At this stage of the competition, the outcome between the two universities was already clear.
Dean Zhang turned to Wang Zhanshan beside him and asked, "How many team members do we have left? How strong are they?"
Wang Zhanshan hesitated for a moment. "Just one freshman left. As for his strength..."
He paused, his expression turning a little grim. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. After all, Zhao Rui had no real combat experience.
But based on his Level and talent tests, he just didn't seem like a promising prospect.
Seeing his expression, Dean Zhang's expectations instantly vanished. He gave a listless smile and said, "Then let him compete."
'We have nothing left to lose anyway. We can just let the freshman get some combat experience.'
"Next up: Zhao Rui of Dongqi University versus Fu Shaohu of the Eastern Martial Body."
Hearing the referee's announcement, everyone from Dongqi looked over at Zhao Rui, who was sitting in the front row waiting for his turn.
