25: Chapter 25: Hopefully, there won't be a civil war.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

The official commentator was also stirred up by Wang Jun's desperate counterattack, unable to help but cheer for him.

"It really is brilliant..."

Cheng Men, who had just been leaning against the sofa watching the show, narrowed his eyes. This Wang Jun's combat thinking and combat creativity were extremely strong.

"Tsk, why does no one say my fighting looks good?"

Chen Mo clicked his tongue, feeling very dissatisfied with the double standards of the commentator and the audience.

"Do you think that match of yours had any entertainment value?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng's expression became strange.

He didn't even want to say it, but you went up there and knocked someone down with just the wind from your punch; who did you expect to cheer for you?

If it weren't for some people who could understand what happened in that match and incidentally explained it to everyone, many people would probably have thought it was a fixed match.

"..."

Hearing this, Chen Mo also fell silent.

Fine, it really didn't have any entertainment value.

"Principal Liu, do you think Wang Jun can beat Xie Jing?"

Judging from the current situation, Xie Jing had the upper hand over Wang Jun in every aspect, especially in the grade of her martial arts techniques.

Wang Jun was not the same as him; he didn't have the stats to end a fight instantly, so he could only rely on technique and strategy.

"Of course he can. That kid still has a trump card he hasn't brought out yet."

Compared to Chen Mo's uncertainty, Principal Liu Zhifeng was very sure that Wang Jun would win.

"Just watch, I estimate he'll use it in a moment."

Hearing Principal Liu Zhifeng say this, Chen Mo didn't continue to ask, but just picked up Xueni, who was squatting nearby, and placed her on his lap to watch the battle together.

"Your stamina is depleting very quickly."

Wang Jun stared fixedly at Xie Jing in front of him; his extreme observation skills allowed him to notice that Xie Jing's breathing had become somewhat chaotic.

"Presumably, the Melting Gold talent consumes a high amount of stamina, right?"

After saying this, Wang Jun didn't give Xie Jing any chance to recover her stamina, flew forward, and slashed his blade toward Xie Jing's throat!

Xie Jing's pupils shrank, and the molten iron spear in her hand transformed into a face mask, perfectly wrapping her entire upper body.

Wang Jun's long blade stopped after cutting in one-third of the way, unable to advance even an inch further.

Even if molten iron is just molten iron, it is still metal!

Based on Wang Jun's current strength, it was completely impossible to break through it.

"Explode!"

Accompanied by a loud shout from Xie Jing, the molten iron that had originally wrapped around her exploded like a grenade.

Wang Jun instantly realized the situation was bad and immediately laid flat, but he was still burned on his back by the exploding molten iron.

"Hiss!"

Wang Jun gasped; the pain of a burn was quite terrifying.

Even if he could control fire elements, that was only control; he hadn't reached the level of immunity to high temperatures and burns.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Xie Jing panted heavily; she hadn't expected that her previous move wouldn't defeat Wang Jun.

Looking at the empty-handed Xie Jing, a smile of certain victory appeared on Wang Jun's face.

"The control of Melting Gold has a range limit. Do you want to use your bare hands to contend with my Flame Blade now?"

"Go down, you have already lost..."

"Retract!"

Before Wang Jun could finish speaking, all the splashed molten iron transformed into sharp blades and flew toward Wang Jun's back.

"Sorry, you are the one who lost!"

Xie Jing revealed a confident smile; she believed that any martial artist of the same rank would be unable to react in time when facing this move for the first time!

Unfortunately... she encountered Wang Jun, this combat genius!

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!

Dozens of molten iron blades passed through Wang Jun's body, but the smile on Xie Jing's face gradually faded.

"Sorry."

"I can now make about 25% of my body elemental."

"I can ignore physical attacks like yours."

Wang Jun's chest had completely turned into raging flames, but his complexion was also quite pale.

He never would have thought that his trump card would be forced out in the very first match.

Luo City was indeed full of hidden talents; the Great Xia would never lack things like geniuses!

Besides paleness, only a bitter smile remained on Xie Jing's face; she hadn't even survived the first round.

Seeing this, the referee immediately stepped between the two. After confirming that Xie Jing had no stamina left, he waved his hand to announce the end of the match.

"The winner of this match!"

"Wang Jun!"

The referee raised Wang Jun's right hand and announced his victory.

After receiving the news of his victory, Wang Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and his body, which was burning with raging flames, instantly extinguished.

"Ugh!"

A mouthful of blood clots sprayed from Wang Jun's mouth, and the entire sports center went quiet.

"It seems that Student Wang Jun's elementalization cannot completely ignore physical damage; Student Xie Jing still caused him quite a bit of injury."

The knowledgeable commentator instantly understood what had happened and explained the cause and effect to the audience.

"Medical team! Medical team!"

No one expected that a seriously injured person would appear in the first round on the first day of the City-level Joint Exam.

Seeing this, the referee immediately began calling for the committee's medical team, and a familiar figure ran cleanly and efficiently onto the ring.

"That is... Wen Wan from the Wen family?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng recognized the girl on the ring at a glance; it was indeed Wen Wan, who had drawn blood from Chen Mo that day.

A faint green light appeared in Wen Wan's palms, and the penetrating wound on Wang Jun's chest began to heal rapidly.

But the fine beads of sweat seeping from Wen Wan's forehead proved that she was not having an easy time right now.

A dozen seconds later, the injury on Wang Jun's chest was completely healed, and Wen Wan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this the Wen family's Trauma Temporal Regression?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng rubbed his chin; it was his first time seeing someone from the Wen family perform healing.

"It seems it's not simple healing, but rather reversing the time of the wound for a portion, and the rest is treatment."

"Thank you."

After thanking Wen Wan, Wang Jun stood up, sheathed his blade, and left only his back to the audience.

Wen Wan's appearance caused many people to start discussing why someone from the famous Wen family would appear here.

"Audience, please wait a moment. The next round of competition will begin after the ring is repaired!"

No one explained why someone like the Wen family, who were as rare as giant pandas, would appear here, and no one was stupid enough to ask about such things.

All martial artists knew that wherever there were people from the Wen family, the casualty rate of martial artists would drop significantly.

But only in very rare cases would the higher-ups dispatch people from the Wen family.

After all, there is a price to pay for the Wen family to use Trauma Temporal Regression; this is also the reason why people from the Wen family are rarer than giant pandas.

"How was it? Was I cool?"

After Wang Jun got off the stage, he didn't return directly to his own rest area, but instead went over to Chen Mo's rest area.

"Cool, cool, cool, are you happy now?"

Chen Mo rolled his eyes; this kid was completely two different people on and off the stage.

Who could have thought that the combat genius on stage would be such an unreliable person when interacting with acquaintances.

"Wang Jun, hurry up and go get some good rest."

"Even if such a serious injury is healed, your stamina won't be replenished."

"There is still the Round of 16 tomorrow; what if you encounter another Talent-based Martial Artist?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng kicked Wang Jun in the butt, and the kid then sheepishly returned to his own rest area.

"Don't be careless either; even if Xie Jing has been eliminated, there are still five Talent-based Martial Artists left."

Seeing Chen Mo secretly laughing, Principal Liu Zhifeng immediately put on a straight face and reminded him.

"Five? Isn't it four?"

Chen Mo was stunned. Isn't it just Zhao Zihao, Cheng Men, Su Qingyue, and Zhuo Jida?

"What, is Wang Jun not a person?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng sighed; why were these two little guys under him so unreliable?

"The City-level Joint Exam won't avoid putting you two in the same match just because you are both from Third High School."

"So you must conserve your energy and not take the enemy lightly just because of today's victory."

"I know you are very strong and have your own combat strategies."

"But..."

Listening to Principal Liu Zhifeng's endless chatter, Chen Mo's eyes became dull and lifeless, and he directly entered a state of tuning everything out.

Seeing Chen Mo like this, Principal Liu Zhifeng couldn't continue talking and could only sigh helplessly.

"Hopefully there won't be a civil war tomorrow..."