With such a speculation, Zhao Wu quickly seemed to have thought of something.
He could not move his body at all, and his eyes struggled to glance behind him to the location where he had previously activated the Jinluo Beidou Gong.
Instantly, his eyes widened.
Of the three golden needles he had knocked down, only two remained!
The people in the audience also seemed to have noticed the problem. They followed Zhao Wu's gaze and looked in that direction.
"My God! Why is one of the golden needles missing from there?"
"Could it be that Han Lang still hid the ability to control a fourth golden needle? This is too incredible!"
"If that's the case, then Zhao Wu on stage is facing not just three opponents like Han Lang, but a total of four?"
"No wonder even Zhao Wu was caught off guard! He laid the groundwork as early as that time!"
The audience below was surprised, and the old soldiers on the other side were also exceptionally surprised.
"Old Huang, you've really found a treasure this time! Zhao Wu's foundation goes without saying, but Han Lang's strength is even more astonishing!"
"I think strength is a minor issue. The key is this new recruit Han Lang's tactics, which are truly insightful, making him a definite leader!"
"I, Old Kuang, must also admit that in this regard, he is much stronger than Yuwen Tuo, who is in the Golden Core stage, under my command!"
Huang Yuhua had not spoken from beginning to end, and his eyes had been fixed on the figure enveloped by the golden bell.
At this moment, he even had a more shocking guess in his heart.
That is, if controlling four golden needles was not Han Lang's limit, and if he could control even one or two more, would he, a cultivator in the middle Golden Core stage, be his opponent?
If not, wouldn't this needle-controlling technique used by Han Lang give him the ability to fight two or three levels higher?
Wouldn't the level of the needle-controlling technique have reached at least the Immortal tier?
Perhaps even going deeper, it could surpass the Immortal tier and reach the Divine tier!
Otherwise, how could such a small golden needle subdue a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage?
"I think I've struck it too big! Perhaps in the future, this new recruit might grow to a level that we will have to look up to!"
Huang Yuhua's words were very soft, almost as if he were talking to himself.
So, many of the old soldiers around him did not hear him very clearly.
Only Liu Xiaoxiao heard every word perfectly.
"Heh, although I don't want to admit it, I can tell you definitively, this is absolutely true!"
Liu Xiaoxiao's statement was not baseless.
She had rich combat experience and was extremely accurate in judging people.
From her brief encounter with Han Lang back then, she had almost concluded that this new recruit's strength was definitely not below hers.
Therefore, she had almost certainly predicted that he would win the championship in the new recruit arena.
Of course, all of this would depend on the final battle between the two.
If Han Lang could only control four golden needles at this stage, the outcome of the battle might not be so simple!
Just as everyone was speculating about Han Lang's strength, his voice drifted from within the golden bell on the stage.
"Young Master Zhao, will you withdraw this golden bell yourself, or should I break through it? If I break through it myself, it would be a pity for such a top-grade spiritual artifact!"
Zhao Wu's teeth itched with hatred upon hearing this.
Han Lang had the strength to break through the weak points of the Fan Jin Zhong, so he naturally had a way to escape.
He had no doubt about this!
However, such a defeat was somewhat humiliating for him.
Perhaps if he had been more careful, Han Lang would not have had an opportunity to win this battle!
Moreover, this battle also involved their previous bet!
Seeing Zhao Wu hesitating, the referee on the stage quickly came forward to persuade him.
"Zhao Wu, why don't you accept the reality! If a top-grade spiritual artifact is damaged, it would be a loss to our Special Special Forces! Although you lost this time, you have already shown superhuman strength. I believe that in future battles against superhumans, you and your Fan Jin Zhong will shine brightly!"
The referee's words brought a trace of clarity back to Zhao Wu's mind.
Although he disliked Han Lang, he had always believed in the noble quality of prioritizing national sentiment over personal feelings since childhood.
Therefore, even if Han Lang had a deep-seated grudge with Zhao Wei, he would not elevate it above the noble ideal of protecting the country.
So, he gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, parted his lips slightly, recited a spell, and returned the Fan Jin Zhong to its bell-like size, retracting it into his storage ring.
Seeing Han Lang reappear with a smug look, Zhao Wu was even more furious.
"I've let you out, now can you release my seal?"
Han Lang shook his finger with a slightly teasing expression.
"No, no, you haven't surrendered yet! If I let you go now, what if you fight me for another three hundred rounds later!"
Zhao Wu knew very well that Han Lang was deliberately making things difficult for him.
But the problem was, he had indeed not surrendered yet, and the referee had not announced the result.
Looking at the referee's expectant gaze, Zhao Wu was extremely helpless, and finally, he said in annoyance.
"I lost!"
Upon hearing this, the referee was relieved.
The Special Special Forces did not want any conflicts between comrades, let alone between pillars of the new recruit class like Zhao Wu and Han Lang.
He quickly grabbed Han Lang's hand as if he had caught a life-saving straw, and announced to everyone.
"Second arena, final match, Han Lang wins!"
A cheer erupted from below the stage, and Tang Qin and Ma Long were so happy they almost jumped up.
However, Zhao Wu was becoming impatient.
"Aren't you going to release me? You've already won!"
But Han Lang showed no intention of doing so.
He leaned closer to Zhao Wu again and said leisurely.
"The victory and defeat are naturally settled, but you haven't fulfilled the bet yet! I remember our agreement was that whoever wins becomes the boss of the other! Should you call me that now?"
Han Lang's deliberate humiliation made Zhao Wu even more exasperated. He glared fiercely at Han Lang.
Given his status and position, acknowledging a rogue cultivator as his boss would be a complete disgrace!
However, he had personally accepted this bet, and now that the result was out, he should indeed honor his promise, and from now on, he would either give Han Lang a wide berth or respectfully call him boss.
But how could he utter those two words!
After a long period of mental struggle, he was finally helpless, and so he softly called out.
"Boss!"
"Huh? I didn't hear you clearly! Can you speak louder?"
"You..." Seeing Han Lang pushing his luck, Zhao Wu was even more furious.
But he was under someone else's control now, and he really had no other option, so he had to shout fiercely and loudly.
"Boss! Is that good enough!"
Han Lang nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this.
"Since little brother Zhao is so well-behaved, I'll let you off the hook today! But you must remember, in the Special Special Forces, from now on, when you see me, you have to call me boss loudly like this! Heh heh..."
Zhao Wu was so angry at this moment that he wished he could pounce on Han Lang and bite him to vent his anger.
But in the current situation, he was truly powerless.
Han Lang did not trouble Zhao Wu further. With a slight movement of his finger, a tiny golden needle slowly moved out of Zhao Wu's dantian.
At the same time, Zhao Wu instantly regained his mobility. He glared fiercely at Han Lang, then angrily walked off the stage.
Seeing this, Han Lang, not afraid of making trouble, shouted at Zhao Wu's retreating back.
"Remember our agreement, little brother Zhao!"
Zhao Wu's body paused slightly upon hearing this, and then he moved away even faster!