Fang Ping stared at Zhang Haoran, bewildered. Could it be that he hadn't worn his inner armor and had left it in the car, and now wanted him to retrieve it?
Regardless, it was just at the entrance of Magic Martial Arts University, and he would be back in a few minutes. He could just help him get it.
Just as Fang Ping was about to leave, Zhang Haoran grabbed him and said, "There's a travel bag in my trunk; just bring it over."
It wasn't just Fang Ping who was confused; everyone else present was too.
However, this was merely a challenge where he hadn't brought a weapon and was going to retrieve one; it wasn't a big deal.
After all, previous battles were only between First Ranks, and now a First Rank was challenging a Third Rank. It was understandable to bring out some hidden trump cards.
But there were also those present who couldn't understand.
That was Lü Fengrou.
Lü Fengrou was currently pressing a hand to her forehead, contemplating whether she should run away, because the upcoming scene was too 'moving'.
She, Lü Fengrou, couldn't afford to lose face like that.
Others might not know what weapon he had in his trunk, but Lü Fengrou did. Not only did she know, but it was with her permission that Liu Mengyao had even made it.
Lü Fengrou gritted her teeth, beckoned Zhang Haoran over, and then set up a Mental Energy barrier. Her eyes just stared at him.
He couldn't stand being stared at by Lü Fengrou like that. So he frankly said, "Teacher, if we fought normally, I could take three moves from him without a problem. I just don't want to be too outstanding, do I?"
Lü Fengrou glared at Zhang Haoran in annoyance: "Liu Yongwen has no grudge against you, why do you insist on killing him?"
He looked at Lü Fengrou innocently: "Teacher, this is for Fang Ping. This matter today, even if Wang Jinyang can help settle it, our Magic Martial Arts University will have lost a lot of face.
Moreover, who can guarantee that he won't trouble Fang Ping again in the future? The most crucial thing is, I think Liu Yongwen's character isn't great.
What if he plays some dirty tricks behind our backs? Not 'what if,' he definitely will play dirty tricks behind our backs. Without even using anything else, if we go out on a mission, and he casually leaks some information, it would be very dangerous for us.
And he would absolutely do something like that. Teacher, if you feel it's embarrassing, then later I'll fight him properly. You tell me how to fight."
With him saying that, what could Lü Fengrou say? Could she say he was wrong? And the situation had already reached this point. It could be said that Liu Yongwen was dead for sure.
The problem now was how Zhang Haoran would take those three moves.
Lü Fengrou glared at him fiercely, closed her eyes, and said, "You handle it yourself; I'm not getting involved."
Seeing Lü Fengrou's expression, he sighed helplessly.
It seemed he had to fight properly, but the things he prepared couldn't go to waste. Even if he didn't use them, he had to bring them out to scare Liu Yongwen.
This way, when it got out, his own level of attention would be a bit lower. People would say he first messed with the opponent's mindset.
At this moment, Fang Ping walked in, carrying a travel bag, looking strangely at Zhang Haoran. Clearly, he had seen what was inside the travel bag.
Everyone else was also very curious. What on earth was in the bag? Look at Fang Ping's expression.
Wang Jinyang and Qin Fengqing also found a place to sit down, watching with curiosity.
The most nervous was Liu Yongwen, because this concerned his life and death.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Haoran took the travel bag, placed it on the ground, and pulled out a Desert Eagle-style handgun from inside.
But it was clearly made of alloy. The arena instantly erupted in a roar, with chaotic noise everywhere. Everyone was discussing animatedly.
The loudest voice was Qin Fengqing's, a resounding "Holy crap!" echoing throughout the entire venue.
Liu Yongwen stood on the stage, watching the handgun Zhang Haoran pulled out. His eyeballs nearly popped out.
Finally, a student couldn't help but ask loudly, "Teacher, can we use hot weapons in martial arts sparring?"
Zhang Haoran, however, loudly declared, "What's wrong? Aren't hot weapons, weapons? You can't possibly say it's a bedroom item, can you?"
As he spoke, he tucked the handgun into his waistband. Then, he took out a shotgun from the travel bag.
At this, everyone was even more dumbfounded. One student couldn't help but loudly complain, "Why didn't you bring a submachine gun?"
Unexpectedly, just as he finished his complaint, Zhang Haoran actually nodded and said, "Wasn't I just embarrassed? However, since this student strongly requests it, I'll take it out."
With that, he pulled out an MP5 from the travel bag. He even suspected if Liu Mengyao frequently played CS?
The styles of these guns were completely modeled after CS.
Everyone watched as Zhang Haoran actually pulled a submachine gun out of the bag. They didn't know what to say. They didn't even dare to complain anymore, what if he pulled out a rocket launcher?
Liu Yongwen on the stage was now collapsing. He finally understood why Zhang Haoran had kept emphasizing those trash talks.
Actually, the most important thing was himself; resisting also counted as one move. But now that you've pulled out a submachine gun, can I still resist?
Liu Yongwen stared at Minister Zhou with innocent, wide eyes. What about the agreed-upon martial arts sparring? Was him holding a submachine gun called sparring?
Zhang Haoran felt it wasn't stimulating enough. He earnestly said to Liu Yongwen, "It's nothing, I specifically asked my Senior Sister to forge this gun. They're all C-level Alloy, and it cost a lot of money."
As he spoke, he ejected the magazine, pulled out a bullet, and said, "See? The bullets are also custom-made. The warheads are B-level Alloy; they're super expensive. Later, whatever hits you is yours. See how much you benefit."
When Zhang Haoran said that, Liu Yongwen was even more distraught. Could he withstand special-made bullets? He probably wouldn't need Wang Jinyang to enter the stage. He'd be riddled with holes himself.
He carried the submachine gun, strode onto the arena, and pulled the bolt with a click.
Zhang Haoran looked at the speechless Minister Zhou with an eager expression: "Minister Zhou, I'm ready. Let's start quickly."
At this moment, the audience was silent. Everyone was speechless, including Wang Jinyang and Qin Fengqing.
Wang Jinyang couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. Fortunately, he came to challenge Magic Martial Arts University last year. How simple and honest the people of Magic Martial Arts University were then! Even if they couldn't win, no one came up with a submachine gun.
If he had come to challenge this year, wouldn't Zhang Haoran have shot him down with a gun?
This fully demonstrated that sparring carried risks, and martial arts contests required caution. Look at Liu Yongwen; he didn't understand a single sentence and got trapped.
This was a lesson! In the future, before a martial arts contest, it must be made clear: no hot weapons can be used.
This was their first time seeing someone engage in martial arts sparring with a submachine gun. And it was a special-made alloy submachine gun! Even the bullets were B-level Alloy. Who could stand that?!
Liu Yongwen had already collapsed and was truly at his wit's end. If he conceded, he would be cut down by Wang Jinyang soon. If he didn't concede, he might earn a body full of B-level alloy bullets, and then still be cut down by Wang Jinyang.
His only hope now was Minister Zhou. Minister Zhou also looked at Zhang Haoran with a speechless expression, opened his mouth, and was about to say something?
But he directly threw the submachine gun and handgun to Fang Ping.
Then Zhang Haoran said, "It's nothing, I was just livening up the atmosphere. Can we start now?"
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