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In the following rounds of the competition, Lu Fei Fan showcased a fierce and brutal fighting style, swiftly and decisively ending each match, which greatly exceeded many people's expectations.
Although the matches lost some of their entertainment value, those who had bet on his victories reaped substantial profits.
After winning seven or eight matches, Lu Fei Fan unexpectedly advanced to the final showdown.
His opponent was a man in his early thirties with considerable fighting experience. His upper body was covered in scars, a clear sign of a seasoned warrior. This man had incredibly fast leg techniques and exuded the aura of an active military personnel. Lu Fei Fan had seen him fight twice before, and like himself, he employed Military Combat Techniques that emphasized speed and precision, even delivering strikes more ruthlessly than Lu Fei Fan.
Before the match, both fighters were given a brief half-hour break. This time also served as a betting period, during which many spectators reinvested their winnings into the betting pool, wagering millions as if it were merely a numerical game.
In the luxury boxes above, attendants continuously moved in and out. The high rollers who had been in their private rooms only began to place their extravagant bets at this moment. If Lu Fei Fan had known the staggering amounts being wagered, he would have been shocked by the incredible figures.
However, Lu Fei Fan paid little attention to all that; instead, he focused on adjusting his breathing and sensing the transformation of energy within his cells. For him, the activated cells generated Pulse Energy that not only improved his bloodline but also strengthened his physique. The surging energy began to influence neighboring cells, gradually awakening them from dormancy.
Before long, Lu Fei Fan awakened another batch of cells—thousands of them—most of which were attributed to the operation of Fu Mai Xi Shu. With its functioning like a power engine, it regulated his body's energy-saving capabilities to achieve a balanced and stable state, allowing his cells to be fully nourished and trained.
Ding ding ding—
The sounds of the arena prepared for action.
Lu Fei Fan opened his eyes and looked at his opponent slowly rising across from him; the man was intently observing Lu Fei Fan as well.
"The match is about to begin; please welcome our final two competitors to the stage!" The referee's voice echoed throughout the arena.
Instantly, the audience erupted into cheers. Many had placed heavy bets on these two finalists; victory or defeat hinged on this decisive moment.
Many of the Big Shots in the private box gradually shifted their attention to the arena below. Among the Wardens, Tao Warden and Jin Ping were joined by two soldiers dressed in uniforms of the Free Federation Army. One was a Young Lieutenant with a determined gaze and a rugged face, looking to be just in his early twenties.
The other was a middle-aged Colonel with graying eyebrows, sitting upright with an air of solemnity. He appeared to be in his forties, with a scruffy beard that gave him a somewhat unruly look, and his weathered face seemed to reflect the gray streaks in his short hair.
"Colonel Gao, which side do you think has the better odds?" Tao Shu suddenly asked the Colonel.
Colonel Gao smiled as he watched the arena below, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "From the aura, that young man seems to be slightly at a disadvantage."
"Colonel Gao, aren't you going to place a bet? The fighting style that young man is using is your traditional Military Combat Technique," Jin Ping chimed in.
"Oh?" Colonel Gao's interest was piqued as he looked at Lu Fei Fan.
"It's not unusual for many retired officers to become combat instructors; knowing Military Combat Technique isn't that rare," Tao Shu casually remarked.
"I'm so sleepy," Su Su, who had been silent until now, stretched and yawned, even revealing her curvy waist beneath her dress, looking somewhat fatigued.
She seemed unaware that the young Captain Officer beside her had been watching her intently. Then Su Su propped her chin on her hand and seriously observed the young fighter below, murmuring to herself, "Who should I bet on? Oh dear, this is quite a dilemma. What should I do?"
Unexpectedly, Su Su turned to ask the Young Lieutenant who had been sitting beside her all along.
"Hey, who do you think I should bet on?" Her voice sounded enchanting to the young officer.
The Young Lieutenant felt his neck flush with embarrassment because he had been staring at her profile for some time. It wasn't that he lacked self-control; it was just that Su Su was breathtakingly beautiful, captivating him with every glance and smile, making his young heart race.
"Uh... maybe... maybe..." The Young Lieutenant stumbled over his words. "Bet on that Zhong Nian; it might be better."
"However, that Zhong Nian looks so annoying, so ugly. Forget it, I'll just buy that young man instead. He looks much more pleasant to the eye," Su Su happily decided to herself. "Wang Bo, help me place a bet of one billion on that young man to win."
The people nearby broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this. The ones most affected were Tao Shu and Jin Ping. If that one billion was placed and won, their joint venture in the fighting arena would be ruined, leaving them destitute. This lady certainly had a lavish way of spending.
"Ahem. Su Da Jie, this... our fighting arena is already operating at capacity; a bet of one billion is simply beyond what we can handle," Tao Shu hurriedly explained.
"Yes, yes, big bets can be harmful; it's all about the thrill, Su Da Jie. Just enjoy the excitement," Jin Ping chimed in beside him.
The Colonel, who had been silent throughout, stroked his chin with a curious expression, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Su Da Jie's beautiful brows furrowed slightly in displeasure. "Hmph, what a buzzkill. Fine then. Wang Bo, just help me place a bet of one hundred million."
Wang Bo nodded and went out to place the bet.
Jin Ping and Tao Shu exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief. If she really won, it would have nearly bankrupted their fighting arena.
Ding!
A crisp sound echoed from below, signaling the start.
The fight on the arena finally began.
Lu Fei Fan was the first to attack, targeting pre-calculated weaknesses with swift strikes—heavy punches and powerful kicks infused with a hint of Pulse Energy. Each blow created a gust of wind that was extraordinary.
The opponent initially planned to retreat and defend but was taken aback to discover that Lu Fei Fan's strikes were laced with Pulse Energy. He was astonished, having thought Lu Fei Fan was just an ordinary fighter.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Lu Fei Fan's fists and feet struck against his opponent's fully defended arms and thighs, making little headway; the opponent's defense was impenetrable.
Immediately, the opponent launched a counterattack, their offensive more ferocious than Lu Fei Fan's. The force was overwhelming, with several kicks shattering the stone tiles of the arena. Seizing a brief opening, Lu Fei Fan surged forward like a cannonball, colliding violently with his adversary.
Boom!
A fierce shockwave erupted, causing the air around the arena to resonate with explosive sounds. After the collision, both fighters quickly retreated and separated.
Lu Fei Fan felt his blood surging; despite the clash with Tie Shan Kao infused with Pulse Energy, he had gained no advantage. Blood nearly spilled from his mouth but he managed to suppress it. His opponent was not faring any better.
The brief standoff drove the audience into a frenzy; the two were evenly matched. Many big shots in the private boxes began to take notice of this fight.
"Hey, Ma Wenjun is a combat instructor in active duty. Although he’s only with a third-tier unit, his cultivation level in Fuser and Pulse Energy is at least that of a seasoned second-level expert. It’s quite surprising that he hasn’t gained an upper hand against this young man who seems to have only novice skills," Tao Shu commented.
"Mm-hmm." The others in the room nodded in agreement, showing a growing interest in Lu Fei Fan.
"Good, good! That’s impressive!" Su Su cheered loudly as if no one else was present, occasionally banging on the table and exclaiming, "That’s brilliant! When this is over, I’ll reward you handsomely!"
Jin Ping and Tao Shu shook their heads in amused disbelief, while even the Colonel stroking his Steel Mustache couldn’t help but chuckle. Only the Young Lieutenant appeared somewhat bewildered; the elegant and serene beauty from before seemed to have transformed into someone entirely different.
After a brief moment to catch his breath, Lu Fei Fan decided against clashing directly with his opponent again. The aura of Pulse Energy radiating from Ma Wenjun was significantly stronger than his own; continuing this way would only lead to disaster.
Thus, he opted for agility instead. His movements were as nimble as a spirit monkey, launching attacks with the ferocity of a tiger or leopard. Ma Wenjun gained new insight into this young fighter and patiently engaged him. They exchanged blows—each punch and kick landing on ribs or other parts of their bodies—but both felt the sting of their strikes. Ma Wenjun's fighting techniques were exceptionally ruthless and cunning, striking at Lu Fei Fan's vital points and nearly causing him to lose his composure.
The two fighters engaged once more, with Ma Wenjun displaying a fierce and dominating style, his attacks crashing like waves. Lu Fei Fan, on the other hand, evaded with agility, waiting for the perfect moment to counterattack. On the surface, Ma Wenjun's approach appeared far more aggressive and visually impressive, yet Lu Fei Fan's nimble combat techniques were equally formidable.
After several exchanges, both were marked with numerous injuries.
Ma Wenjun realized with surprise that if this continued, his stamina would surely decline, while his opponent seemed to remain full of energy. Prolonging the fight would not bode well for him; it was time to unleash his ultimate move!
As Lu Fei Fan circled around him, Ma Wenjun suddenly elevated his Pulse Energy, channeling all of it into his fists.
Lu Fei Fan sensed the rising intensity of Ma Wenjun’s energy, a feeling of unprecedented danger enveloping him.
"This is bad; he clearly intends to go all out for a decisive strike!" Lu Fei Fan began to gather his own strength, enveloping himself in a protective aura.
Seizing a direct opportunity, Ma Wenjun charged at Lu Fei Fan with tremendous force, unleashing a devastating blow.
"Blazing Dominance!"
Lu Fei Fan immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, as if a massive boulder were about to crush him!
He concentrated all his Pulse Energy and unleashed it in a sudden explosion, radiating brilliant white light around him.
Boom!
The blinding flash of light was so intense that no one could discern what was happening on the stage.
When everyone's vision finally cleared, they beheld the scene unfolding in the arena!
Ma Wenjun was sent flying backward, landing not far away, and spat out a mouthful of blood. What shocked everyone was Lu Fei Fan!
In front of him, three transparent energy shields surrounded him from the left, right, and front, each already cracked with numerous fissures. He stood there, drenched in blood, as the three Energy Shields shattered one after another with loud bangs.
"What is this…"
"Ability!"
The young Captain in the private room blurted out, but he quickly became aware of his indiscretion and chose to remain silent.
Tao Shu and Jin Ping both raised their eyebrows, while the Colonel rubbed his stubble thoughtfully, looking at Lu Fei Fan with curiosity about what he might be thinking.
"Yay! Yes! We won, we won! I'm going to give a big reward, a heavy one! Hahaha." A woman in the private room had already lost her mind in excitement.
After a moment of sweating and tension, everyone else in the room pretended not to notice.
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