No Choice

Zhou Yong gritted his teeth, struggled to stand up from the ground, and said angrily, "Let's go on. It's only six minutes. Come on!" Upon hearing this, the other members of the team, whose eyes and noses were bruised, had no choice but to go up. On the other hand, it was the team leader of Jialan Academy, Hu Wenbin, who was a little surprised. His gaze shifted to Jiang Li and then he said with a smile, "Don't worry. I'm still a gentleman. I'll be gentle." Just like that, the final six-minute competition began! The numbers of the countdown kept jumping. Jiang Li moved. She raised her whip and rushed out. She raised her club and the white ball flew out. Hu Wenbin had obviously underestimated his opponent. To be honest, he didn't take Jiang Li seriously at all. The next second, the white ball entered the door with irresistible momentum. At 3:28. Hu Wenbin opened his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief. The students outside the arena rubbed their eyes and murmured, "What? Am I seeing things?