Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Fang Shaoli, who was walking in front, smiled but didn't look back, and whispered, "That's enough, I can hear you."

Only the cheers covered everything else, and the holographic projection had not yet projected them into the air, otherwise they would have been socially dead.

After the players arrived at their respective competition venues, the exciting draw began.

Fang Zhixin glanced at his opponents, Jingzhe's climbing team, four men and two women.

According to the information I saw before, they are probably around mid-to-high level C, so everyone should be fine.

Now she and Du Ruo have both been promoted to C-level. Fang Zhixin was previously defeated by Bone Eagle, while Du Ruo received support from above and reaped a lot of benefits.

Below the stage, a number of healing equipment and talented main healers were ready to go.

After the two teams drew lots to decide their opponents, they stood on their respective stages.

Zhong An worriedly instructed, "Zhi Xin, just go up and fight directly, and try not to talk, because the spectators in the major safe zones will hear you."

"If you want to complain, you can hold back a little."

Fang Zhixin nodded solemnly.

The opposing Jingzhe team was discussing tactics and who they should support if someone won.

A boy said excitedly: "Look at that black-haired girl, she's quite weak, and she's only at the beginner level of C rank. I'm at the intermediate level, so it's no problem for me to beat her. I'll come and support you guys after I win."

Jingzhe’s captain did not hold out much hope. Fang Shaoli, Bai Yuefeng, and Zhong An were very strong last year and will only be stronger this year. It was basically impossible for them to win.

But that doesn’t mean you have to give up. How do you know it won’t work if you don’t try?

He nodded and said, "I will try my best to hold Fang Shaoli back."

The host shouted, "Now, the presidents of the major universities will explain it to everyone."

The huge screen lit up, and comments flashed across it frantically.

[Here it comes, it’s time to fight again, go for it! 】

[I see, I see, where is the projectionist, put the camera towards your face, okay? Do I need to teach you? ]

[Cangsang, you don’t understand Bai Yuefeng’s face. ]

[Thanks for the invitation, but I know that mouth. ]

[In terms of strength, Fang Shaoli is definitely the best, but unfortunately, his teammates this year look a bit weak, especially the one with black hair, who looks very weak.]

[Emmmm, the young master of the Fang family should have some strength. ]

[Not just a little bit, a lot! ]

[As someone who has experienced this, I advise you not to judge people by their appearance, as it can lead to a tragic end.]

【Is there a safe zone for Guyu? Please elaborate. 】

Fang Zhixin glanced at the big screen and his eyes twitched. No matter which world they are in, netizens will never let them down.

Always squatting at the front line of eating melons, stubborn.

The referee looked serious: "Admit defeat, or leave the ring. Even if you fail, are you ready?"

Both sides stood still: "Ready!"

"Then, let the game begin!" The referee waved his hand, and the ring was wrapped in spiritual power, blocking out any sound from the outside world.

"Hello classmate, my name is He Yige, be careful next time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yige's eyes became fierce, and the light on the ring dimmed instantly, as if it was absorbed by something.

He Yige raised his fist and attacked Fang Zhixin. The shadow under his feet melted away while no one was paying attention, and the ground began to become soft.

Fang Zhixin dodged the punch with his head tilted, the corner of his mouth curled up, "You want to trap me with the dark swamp and kill me with one blow?

What a beautiful thought!

Fang Zhixin put one hand on He Yige's arm, turned over, and then used the momentum in the air to twist his waist.

He grabbed He Yige and lifted him up from the ground, threw him into the air, then stepped on the blocks and teleported above He Yige, and kicked him down hard.

He Yige felt dizzy and his vision suddenly changed. When he saw the weak girl again, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach.

The whole person was like a shrimp that was hit in the vitals in the air, and was kicked hard to the ground by Fang Zhixin.

Before He Yige landed, Fang Zhixin rushed towards He Yige directly from the air.

He Yige spat out a mouthful of bitterness and roared in his heart, "Who among those with C-level space talent can walk in the air? Don't be too outrageous!"

The dark swamp beneath him suddenly rose up and turned into tentacles that wrapped around He Yige's waist, avoiding Fang Zhixin's bone knife.

"Once you're caught in the swamp, there's nowhere to escape!"

Fang Zhixin raised his eyebrows while stepping on the cube: "It will be OK if I can deal with you before that."

As he said this, he thought of something fun, looked at He Yige, grinned, and waved his hand.

A huge block rose from the ground and pushed He Yige directly away. Before anyone could react, Fang Zhixin pointed his finger downward, and the block that appeared out of thin air stretched and pushed He Yige back.

Have you ever seen a press? Now the blocks are like presses from all directions, hammering He Yige from all directions without any blind spots.

He Yige wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt like a beaten sandbag. What the hell was this?

Principal Jingzhe, who was explaining the lecture, couldn't continue. People with spatial talents shouldn't be like this, right?

Wang Xueyang watched with great interest.

"Look everyone, this is the unique talent of our schoolmate Fang Zhixin. This all-round long-range attack is really..."

Principal Jingzhe: “Ahem!”

You've had enough!

Wang Xueyang changed the subject: "In this case, it is better to use spiritual power to break through the barrier violently, but... Mr. He doesn't seem to intend to reveal too much of his strength."

Fang Zhixin didn't give He Yige any time to react. He teleported over and kicked him out of the field.

The referee announced: "Fang Zhixin wins."

When I walked out of my own ring, I saw a few teammates leisurely watching me. Wow, the battle ended so quickly.

"Are you guys doing this so fast?"

Bai Yuefeng nodded: "I didn't use much strength."

Lu Yuan looked at the people on the other side and said, "They didn't use their full strength. They must be thinking about giving it a try in the team competition."

Zhuang Changming thought that the gap in strength was a bit too big, and Fang Shaoli's team could not be viewed with common sense.

The old man's eyes flashed and he spoke.

“This year, how about adding an item?”

The principals turned around and asked, "What project?"

"How about having all the universities work together one last time and siege the winner?"

"Besieged?" Wang Xueyang straightened his back and asked, "Master Zhuang, what was the result?"

Zhuang Changming looked towards the arena with a smile: "The ranking will naturally remain unchanged, it's just a post-match emotional exchange. Of course, I won't force it."

Wang Xueyang asked tentatively: "Not forced? Can you refuse?"

Zhuang Changming nodded: "Those who don't want to besiege us can give up."

.........

What it means is that those who are surrounded have no choice.

But thinking that the ranking would remain unchanged and the plaque of Dongxia’s No. 1 university would not disappear, Wang Xueyang felt relieved.

And he expressed his full agreement. After all, four of them were people who had touched his beloved car!

"Yes, you must come. It's for emotional exchange. Young people should do this."

The principals of other schools all looked at him sideways, thinking that this guy was crazy, as he was eager to harm his own students.

Zhuang Changming looked at Wang Xueyang meaningfully. These students have been suffering for a long time.