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The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The 101st-ranked student in the grade was easily defeated, which means that Zhou Ran's strength is definitely in the top 100 of the grade!

To go from being a bottom-ranked student to being in the top 100 in a month is beyond just being gifted; it's practically cheating.

At this moment, war correspondents are updating the situation in real time to a large group chat with thousands of people, causing the chat to explode with messages being refreshed non-stop.

"Ran is awesome, he took him down in one move, what's there to say?"

"Huang Haolong was defeated in an instant, so Ding Yuan should be about the same. I reckon there aren't many people at the same level who can suppress my brother Ran."

"Zhao Ting has finally met his match. He's been showing off all this time, and now he's finally getting his comeuppance."

"Wuhu, let's pop the champagne! Brothers, all in is the right move!"

Beside the arena.

Zhao Ting, watching the battle, had a grim expression; the situation was developing in the worst possible direction.

He had thought that Huang Haolong could at least deplete some of Zhou Ran's strength, and with a bit of luck, might even leave some injuries on Zhou Ran. But he was killed in less than five seconds... You have to know that even if he personally took action, it would take him five moves to defeat Huang Haolong.

The difference in strength is so huge... Zhao Ting took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Ran on the stage with a gloomy expression. Then he took out his phone to send a message to someone, turned around and left the playground, and hurriedly went to the toilet next to the playground.

Someone was already waiting in the toilet stall. After hearing Zhao Ting's voice, they opened the door, came out, and handed over a backpack.

"Brother Zhao, are you sure you want to use it?" the man asked with a complicated expression.

Zhao Ting didn't reply. He reached out and took the backpack, unzipped it, and took out a palm-sized black metal box.

Upon opening the box, a slender syringe was found inside, the clear liquid shimmering slightly within the syringe, glowing with a vibrant red sheen.

"Sorry, Zhao Ting, it's not that I was going easy on him, this kid is just too weird."

Upon seeing Zhao Ting appear, Ding Yuan hurriedly came over to explain, then said, "His combat experience is extremely rich. I don't know how he trained, it's very strange. Be careful, if it really comes to it... just go out of bounds."

Going out of bounds is equivalent to a loss, which is tantamount to urging Zhao Ting to surrender.

Ding Yuan and Zhao Ting had a good relationship, and Ding Yuan was really afraid that Zhao Ting would actually have his limbs broken by Zhou Ran. That would not only be a loss of face, but would also have a serious impact on his final exams. It would be better to soften his stance indirectly.

From now on, your tutoring class will take the approach of the common people, while Zhou Ran's tutoring class will take the approach of the elite. We won't compete with each other, and we can make money together. Isn't that great?

But Zhao Ting simply gave a faint "hmm," completely unconcerned.

Why should he surrender now?

The power from the limit-breaking agent surged through my body, every muscle roared, and it was an overwhelming sense of confidence.

"Come on, Zhou Ran, let me see what you're made of."

Zhao Ting stepped forward and addressed Zhou Ran on the stage.

The crowd erupted in excitement. Was the main event finally about to begin?!

Zhou Ran looked Zhao Ting up and down and noticed that the other person had a brand new destiny attribute.

— [Limit-breaking agent in use]

Limit-breaking agent?

Zhou Ran was stunned for a moment, and then information about the limit-breaking agent immediately flashed through his mind. Zhao Ting had taken the drug.

After taking the Limit-Breaking Agent, a cultivator at the seventh level of the Awakening Realm can forcibly increase their strength to the eighth level of the Awakening Realm in a short period of time. In addition, since Zhao Ting follows the path of body cultivation, the effect will be even stronger.

The safest strategy would be for him to slow down his pace, start from around 90th place and work his way up, play more matches, buy time, and wait for the effects of the limit-breaking agent to wear off.

Once the effects of the drug wear off, Zhao Ting will fall into a period of weakness, at which point he can be easily subdued, making him reap what he sows.

Doing it that way guarantees a win.

But it's too boring.

Only by defeating someone at their strongest can you leave an indelible psychological scar on their heart.

That's what a real win is.

Zhou Ran stretched his limbs and said to the proctor, "I want to challenge Zhao Ting, who is ranked 30th in the grade."

As soon as he finished speaking, excited cheers erupted across the playground. The main event was about to begin!

Zhao Ting stepped onto the stage, his expression even colder than usual, with a hint of murderous intent.

As the two stood diagonally opposite each other on the ring, the atmosphere instantly became tense and filled with a sense of impending doom.

"3, 2, 1—Go!"

The moment the proctor finished speaking.

Zhou Ran took the initiative, his leg muscles pulsating and his strength exploding. He took a step forward, leaping several meters in one bound, quickly closing in on Zhao Ting. His right fist, carrying a gust of wind, struck straight at Zhao Ting's chest.

"So fast!" Zhao Ting's eyes narrowed sharply, his heart filled with extreme shock. He had clearly taken the drug and his reaction speed was better than ever before, so why did he still feel that Zhou Ran was so fast?

He didn't have time to think. His blood and qi surged, his muscles swelled, and he swung his fist to meet the attack head-on. He was full of confidence in his physical strength; if they clashed, only the other party would suffer.

But just as their fists were about to collide...

Zhou Ran flicked his wrist, changing his fist into a palm. His arm moved like a nimble snake, displaying incredible flexibility. It bypassed Zhao Ting's fist, coiled up along the opponent's arm, and struck Zhao Ting's chest with a palm.

Bang!

In an instant, the tattered pieces of clothing fluttered like butterflies. Zhao Ting's clothes were shattered by a palm strike, revealing his muscular chest with a clear, bright red handprint on it.

Wow, that's really hard... Zhou Ran thought to himself in amazement. He felt his hand go numb after striking out with that palm, as if he had hit an exceptionally hard alloy. He had to admit that the tankiness of a body cultivator was truly remarkable.

But Zhao Ting was also not feeling well. He felt a tightness in his chest, his blood surged, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood. He was blasted back a step uncontrollably by the force.

Because Zhou Ran's arm was wrapped around his shoulder like a python, a crisp sound of dislocation immediately came from his shoulder joint as he stepped back.

Zhou Ran dislocated his right arm just like that.

"This move looks familiar..." Someone on the sidelines noticed something. "It looks like the Serpent Fist from a free martial arts website."

"That's true. I've practiced this style of boxing, but I can't achieve the flexibility described in the manual at all. Zhou Ran actually knows this? I'll have to ask him for some pointers when I have time."

On the stage, while Zhou Ran's arm was still wrapped around his own, Zhao Ting suddenly thrust his shoulder forward, using the force to reset his dislocated joint, and then opened his large hand to grab at Zhou Ran's chest.

Zhou Ran's figure swayed and he flew backward, his steps light and elusive, calmly dodging the attack.

The audience immediately erupted in discussion again.

"Huh, is that the Flowing Cloud Step?"

"Damn, how come Zhou Ran even knows this? This footwork is really hard to learn. I practiced for two months and only learned the basics."

"Snake Fist, Flowing Cloud Step... Just how many martial arts techniques does he know? And didn't he open three acupoints in a month? Where did he find the time to practice?"

"To attain enlightenment in a single moment—this is true enlightenment!"

Zhao Ting's face twitched slightly. He rushed forward and got close to Zhou Ran. He threw punches alternately, raining down like raindrops, pushing his strength to the limit. Each punch was accompanied by a violent gust of wind.

In terms of physical strength, Zhou Ran is inferior to Zhao Ting. The other party treats taking medicine and getting injections as casually as breathing and drinking water. In addition, he follows the path of body cultivation and has body-tempering techniques, making his physique incredibly strong. Ordinary attacks are almost no different from tickling.

But it doesn't matter.

Great efforts can produce miracles.

Zhou Ran used his fists, palms, and elbows for defense, perfectly blocking each attack. Then, he seized the opportunity to counterattack, his fists and feet carrying terrifying force, combining feints and real attacks, each move swift and fierce.

At the same time, just before each punch is about to hit, he equips the [Power] attribute to increase damage, and immediately unequips it after the punch hits. He keeps equipping and unequipping in this way, performing crazy operations and switching between them in the blink of an eye.

As the battle progressed, Zhao Ting felt increasingly intense and frequent pain. Every muscle and bone in his body seemed to be groaning, and he even had the illusion that he was fighting against his physical cultivation teacher.

He was filled with disbelief. Normally, a seventh-level Qi Opening Realm cultivator could not possibly hurt him, let alone someone who had temporarily reached the eighth level of Qi Opening Realm after taking the Limit Breaking Agent!

Zhou Ran clearly had no professional physical training, so why did his punches hurt so much?

The pain intensified, driving him mad.

With red eyes, Zhao Ting continued his frenzied attack, engaging in close combat and giving Zhou Ran no chance to escape.

Two figures darted and weaved on the arena, their fists like blades and their legs like whips, the pace of the fight quickening, each collision accompanied by a muffled thud, leaving the onlookers trembling with fear.

Any one of those punches that landed on them would send them straight to the intensive care unit.

"This is terrifying! Is this what top-tier academic strength looks like?"

"If someone at the seventh level of the Awakening Realm is this powerful, then what about those top students at the eighth level?"

The group looked at each other, and after realizing the gap between themselves and the top students, they were all speechless.

Only thirty seconds have passed since the start of the fight, but the audience felt as if the two had been fighting on the stage for a long time. In the brutal, hand-to-hand combat, every second seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

During this period, Zhou Ran's strength shocked everyone. He could use all kinds of free martial arts moves at will, making him practically a walking free martial arts website.

Many people secretly resolved to seek tutoring from Zhou Ran.

A minute passed, and hundreds of rounds had already gone by.

Zhou Ran seized the opportunity and delivered a straight punch to Zhao Ting, carrying terrifying combined force and the amplification from the [Great Strength] attribute, forcefully knocking his massive body back.

During the fight just now, Zhao Ting was hit by Zhou Ran's heavy punches with the [Great Strength] effect quite a few times, but he managed to withstand them all thanks to his strong physical strength. However, there is a limit to this, and now that his injuries are accumulating, he has reached that limit.

vomit!

Zhao Ting took two steps back and then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind filled with disbelief.

I've been given a performance-enhancing drug, so my strength, speed, reaction time, stamina, and physical strength are all superior to Zhou Ran's. Why can't I beat him in close combat?!

Why!

Seeing his disheveled and blood-spitting appearance, the proctor asked in a stern voice, "Do you surrender?"

"I will not surrender!"

Zhao Ting roared, mustered all his strength once more, his muscles bulging with blood, determined to continue fighting Zhou Ran to the very end.

But at that very moment, Zhou Ran strode forward, his body spinning like the wind, and delivered a clean and decisive spinning kick to Zhao Ting's head.

boom!

As if struck by a giant iron hammer, Zhao Ting's vision suddenly went black, and he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the cold ground, surrounded by a tidal wave of cheers.

Zhou Ran stood before him, looking down at him, and said calmly:

You lost.