zhao Dele's way of leaving the stage was so incredibly straightforward—he didn't even bother to admit defeat, as if he was afraid of being grazed by that whip kick.

Some of the onlookers burst out laughing.

Xu Fei and his group looked at Zhao Dele with disdain, as if Zhao Dele had done something shameful.

Yan Liang also looked ashamed to be associated with Zhao Dele—even though Zhao Dele and his group never considered him one of their own.

Ning Yi's gaze towards Iris brightened even more.

Ellis's performance undoubtedly made him the focus of attention on the field. Zhao Dele was like a foil, making him even more dazzling.

Zhao Dele, however, didn't care at all.

He walked back to Wu Sheng and Suo Guli as if nothing had happened, and said in a low voice:

"Brothers, this guy named Ellis is tough to deal with. You'd better be careful if you run into him in the next round."

Wu Sheng and Suo Guli nodded.

……

Next, it was Wu Sheng's turn to go on stage.

Wu Sheng made no unnecessary gestures and walked straight onto the ring.

Zhou Wei, however, insisted on acting like the main character—deliberately waiting for Wu Sheng to go up first, then swaggering and swaggering up slowly himself. It was as if whoever went up to the stage first lost the momentum.

Once on the ring, he struck his signature pose: craning his neck, raising his chin, and rolling his eyes upward.

"Hey, are you going to surrender or not?"

Wu Shengquan treated it as a dog's bark and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Seeing that he hadn't put any pressure on the other party, Zhou Wei became enraged and said viciously:

"Damn it, you piece of trash! Lin Bei will teach you a lesson today and show you what's what!"

He clenched his fists, looking like he was about to strike hard.

Wu Sheng was extremely impatient.

Just then, Tavin gave an order—

Battle begins!

While Zhou Wei was still rubbing his hands together, displaying his sycophantic nature, Wu Sheng had already charged forward like an arrow released from a bow!

The speed was so fast that Zhou Wei's pupils suddenly contracted!

He instinctively wanted to get into a defensive stance, but the next moment, Wu Sheng's fist slammed into his face like lightning!

Zhou Wei instinctively tried to dodge—but to no avail.

Wu Sheng's other fist came from another angle, and with such force, it slammed solidly into his face!

Zhou Wei's face contorted in pain. The intense agony made him lose his balance instantly.

Wu Sheng's attacks were like a storm, so continuous it was breathtaking, with not a single superfluous movement. Taking advantage of Zhou Wei's momentary daze, he delivered a powerful kick to his stomach!

This kick sent Zhou Wei sprawling to the ground!

But it's not over yet—

Wu Sheng pushed off with his feet and rushed in front of Zhou Wei the moment he landed, straddling him and unleashing a barrage of attacks on his face!

Fists rained down on him!

Zhou Wei could only curl up, covering his head with his hands to protect his vital organs.

Blood splattered from his face, leaving him a bloody mess.

"stop!"

Tavin quickly called for a halt.

Wu Sheng then stopped.

On the ground, Zhou Wei was curled up in a ball, his consciousness already blurred—he had been beaten so badly that he couldn't even utter a word of surrender.

The spectators watching from the sidelines all felt a chill run down their spines.

The entire battle lasted only two minutes.

From beginning to end, Zhou Wei had no chance to resist; he was beaten to the ground in no time, like a dead dog.

Recalling his arrogant demeanor at the beginning, everyone looked at him with disdain.

"So arrogant despite being incompetent, doesn't he deserve to get beaten up?"

"Aren't these the two groups that started arguing as soon as they arrived at the training ground? No wonder they fought so fiercely, they must be enemies meeting again."

"But is this guy named Wu really from the outer city? His punching power is impressive, but his fighting skills are even more formidable?"

Immediately, there was much discussion.

Wu Sheng silently walked off the stage.

"Brother Wu, you've really gone all out." Suoguli stepped forward. "If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to deal with that guy so easily."

Wu Sheng smiled and looked at the big screen: "Get ready for the next round. If you win, you can make it into the top eight and get the reward."

……