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Fatty's thoughts were scattered, and facing Lu Liang, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of chaotic ideas, unable to concentrate on the pressure of the moment.
This was an involuntary psychological escape. In Fatty's mind, Lu Liang had long become an invincible myth, and his inner self was irresistibly luring him to avoid confronting this showdown.
The battle hadn't even begun, and Fatty had already lost.
Whether he could withstand Lu Liang's punch depended on how much energy Lu Liang exerted. If it was significantly below Fatty's level, merely a formality, perhaps Fatty could take it without any harm.
At that moment, Fatty had completely lost the courage to fight; he couldn't even muster half of his usual strength. Taking Lu Liang's punch head-on would be extremely difficult.
...
Fatty remained silent for a long time, while Lu Liang waited patiently for him. Two minutes passed, and they stood in their previous stances, the atmosphere oddly frozen.
Patience could only last so long; Lu Liang raised an eyebrow and said loudly, "Chen Youliang, whether you agree or not, you have to take my punch!"
These words detonated in Fatty's ears like a bomb, abruptly snapping him back to reality as he looked at Lu Liang with a hint of panic in his eyes.
For many years, Fatty had never feared anyone in martial arts... but today, it felt as if he had returned to kindergarten, experiencing that familiar sensation of facing a school bully.
A pitiful Fatty curled up in the corner, confronted by a towering tyrant who kicked and laughed at him...
Fatty's eyes flickered as he gritted his teeth and pressed the button on the High-Energy Ion Scattering Device.
The High-Energy Ion Scatterer began to vibrate slowly, emitting a low humming sound as millions of blue beams shot out, illuminating half of Fatty's face and giving him a desolate appearance akin to a doomed warrior.
"Alright! You go ahead!"
The mental barrier within Fatty was finally suppressed by reason. He took a deep breath and shouted this phrase.
Under the sunlight, Fatty's eyes sparkled, radiating a captivating light. It was a determined gaze, like a beast on the brink of death fighting back, evoking both fear and sympathy in those who beheld it.
Even the usually indifferent Lu Liang changed expression upon seeing Fatty's eyes. Suddenly intrigued, the cold Lu Liang felt as if he were basking in spring, coming to life like a withered tree sprouting new buds.
The fighting spirit—Lu Liang's endless fighting spirit was ignited by Fatty's gaze!
For so many years, Lu Liang had never felt this excited when facing peers. This was not because Fatty was exceptionally strong, but because of that look in his eyes…
He had only seen it once before—Fatty and that person. The gaze back then was strikingly similar!
"Very well! I hope you can take this punch!"
Excitement shone in Lu Liang's eyes as he stepped back with his left leg and slowly gathered strength in his right arm, raising it to his waist.
The thrust punch, the most fundamental martial arts stance, was something students trained in frequently; all Azure Planet People knew this technique.
Martial arts are not about having numerous flashy moves but rather about the practitioner's understanding. Lu Liang's thrust punch was certainly not something an average peer could execute.
"Buzz…"
The High-Energy Ion Scattering Device emitted a continuous low hum. Fatty tensed every muscle in his body as he slowly released his hand. The High-Energy Ion Scattering Device surprisingly emitted blue light, floating in mid-air!
The High-Energy Ion Scatterer had been fully activated! Fatty also unleashed his mental energy—Inner Strength—giving it his all!
The tension had reached its peak, with Lu Liang and Fatty facing off against each other like two unsheathed, extraordinary blades!
Lu Meimei and her group held their breath, fixated on the two of them, eagerly anticipating this "pinnacle" showdown. Even passersby nearby stopped in their tracks, intrigued by the duel between these two martial artists.
Duel encounters were commonplace in this Great Star Sea Era; onlookers wouldn’t intervene but would instead cheer on the combatants with enthusiasm.
After all, martial arts is a path that advances through continuous training and challenges.
Learning without practical application, no matter how flashy or profound the Martial Arts may be, is merely a skill that remains untested.
…
Just as everyone focused their attention on Lu Liang and Fatty, eagerly awaiting the start of the match, a sudden shout disrupted the atmosphere.
“Wait a minute!”
Out of nowhere, Lin appeared after a long silence, grabbing Fatty's arm and pulling it behind him. He casually took a couple of steps forward to stand in front of Fatty.
“Dude, you scared me! What’s going on?”
Fatty's body jolted in surprise, instinctively reacting by attacking Lin. Fortunately, he was quick enough to stop himself in time.
The High-Energy Ion Scattering Device trembled in mid-air for a moment before lazily orbiting around Fatty without firing any particle beams.
The atmosphere froze momentarily as everyone twitched their lips or glanced sideways at this unexpected interloper who had no regard for the occasion.
"Let me handle this."
Lin raised his hand to stop Fatty, slightly turning his head and speaking in a calm tone.
"But brother, this isn't a joke; we're facing Lü Liang..."
Fatty was anxious, not noticing the confidence in Lin's eyes. He only thought about Lü Liang's strength and that Lin was not a Warrior Apprentice.
"Trust me! Step back!"
Lin interrupted Fatty's words, his tone concise and unarguable.
After that, Lin You took a step forward, now only two steps away from Lü Liang, both could hear each other's breathing.
Fatty was astonished. He looked up at Lin's profile and found a reason to trust him in Lin's composed gaze.
Lin's expression now resembled someone preparing to make Cool Summer Noodles with Fried Sauce, full of confidence.
Fatty fell silent, slowly stepping back without further arguing with Lin. The people nearby were bewildered, unsure why such a situation had arisen.
...
Lin faced Lü Liang, his gaze still indifferent, mirroring Lü Liang's own detachment. The two exuded an aura as if they had been carved from the same mold.
Lü Liang was taken aback; there was something familiar about the person across from him, but he just couldn't recall where he had seen him before.
After thinking for a long time, Lu Liang finally understood that he did not know this person, but rather recognized this person's demeanor—every morning, he would see such a indifferent face in the mirror.
"What is your name?" Lu Liang frowned slightly, his expression revealing a complex mix of emotions.
"Lin."
Lin replied indifferently, and this indifference made Lu Liang very uncomfortable, as if he were the one being suppressed at that moment.
The momentum of their confrontation shifted instantly; Lu Liang lost all his previous advantages against Fatty! In front of him stood someone equally proud and aloof.
"Just now, it was Chen Youliang who provoked me."
Lu Liang felt somewhat uncertain in his heart, furrowing his brows.
"Your opponent is me." Lin said calmly.
"But, it was Chen Youliang who bothered my sister..."
Lu Liang frowned again, unsure of how to proceed. After all, he was also standing up for his sister.
"Your opponent is me." Lin's brows slightly furrowed, showing impatience.
"Are you sure..."
Lu Liang's brows knitted together as well; Lin's attitude was even worse than his own, more overbearing and intimidating. This made Lu Liang feel somewhat awkward—who dared to speak to him like that?
"Your opponent! It's me!"
Lin interrupted Lu Liang, his impatience growing, which made Lu Liang furious!
...
Fatty was taken aback; he even felt like laughing. The once revered Lu Liang had been knocked off his pedestal by just three sentences from this guy.
Lu Meimei was astonished, staring at Lin with curiosity, and whispered, "Who is this guy? He seems even more impressive than my brother."
Wei gently shook her head, worry evident in her eyes. She nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, feeling anxious for Lu Liang.
The disciples nearby exchanged glances, not recognizing Lin, and shook their heads in confusion. Finally, someone said, "He might not be from our school..."
Lin You was not a student of the Martial Arts Department; how could they know him?
Passersby on the street also perked up, stepping back a couple of paces to give Lin and Fatty some space. It looked like an interesting duel was about to take place, at least much better than the previous one with Fatty!
Lin appeared to be an outstanding figure in martial arts, daring to confront Lu Liang. But only Fatty knew that Lin was not a Warrior Apprentice and only knew a fake technique like the Bone-Softening Palm...
What exactly was Lin up to? Even Fatty couldn't figure it out.
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