Lu Lin looked at everything in front of him, not knowing what to do next.
It was supposed to be an ordinary Star Skill, but it turned into this.
Hang Jianshe's face was pale.
Cong Xiaolong was unsteady.
Yao Zongheng and six students directly fainted.
A perfectly good challenge turned out like this, something nobody expected.
"Old Wu, end the match and bring Lu Lin to my office later."
A voice reached Wu Hongming's ear.
It wasn't some secret transmission, but rather Principal Wang Jianfang of Iron Blood College sending him a voice message through his personal terminal.
Wu Hongming nodded slightly, turned, and walked to Lu Lin's side.
"Congratulations, Student Lu, on winning the challenge."
"You can now be called the scholar tyrant of this year's Iron Blood College."
"Stay here for a while, the principal wants to see you."
"Principal?"
Lu Lin directly looked at Wang Chunyu, who was hosting on the arena just now.
He heard earlier that someone called him Principal Wang.
