Yan Wuyue Makes Her Move

"That's enough. If you keep going, others will start judging you," Yan Wuyue informed Zhou Mingrui one step ahead.

Zhou Mingrui stopped and looked at Zheng Haolong, who could still stand but no longer had any ability to fight. Then he said, "You can only blame that cunning, despicable, shameless and untrustworthy sister of yours."

After he said that, he turned to look at the woman and smiled. Then he punched Zheng Haolong straight in the face.

That punch caused Zheng Haolong to spit out a mouthful of blood. He was then sent flying out of the ring.

"Yan Wuyue's team wins!"

The referee heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that. He had actually been prepared to step in and end the battle early.

After all, he had presided over freshmen tournament battles for years, and had come across competitors with personal grudges. However, he had never seen one side get beaten up like that.

On the ground, Zheng Haolong spat out another mouthful of blood.