Holy Land for Martial Artists

Two days later.

In Shanghai University's square.

Usually, there were few people around at this time.

Today, there were already students gathered in the square.

The entire square was bustling with excitement. All the seniors were ready to go, and everyone was in high spirits.

Under everyone's gaze.

A team of 350 people slowly walked toward the center of the square.

Zhou Zheng walked at the front, followed by Lin Bai, Dongfang Xiu, Wei Caiwei, and the other seniors.

In this team, although there was only one freshman, Lin Bai, they were all led by him.

Seeing them slowly walking over, someone in the crowd shouted, "Brother Lin, the championship this time is yours. Bring it back!"

Instantly, the entire square exploded.

"Victory! Victory! Get the championship! Get the championship!"

Their shouts resounded throughout the entire Shanghai University.

Compared to the excitement of the students.