While the audience was exclaiming, Wang Xin was panicking on the ground, thinking about how to express his desire to admit defeat.
However, when he turned his head, he happened to see his form teacher in the first row of the audience.
His form teacher had a concerned look on her face. She grabbed the railing with both hands and shouted anxiously, "Wang Xin, stand up. You are the pride of our No. 3 High School!"
After hearing this, Wang Xin regained some confidence and stood up wobbly.
He was immediately greeted by a dragon's tail that whistled with the wind.
Bang!
Wang Xin was sent flying again, leaving behind an afterimage before he crashed back down to the ground in a sorry state.
The spirit battle stage's protective shield at the side rippled as if something had been bounced off it.
Wang Xin felt an excruciating pain throughout his body. He cursed the designer of the shield internally.
He thought to himself, "Why did the designer make the protective shield so elastic? Is it just to let others hit me around like a table tennis ball?"
As he realized the despairing difference in their levels of strength, Wang Xin simply laid on the ground, motionless.
No matter how hoarsely his form teacher shouted, he just closed his eyes and pretended to be deaf.
"Are you okay?" asked the judge in concern as he walked up to the stage.
Wang Xin moved his lips and said in a low voice, "I'm fine. I just fainted and lost consciousness."
The judge was at a loss for words.
He turned around and beckoned for two staff members to come up to the stage and carry Wang Xin down on a stretcher.
"It has been determined that contestant Wang Xin has lost his ability to fight. Ye Haoran wins this match!"
Upon hearing the result of the match, the audience burst into cheers.
"God Ye is awesome! You are G.O.A.T!"
"I hereby announce that the champion has been decided. It's God Ye!"
"Sweep the Year 2 division and win the championship!"
"Sweep the Year 2 division and win the championship!"
The cries from the audience continued.
Ye Haoran's face was beaming as he enjoyed the early recognition as champion.
This was the exact kind of attention that his cheat brought him.
Two hours later, surrounded by a group of fanatical fans who were holding signs of support, Ye Haoran ran out of the Spirit Hall as if he was escaping.
Walking on the street, Ye Haoran was happily chewing a string of grilled gluten.
Ring.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He threw away the bamboo stick in his hand and took out his phone. It was a notification for the match tomorrow.
"Hello, respected contestant Ye Haoran. Congratulations! You have entered the top eight! Your opponent for tomorrow's quarter-finals is Li Xilin from Beitong No. 4 High School. Please prepare in advance."
Ye Haoran raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected the organizing committee to be so efficient. They had managed to arrange his next match so quickly.
He was about to check his opponent's information when another message popped up.
"Contestant Ye Haoran, your opponent Li Xilin has voluntarily forfeited and admitted defeat. You have automatically entered the top four. Sincerely, the organizing committee for the Year 2 division."
Ye Haoran had mixed feelings.
He coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
His overbearing aura was to blame. It was too strong and had already conquered his opponent.
On the other side, in the office of the organizing committee, a teacher walked out with a young man. The teacher's face had a trace of regret.
He turned to the young man beside him and said, "Little Lin, are we really going to forfeit? If you change your mind now, there might still be a chance to redeem yourself."
The young man beside him shook his head like a rattle and said firmly, "No, no, no, teacher, I feel that my skills are not good enough. I still need to get to know my contract spirit better."
As he spoke, the scene of Ye Haoran beating up Wang Xin on the stage a few hours ago appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but shiver at the thought.
He, Li Xilin, was also a Level 5 spiritualist. He had only made it to the top eight by relying on the two long-range attack skills of his contract spirit.
Even the defense focused Wang Xin was knocked unconscious. Wouldn't he, who had no defensive ability, be eaten alive?
Ye Haoran didn't know that he had traumatized an inexperienced young man. He was planning to return to the black market to get some goods.
He had scammed more than 700,000 from selling the healing potions last time, so he naturally had to spend some of the money.
Ring.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang again. It was another message.
Ye Haoran's expression was a little strange. Could it be that his next opponent had also surrendered?
He opened the message and saw that it was from Beitong National Pharmaceutical Corporation.
"Ye Haoran, there's a problem with the corporation's pharmaceutical production. Also, the Human Resources Department seems to be looking for you for something. You can go over and check things out."
The corner of Ye Haoran's mouth twitched. It was obvious that Xu Shan had sent the message to him under the name of the pharmaceutical corporation.
He hailed a cab and rushed to Beitong National Pharmaceutical Corporation.
The security guard at the company's entrance recognized him and opened the doors to let him in.
In the first floor lobby, Wang Baowen walked over quickly and said with an apologetic face, "Oh, Little Friend Ye Haoran, I'm really sorry to trouble you. Let's talk while we walk."
Then, Wang Baowen led Ye Haoran to another building.
After talking along the way, Ye Haoran roughly understood what had happened.
It turned out that although he had given the corporation the complete formula, as well as a step-by-step recording of the preparation of the formula, there were still a few steps that were difficult to carry out. The staff could not replicate the corresponding effect at all.
As they were talking, the two of them arrived at the 10th floor of another building.
The entire 10th floor had been converted into a huge workspace. Rows of staff in work clothes were sweating like pigs as they nervously adjusted the proportion of the materials.
When they arrived at a place with a sign that read Special Version Strength Potion Brewing Area, several researchers in white coats were sitting around.
On the table in front of them were a few bottles of failed black potions, and the instruments at the side were still smoking.
Ye Haoran picked up a bottle of potion and shook it. Looking at the thick impurities in it, he found the reason for their failure at a glance. He stated, "You didn't add the Cloud Spirit Grass properly, right?"
Wang Baowen nodded and said to the researchers, "Let me introduce you. This is Ye Haoran from Beitong No. 2 High School. He's here to help solve the problem we face when mixing in the Cloud Spirit Grass."
Just as Ye Haoran was about to speak, a voice suddenly rang out, "Wait, let me cut you off there."
A young researcher with gold-rimmed glasses walked out, squinted at Ye Haoran, and said, "If I heard correctly, you're just a student, right? A high school student at that? "
"Yes," Ye Haoran replied.
When he heard Ye Haoran's response, the young man in gold-rimmed glasses looked at Wang Baoshan and said, "Vice President Wang, I think you're underestimating me."
Then, he pointed to himself and said in a serious tone, "I graduated from the capital's University of Pharmaceutics as a top student. I also have a few years of experience in the field."
Then, he pointed at Ye Haoran, "He's just a high school student. I don't think he can solve a problem that even I can't."
"Excuse me, you just want to say that I can't do it, right?"
Ye Haoran interrupted the young man in gold-rimmed glasses and said slowly, "That's why you stepped out to belittle me. You just wanted to prove yourself!"
Wang Baoshan also looked at the young man in gold-rimmed glasses with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
The young man didn't say anything. He just spread his hands and didn't deny it.
"That's alright," Ye Haoran said while clapping his hands. His eyes were full of admiration.
"It's a pity that you're thinking too much. Brother Wang, just throw him out."
The young man was taken aback. "What?"
Wang Baoshan pondered for a moment, then took out his walkie-talkie and commanded, "Security, please come in."
A moment later, several strong security guards rushed in and dragged the young man out of the room.
"Brother Wang, you can't hire people like this in the future. They have such bad character," Ye Haoran advised with a sincere look.
Wang Baoshan nodded. He hadn't expected the young man he had specially recruited to have such a bad character. The latter was too competitive.
Fortunately, they had discovered it in time, or it would have caused a huge loss to the corporation.