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

In the VIP section, Lin Zhengtian's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Qin Yu below the stage, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This is impossible. How could a kid who has awakened a support-type talent possess such terrifying power?

He quickly turned to look at Lin Qingxue beside him and asked with great confusion:

"Xiaoxue, what's going on with this kid's power? Wasn't he supposed to have awakened a support-type talent?"

“I don’t know either,” Lin Qingxue shook her head. “According to him, his grandfather fed him a lot of rare and precious herbs when he was a child, which gave him superhuman strength.”

"His grandfather?" Lin Zhengtian was taken aback.

"Oh, right, Dad, I forgot to tell you, his grandfather was the governor of the Southeast Province."

thump!

Lin Zhengtian lost his balance and fell off the chair.

The people in the VIP seats all looked over in surprise.

However, Lin Zhengtian was too preoccupied to notice the astonished looks around him. His voice trembled slightly, and he said in disbelief:

"What did you say?"

"You're saying this kid's grandfather is the Great Xia Inspector?!"

"Mm." Lin Qingxue nodded.

"hiss!!!"

Lin Zhengtian gasped in shock!

This kid's grandfather is actually his boss!?

In an instant, Lin Zhengtian's gaze toward Qin Yu became extremely pleasing.

He was quite nervous, thinking his daughter was going to be taken by a piglet.

But now that I see, it's all right.

Please feel free to give me all the support!

Give it a good push!

Zhao Si was carried onto a stretcher and taken to the medical room for treatment.

His injuries were more severe than Wang Hao's.

According to the doctor's diagnosis, he can forget about participating in any team fights in the future.

This also means that Jiangnan No. 5 Middle School is basically a boarding school.

After all, the strongest captain has already been beaten into this state, so what's the point of fighting anymore?

The smiles on the faces of all the team members from Jiangnan No. 5 Middle School froze instantly, and the previously high-spirited and excited atmosphere vanished without a trace.

They still find it hard to believe that their captain was so easily defeated.

Although they were reluctant to accept this reality, there was no doubt that their martial arts exchange competition in Jiangnan No. 5 Middle School had come to an end.

"Jiangnan No. 5 Middle School concedes defeat, Jiangnan No. 1 Middle School wins the match and advances to the next round!"

The referee shouted.

The entire audience joined in the cheers.

Who would have thought that a support player could so easily crush the opposing team's ace captain? This is simply unheard of!

Qin Yu stood in the center of the arena, waving excitedly and enjoying the cheers and applause from the entire audience.

In the audience, Li Zhengjun, his face beaming with excitement, clenched his fists in a burst of joy!

Amitabha Buddha, thank you Jesus!

He wasn't wrong about this kid!

"Next match: Jiangnan No. 2 Middle School vs. Jiangnan No. 13 Middle School!" the referee shouted.

However, Qin Yu seemed not to hear, and continued to stand on the field striking various victory poses.

The referee's lips twitched slightly, signaling to the staff to quickly remove the kid from the field.

Back in the contestants' seat, Liu Damao immediately burst into laughter and gave Qin Yu a big bear hug.

"Old Qin, well done!"

Qiu Ya, who was standing to the side, also praised with a smile, "Qin Yu, you are so amazing."

Li Jun looked somewhat embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But in the end, he managed to force a somewhat awkward smile and reluctantly praised, "Pretty, pretty good."

Qin Yu sat back down in his chair with a smug look on his face.

At this moment, his feelings can be summed up in two words:

That feels so good~~~~

The game continued off the field.

Without a doubt, the match between Jiangnan No. 2 Middle School, led by Nine-Star Martial Apprentice Zhang Xiaomeng, and Jiangnan No. 13 Middle School, the weakest of the eight participating high schools, was a massacre, with a clean and decisive 4-0 victory.