Zhao Wu's defeat allowed all the new recruits to formally witness Han Lang's prowess.
At the same time, Tang Geng, on another battlefield, was also defeated by Sima Tuo without any surprise.
Soon, the final two matches of the new recruit arena competition commenced.
One of them was the battle for third place between Tang Geng and Zhao Wu.
Although this battle was eye-catching, on the stage, Zhao Wu did not carry any of the aggression he displayed during his fight with Han Lang.
On the contrary, he behaved exceptionally gentlemanly towards Tang Geng.
It seemed as though he did not even care about the honor of being the third-place winner in the new recruit arena competition.
As a result, this battle once again became a much-talked-about gentleman's duel within the new recruit camp.
Even so, Tang Geng's strength was still far too inferior to Zhao Wu's.
Therefore, the third-place position fell into Zhao Wu's hands with almost no surprise.
Tang Geng showed no jealousy; instead, he sincerely embraced Zhao Wu and offered his heartfelt congratulations.
Zhao Wu merely smiled slightly in response, with no hint of joy appearing on his face.
Perhaps he was not entirely satisfied with this ranking!
Of course, what everyone was most looking forward to was the championship battle between Sima Tuo, a Golden Core stage cultivator, and Han Lang.
Those who had watched the great battle between Han Lang and Zhao Wu knew that although Zhao Wu was a cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, his strength was already almost comparable to the Golden Core stage.
Yet, even he, powerful as he was, was defeated by Han Lang.
For this reason, before the finals even began, people were once again buzzing with discussion.
"Among all the new recruits in the Special Special Forces throughout the years, only two have reached the Golden Core stage. Sima Tuo being the third person, his strength must be at its peak, right?"
"That's for sure! You can tell from the development of the previous two Golden Core cultivators!"
"That's true, but this batch of ours is truly full of dark horses! Although Sima Tuo's cultivation is astonishing, I think the outcome of the arena matches is hard to say!"
"What's so hard to say? The Golden Core stage and the Foundation Establishment stage are a huge chasm! Not to mention anything else, just from innate movement techniques, Golden Core cultivators can already fly, can Foundation Establishment cultivators do that?"
"Exactly! Even if Han Lang's strength is greater, can he cross such a large gap to fight? I don't believe it!"
"Heh... you really shouldn't disbelieve it. Although Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot achieve aerial flight, it's not an invincible capital! Han Lang's four golden needles are like four clones of himself. Even a Golden Core cultivator would not dare to say they could win with certainty against four Foundation Establishment cultivators of such formidable strength, would they?"
"I agree! Han Lang cannot be judged by common sense. Look at his confident demeanor when he fought Zhao Wu; perhaps he still has some trump cards up his sleeve!"
"Hmph, trump cards? If he has them, do you think our Brother Sima Tuo doesn't? Do you think the Golden Core stage is made of mud?"
Before the battle even began, the supporters of both sides below the stage were already arguing heatedly.
Compared to them, the protagonists of this battle, Han Lang and Sima Tuo, both appeared exceptionally calm.
Han Lang's calmness was unreadable, making it impossible for anyone to fathom his thoughts.
It was unclear whether he was confident or not.
But Sima Tuo's calmness was different.
His face was filled with arrogance, and he even looked down at Han Lang, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
Such an arrogant demeanor made Han Lang extremely displeased from the start.
"Brother Han Lang, you have to be careful! This Sima Tuo is no saint. At least in my fight with him, his every move was vicious, and he was extremely focused on victory!"
Han Lang was already somewhat uncomfortable looking at Sima Tuo, and upon hearing Tang Geng's words, his impression of him worsened.
"Don't worry! But do you have any information about him? Tell me a little!"
Hearing this, Tang Geng replied without hesitation.
"The biggest obstacle is naturally his cultivation. The power of martial skills used by a Golden Core cultivator is completely different from those used by a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
"Secondly, his spiritual weapon is an exceptionally slender dagger. From my estimation, it should also be of the high-grade category. Most importantly, the way he controls his dagger is remarkably similar to how you control your golden needles!"
"In addition, there are his cultivation techniques and martial skills. Conservatively speaking, his cultivation technique should be Heavenly grade, and his martial skills at least Earth grade intermediate or higher."
"Sorry! I was defeated too quickly, and I couldn't discern more details!"
Seeing Tang Geng's slightly embarrassed expression, Han Lang quickly patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Don't worry! This is enough! You don't need to be discouraged. Although you are not his opponent for now, with the help of the Spirit Gathering Pill, I believe you will surpass him soon!"
Tang Geng was moved by these words.
"Thank you, Brother Han Lang! I am also very confident about this! The match is about to start, you go on stage first! Ma Long, Tang Qin, and I will be here cheering for you!"
Han Lang nodded slightly, then lifted his foot and, along with Sima Tuo, slowly stepped onto the stage.
The championship battle was naturally different from other battles.
At this moment, in addition to the two referees on stage, two commentary booths were set up on a high platform not far away.
What's more, for such a grand event, the Commander of the Special Special Forces, Song Heguo, the military region commander, and the commander of the old soldier camp who led the new recruits, Su Kunyu, were all seated on the high platform, watching this battle.
With the referee's command, the great battle was about to begin.
Han Lang took the lead, unhesitatingly summoning his four golden needles.
At the same time, Sima Tuo's short blade also flew into the air.
Seeing this display, the host on the high platform exclaimed excitedly.
"Wow! Did I see that correctly? At the beginning of the battle, both of them revealed their strengths immediately? It seems they don't plan to hold back any punches in this fight!"
"That's natural! After all, this battle is for the championship of the new recruit arena competition. As long as they both want to make a name for themselves in the Special Special Forces, they must go all out at this moment!"
Hearing the two commentators' words, the enthusiasm of the audience below the stage was instantly ignited.
Both sides had their supporters. If they could witness a full-effort battle between the two in this match, it would naturally be exhilarating and a feast for the eyes!
Indeed,
Just as the commentators finished speaking, Han Lang moved.
He disliked Sima Tuo, so he would not show him any courtesy.
The four golden needles interweaved and circled, like four golden snakes, baring their fangs and lunging at Sima Tuo.
Sima Tuo was not nervous, but as Tang Geng had said, he did not hold back at all. With a flick of his finger, the short blade instantly whistled out, meeting Han Lang's four golden needles.
"Clang clang clang!"
The clash of weapons created countless sparks.
Although Han Lang's golden needles had the advantage in numbers, Sima Tuo's short blade was incredibly fast.