This is the finals, after all.
Unlike the previous competitions, the opponents in the finals are all equally matched.
Therefore, there will be no overwhelming victories like before.
The back-and-forth exchanges are truly exciting!
The audience below gradually shifted their gaze from Leng Xue to the arena.
"This time, it seems Jin Shenghuo will take the championship. What a shame, what a shame."
"Da Xiong was poisoned, and it looks like he hasn't fully recovered yet, which is why he's being suppressed. If he were at his peak, who knows who would win!"
"That's not necessarily true. Haven't you learned your lesson from Ouyang Feng's upset victory over Sun Yi?"
"That's different. That's because Ouyang Feng and Sun Yi were closely matched. Da Xiong, even if he wanted to turn the tables, he'd be powerless!"
The freshmen below analyzed the two people in the arena.
Now, even someone who doesn't understand martial arts could see that Da Xiong had fallen into a disadvantage.
As long as Jin Shenghuo didn't make any major mistakes, Da Xiong would have no chance to turn things around!
But conversely, since Jin Shenghuo could make it to the finals, how could he make any rookie mistakes that Da Xiong could exploit?
Ouyang Feng also heard the whispers around him.
But he couldn't refute them.
He could only clench his fists, his face full of anxiety.
It looked as if Da Xiong, not him, was the one fighting the match!
"Doctor Zhou, aren't you worried about Da Xiong at all?" Ouyang Feng turned his head and saw Zhou Yu's calm demeanor, exclaiming in shock.
Zhou Yu turned his head, glanced at him, and said nothing.
Actually, ever since Leng Xue arrived, Zhou Yu had been somewhat distracted...
He hadn't even noticed the situation in the arena!
"It's over, it's over. Da Xiong is going to embarrass himself in front of General Leng this time!"
"Alas, it's fine to lose, but to be seen by General Leng."
Ouyang Feng drooped his head dejectedly.
Before Da Xiong had even stepped onto the stage, Ouyang Feng had fantasized that Da Xiong might seize an opportunity and defeat Jin Shenghuo.
However, when Da Xiong actually stood on the stage and fought Jin Shenghuo.
Ouyang Feng realized it wasn't as easy as he thought!
Jin Shenghuo's foundational skills were very solid.
From the start of their exchange until now, he hadn't made a single mistake, and his moves were airtight.
Moreover, Jin Shenghuo was already at the peak of the Houtian Ming Jin realm.
In terms of strength, he was superior to Da Xiong.
Under such circumstances, Da Xiong would only gradually become exhausted and be kicked out of the arena!
Losing was just a matter of time.
Although Leng Xue was sitting in the stands, she could hear the discussions below.
She slightly furrowed her brows: "Is this the freshman who fought with the Seven Warriors before?"
Lin Weidong stood beside her and immediately introduced Leng Xue.
When Leng Xue heard that Da Xiong was also Zhou Yu's student, she suddenly fell silent.
"Commander Leng, I think this person really has some skills. He can fight back and forth with the Jin family kid even with injuries," Fei Ying commented.
If his character were good during subsequent assessments,
Then, they might even consider making an exception for Da Xiong to participate in the special forces assessment!
"Hmm," Leng Xue nodded, saying nothing.
In her opinion, Da Xiong might not be injured now, but simply not fully recovered.
It was obvious that Zhou Yu was the one who had treated him.
On the stage.
Da Xiong was quickly reaching his limit.
Several times, Jin Shenghuo had struck him so hard that he almost couldn't get up.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Jin Shenghuo with a cold gaze.
His mind was racing!
He had worked so hard for this moment.
Was he going to give up?
Impossible!
Zhou Yu's painstaking efforts, and Ouyang Feng's obnoxious encouragement, were all reasons for Da Xiong not to give up.
And the situation with the Yang family...
He had given up his identity as the heir of the Yang family, relying entirely on his father to bear the pressure.
If Da Xiong couldn't even win the championship of a small freshman martial arts competition, how could he have the face to talk about pursuing his dreams?
Thinking of this, Da Xiong forced himself to stand up, swaying.
However, after the fight, Da Xiong's body was as fragile as a rag doll.
Even after standing up, he was still unsteady!
"If you can't do it, just surrender."
"You've persisted for so long with your injuries, you've already won."
Jin Shenghuo showed a look of pity.
He couldn't help but secretly admire Da Xiong's perseverance.
He also knew that he had gotten lucky.
If Da Xiong hadn't been injured, Jin Shenghuo wouldn't have been able to win this fight at all!
"No, a man stands until the end!"
Da Xiong grinned.
Immediately, he punched towards Jin Shenghuo!
The whistling fist wind exploded like something detonating, bursting near his ears!
Even though Da Xiong was at the end of his rope, Jin Shenghuo dared not underestimate him.
Seeing the fist about to reach him, Jin Shenghuo quickly took a step back to dodge.
Bang!
A loud noise was heard!
Da Xiong's fist hadn't actually hit Jin Shenghuo, but Jin Shenghuo felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy object.
He was uncontrollably sent flying backward!
He barely managed to stop himself at the edge of the arena!
And then, with a "poof," he spat a mouthful of blood from his mouth!
Seeing this, Da Xiong didn't hesitate.
He raised his fist and struck the ground again.
Puff—
Jin Shenghuo finally couldn't endure it any longer and plummeted from the edge of the stage!
"Striking through the wall!"
Jin Shenghuo lay on the ground, staring at the panting Da Xiong on the stage in disbelief, exclaiming.
Da Xiong smiled, revealing blood-stained gums: "You recognize it."
Even the referee was shocked by Da Xiong's move.
When Jin Shenghuo got up, the referee finally came to his senses and quickly announced Da Xiong's victory!
Although Da Xiong won, it was a narrow victory.
As he slowly walked off the stage, his legs were almost numb.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Da Xiong's vision went black.
He then collapsed into Ouyang Feng's arms!
"Da Xiong!" Ouyang Feng was startled and shouted frantically.
He continued to shake Da Xiong's shoulders.
But Da Xiong didn't react at all, his head and limbs swaying slightly with Ouyang Feng's movements...
"Quick, get him onto a stretcher," Zhou Yu said hurriedly as he rushed over.
Ouyang Feng hastily carried Da Xiong onto the stretcher, stammering, "Doctor Zhou, Da Xiong, has he... has he passed away!"
Zhou Yu looked at Ouyang Feng speechlessly.
Due to his panic, his hands were shaking as if he had advanced Parkinson's!
"If you keep shaking him like this, Da Xiong will really be gone," Zhou Yu said calmly.
Ouyang Feng froze.
Then he reached out and felt Da Xiong's breath.
How to put it...
It was steady and strong, not like someone who was dying!
Ouyang Feng's mouth opened and closed: "This... what's wrong with him?"
"He just fainted from exhaustion. Take him to the infirmary quickly and give him some glucose," Zhou Yu waved his hand.
Da Xiong's injuries were not even as severe as Jin Shenghuo's!
Hearing this, Ouyang Feng's face turned incredibly awkward.