Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Yang Kun, an eight-star martial arts master with a B-level wind-type talent, relies on his extreme speed.

"This Imperial Capital University is really arrogant. They only sent a freshman. They don't even consider their opponent as a human being."

"I originally thought that Teikyo University would sweep their opponents 4-0 this time, but now it seems that the opponent is very likely to get 1 point."

"Eight stars versus four stars, a difference of four whole realms, cannot be bridged by talent alone, how laughable."

The audience was abuzz with discussion, with most believing that Teikyo University had been far too overconfident and was likely to lose.

To be clear, the only acceptable outcome for everyone in this match was a 4-0 victory for Teikyo University.

If Teikyo University were to manage to take even one point from a third-tier university, it would be a huge upset and would draw a lot of criticism to the entire Teikyo University.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Yang Kun had already rushed in front of Zhang Xiaoming, a sharp dagger flashing in his hand as he stabbed towards Zhang Xiaoming's neck!

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoming seemed to have not reacted at all, still standing there dumbfounded.

"Hmph! So what if he has great talent? He's still just a rookie!"

Yang Kun sneered, and with swift and precise movements, plunged the dagger into Zhang Xiaoming's neck.

clang!

However, the expected sound of swords piercing flesh did not occur; instead, a piercing metallic clang rang out.

Suddenly, a black and gold steel ring that shimmered with a dark luster appeared around Zhang Xiaoming's neck, blocking Yang Kun's dagger without leaving a single mark on it!

Yang Kun's pupils suddenly contracted. Just then, a warning signal appeared behind him. Before his mind could react, his body instinctively dodged to the side.

Just as he dodged to the side, a blinding flash of light whizzed past, narrowly missing Yang Kun's ear, and pierced a small, dark hole in the ground in front of him, startling him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yang Kun regained his footing and looked back. He saw that behind him, an armed robot had suddenly appeared and was hovering in the air, with countless black gun barrels locked onto him at the same time.

next moment,

The armed robot's gun barrels continuously spewed out blinding flashes of fire, pouring towards Yang Kun's location.

Ah da da da da!

Machine gun bullets rained down on Yang Kun, accompanied by occasional artillery bombardments, terrifying him so much that he could only retreat and dodge back and forth.

The balance of power was reversed in an instant!

While the gap between the four levels is indeed enormous, everyone present clearly underestimated the terrifying nature of SSS-level talent.

At this moment, the game had completely turned into Zhang Xiaoming's one-sided firepower suppression of Yang Kun.

Faced with a barrage of machine gun fire and artillery bombardment, Yang Kun couldn't find any opening to retaliate and could only constantly dodge and defend.

Yang Kun's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he was helpless.

He thought he could easily win because his skill level was much higher than his opponent's, but now it seems that he overestimated the gap between himself and a genius.

Yang Kun gave a self-deprecating smile, his once unstoppable momentum gradually weakening.

Once the momentum fades, defeat is only a matter of time!

Seeing this scene on the field, the audience couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Too small!

They've narrowed their perspective!

You really have to admit it's Teikyo University; even a freshman there is this incredibly strong!

They must apologize for their previous skepticism towards Teikyo University!

However, just as the entire audience was cheering for Imperial University, Qin Yu, sitting in the players' section, became anxious.

We can't win! We can't win!

If they win, all the money they invested will be wasted!

Thinking of this, Qin Yu quickly stood up and shouted at Zhang Xiaoming in a voice that was both loud and soft:

"Second brother! One hundred million! One hundred million!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoming secretly gave Qin Yu a reassuring look, indicating that everything was under control.

After all, he couldn't be too obviously lenient; he still had to make his performance as realistic as possible.

Sure enough, soon after, the armed robot that was suppressing Yang Kun with firepower suddenly made a creaking sound, and then instantly broke into pieces and exploded.

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment upon seeing this.

Ok?

what happened! ?

At that moment, Zhang Xiaoming's face suddenly turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest and saying in disbelief:

"What!? You actually managed to seize the opportunity when my Falcon II armed robot was under fire suppression and destroyed it with a single strike!?"

Yang Kun: "Huh?"

Yang Kun was dumbfounded. When did I draw my knife?

Aren't they always getting beaten up and forced to flee in a sorry state like grandsons?

Zhang Xiaoming sighed and shook his head dejectedly.

"I was too arrogant and underestimated you."

"Now that my armed robot has been destroyed, I have lost my ability to fight. I have lost!"

Zhang Xiaoming clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yang Kun, then raised his hand to the referee and said:

"I surrender!"

Everyone:? ? ?