Astral Apostle

Moreover, its momentum did not decrease. In the blink of an eye, it approached Lei Wanjun's face.

In this short moment, Lei Wanjun could no longer move. He watched as the fist enlarged in his vision, and he finally could not help but reveal a terrified expression.

With the other party's physical enhancement, wouldn't this punch be equivalent to getting free plastic surgery?!

However, at this moment, Zhou Jing suddenly turned his fist into a palm and grabbed Lei Wanjun's neck, smashing him to the ground.

"Ugh!" Lei Wanjun's back hit the ground, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Whoosh!

Before he could react, a cold light flashed in his eyes as the long saber stabbed into the ground.

A cold aura spread through the metallic blade.

Lei Wanjun's eyes widened, and his entire body stiffened, not daring to move.

"You've lost."

Zhou Jing withdrew his long saber.

Only then did Lei Wanjun dare to get up. He said with an embarrassed expression, "I admit defeat. Looks like you're better than me. I'm not good enough. I'll ask you for guidance when I have the chance."

He was a little disappointed. He had thought that he was different from other Class S people, but he did not expect that he could not even injure Zhou Jing at all.

Zhou Jing shrugged, "Do you know what your biggest problem is?"

"… Could it be that my methods are mixed and I'm good at nothing? That's what my mystic technique instructor said about me."

Lei Wanjun's expression turned solemn as he bowed with the humble attitude of a student.

Zhou Jing shook his head. The other party was quite polite, so he did not mind chatting a little more.

"Of course not. You've only learned for a month. How can you say that you're good at nothing? Don't downplay yourself. It's normal for you to be mixed up now. It's not that it's bad to have messy methods. In actual combat, you can use whatever you have. Every additional move means another card. Your abilities indeed form a simple tactical combination… But your biggest problem is that your abilities are rich, but your strength is not enough."

To be honest, this tactic of his was simple and effective. If his strength could catch up, such as his Five-Colored Banner Array Shield being tougher, his flying sword being faster, or the attack power of his will incarnation being higher, Zhou Jing would have a much harder time fighting.

"That makes sense. I'll go back and study it… Thanks, let's add each other as friends?" Lei Wanjun agreed deeply, and his impression of Zhou Jing improved.

"Sure, let's talk after the fight."

Zhou Jing nodded and turned to leave the stage.

The big screen showed that Zhou Jing was the winner of this round. The Banners students were silent, and the Crowns students finally found an opportunity to shout excitedly.

"Zhou Jing! Zhou Jing!"

"Haha, I knew he was reliable!"

In the waiting area below the stage, the members of the Crown Team welcomed Zhou Jing excitedly.

Deng Yunjie gave Zhou Jing a thumbs up with an appreciative smile.

"Good job. We've finally won a tough battle… After dealing with one of the trump cards of the Banners, their advantage will not be so great."

"But they still have the advantage."

Zhou Jing waved his hand and was not too happy. He turned around and looked in the direction of the Banner team.

Li Xiaoyin was also looking at him from afar, waving.

Zhou Jing shook his head in response and retracted his gaze. He looked at the score on the big screen and sighed to himself.

Up until now, the Crowns were still at a disadvantage. Their chances of winning the competition were already quite slim.

The academy advocated collective cooperation, and the competition format was also based on this.

However, although there was a high chance that he would lose, he still had to fight to the end and do his best.

At the very least, he had to fight Li Xiaoyin, who was born in Rome, head-on and see how much the difference between people could get.