"Brother Hu, is this newcor really a D-level Awakened?" The man in sunglasses couldn’t help but turn around and look at Yang Hu.
"It feels like, it feels like, he’s more than that, right?"
A guy next to him swallowed his saliva. He was also a D-level Awakened.
If he were the one on the stage, it would be extrely difficult just to dodge Ren Xiancheng’s attack, not to ntion striking down all the Ice Cones that the opponent launched.
"I also think so. Besides, he gives a feeling, a feeling that he hasn’t used his full strength yet."
Upon hearing these words, the dozen or so people around looked at the screen again.
Yeah,
the newcor’s expression hadn’t changed from beginning to end.
"Could it be, he’s a C-level Awakened?"
Yang Hu was startled by the thought that sprang into his mind.
"Damn it!"
On the stage, Ren Xiancheng’s face was flushed red.
He knew that the speed of his Ice Cones could reach over 600 ters per second, nearly twice the speed of sound, and they were continuous.
And the result?
They were all blocked?
This was a complete slap in his face!
"Fine, let’s see if you can block this ti."
He gritted his teeth, and the Ice Cones, which were once like a fierce wind and rain, suddenly disappeared, replaced by ten Ice Blades over a ter long, floating in front of him.
"Is Ren Xiancheng getting serious this ti?" Seeing this scene, the crowd around the stage lit up their eyes.
"Yes, these Ice Blades, in terms of both speed and power, are far superior to the previous Ice Cones. I once saw him use just one Ice Blade to slice a High-level Fierce Beast in half."
"So fierce!"
"Great, the newcor should lose this ti."
"Let him be so arrogant. This ti, he’s put over a thousand points on himself. I really want to see what expression he’ll have when he loses all his points."
So who bet on Chen Fan heard this and sowhat agreed internally.
Because even if Chen Fan won, they didn’t bet much and would only get fifty or sixty points at most.
But Chen Fan?
Six tis 1200 points!
Seven to eight thousand points!
For these E-level and D-level Awakened, this was an astronomical figure. Watching Chen Fan earn so many points all at once made them more uncomfortable than losing those points themselves.
"Li Ping, if you admit defeat now, it’s still not too late."
Ren Xiancheng stared at Chen Fan coldly.
Chen Fan shook his head slightly, and in the next mont, he disappeared from where he was.
"What the... Where did he go?"
"Where did he go!"
A chorus of cries erupted around the ring.
Ren Xiancheng’s breathing turned rapid, and he spun wildly, searching for Chen Fan.
"Be careful, he’s behind you!"
Soone shouted a warning.
Just as Ren Xiancheng was about to turn, a dagger glinting with cold light was at his neck.
"Don’t move."
Chen Fan’s voice sounded.
Ren Xiancheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to move.
Instantly, the surroundings fell silent.
Crushed!
Totally crushed!
They even suspected that this newcor was letting Ren Xiancheng off a bit earlier to make his defeat less embarrassing.
"You lost."
"No, I didn’t lose!"
Ren Xiancheng roared, and a bizarre scene ensued.
From his body, layers of white frost rapidly erged. The frost quickly congealed on his surface, forming an Ice Armor nearly ten centiters thick.
"Humph, do you think I’m as easy to deal with as your previous opponents?"
Ren Xiancheng sneered at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan gave him a look that said he was an idiot, then swiftly kicked out.
"Bang!"
A loud sound.
Ren Xiancheng was kicked flying, his Ice Armor shattering into countless pieces mid-air, flying in all directions. Just before the fragnts flew out of the stage, a Protective Shield appeared around the venue, intercepting all the pieces.
With a thud.
Ren Xiancheng crashed heavily to the ground, humiliated.
The ten Ice Blades he had ford earlier also fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.
"Want to continue?"
Chen Fan looked at him indifferently.
The fact was that these E-level and even D-level Awakened were pathetically weak. He had wanted to spar with them, but they were too disappointing.
If it weren’t for the points, he wouldn’t want to waste ti with such people.
Ren Xiancheng raised his head, a trace of fear in his eyes, and hurriedly said: "I, I admit defeat."
To know, his nearly ten-centiter-thick Ice Armor could withstand even the charge of a High-level Fierce Beast but couldn’t stand Chen Fan’s kick.
Only a fool would continue to fight.
Chen Fan took out his phone and soon received two system emails.
As before, one was the reward for winning the match, 400 points; after a 10% deduction, he received 360 points.
The other was the points from betting on his victory, a whopping 9000 points! Even after a 1% handling fee, he had 8910 points.
"Sothing’s wrong."
He frowned.
Wasn’t there a consecutive win bonus?
Right at that mont, his phone vibrated.
Another email arrived.
Opening it, he saw it was the points for three consecutive wins, 1500 points, without any deductions.
His point total now was 10770!
Chen Fan nodded in satisfaction. Starting with 100 points, he had multiplied it a hundred tis in three matches!
Next was the fourth round. Subtracting the 400 points he would bet, he still had 10370 points left.
Confident in his strength, he decided to bet all these points on his victory.
Even if the odds weren’t as high as in the first three matches, winning a few thousand points in one match shouldn’t be hard.
At that mont, his phone vibrated; a call was coming in.
"Brother Li, how’s it going? Have you received the points?" It was the man in sunglasses again, his tone much more respectful this ti, even with a bit of flattery.
"Yes."
Chen Fan responded.
"Brother Li, are you going to continue?" The man in sunglasses asked cautiously, "If you win two more consecutive matches, you’ll get an additional 3000 points. After five more consecutive wins, you’ll get 10000 points!"
"Then let’s keep going."
Chen Fan nodded.
He wasn’t surprised by such a "generous" promise.
As the saying goes, the wool cos from the sheep’s back.
Although he had made a hundredfold profit by betting on the matches, the association had also earned quite a bit, giving out so as extra rewards was expected.
Moreover, the stronger he was, the more attention he attracted, and the more people would bet on the matches. The association’s rake would increase, too. In a way, the fighters and the event organizers were on the sa team.
So who lost?
Naturally, the majority of the bettors.
The man in sunglasses hung up and quickly announced the start of the next battle through the loudspeaker. The defender was still Chen Fan.
However, to Chen Fan’s surprise, almost a minute passed but no one dared to enter the ring.
Even as the loudspeaker announced that anyone who defeated Chen Fan in the next round would get an extra 500-point termination reward besides the bet, no one stepped forward.
Because nobody was stupid.
Everyone here knew Ren Xiancheng’s strength well.
Maybe so could defeat him, but doing so as decisively and cleanly as Chen Fan was impossible. They’d just be throwing away their points.
For these D-level Awakened, 400 points were not much, but not nothing either.
Another minute passed, and the crowd remained silent.
"Miscalculation."
Chen Fan bitterly laughed internally.
He had thought there’d be C-level Awakened here, so he ended the fight quickly, but it seed there weren’t any.
His phone vibrated again.
It was the man in sunglasses.
"Brother Li, sorry to bother you. Could you co down from the stage for now? Our Brother Hu wants to et you. Please give him so face. Don’t worry, Brother Hu won’t let you co for nothing."
"Is that so?"
After hesitating for a mont, Chen Fan agreed.
He stepped down from the stage.
Imdiately, the crowd parted to make way for him. Most people didn’t dare to et his eyes, even the brave ones quickly looking away after a glance.
It was only after he walked a distance that they dared to raise their heads and whisper.
"That newcor must be a C-level Awakened! Even if he’s not, he’s close to it."
"Truly, people can’t be judged by appearances. He’s filled his points to the brim this ti."
"But he’s ruthless, becoming a C-level Awakened only to take the association’s test?"
"Indeed."
"Brother Li, over here."
The man in sunglasses ca over enthusiastically and smiled, "Brother Hu is waiting for you in the room. Please follow ."
"Who is he?"
Chen Fan asked.
"Our Brother Hu is one of Chairman i’s n."
The man in sunglasses winked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan understood. Chairman i must be the president of the Stone City Awakened Association.
He followed the man into a room. Inside, a middle-aged man sat at a table with drinks in front of him.
"Brother Li, please sit."
This man was Yang Hu, who had been in the machine room earlier. He gestured courteously for Chen Fan to take a seat opposite him.
Chen Fan walked in and sat down.
"I’m Yang Hu. You can call Old Yang."
Yang Hu picked up a glass of wine and said, "I’m sorry if I ruined your fun. I’ll punish myself with a drink."
With that, he tilted his head back and downed the glass.
Chen Fan remained expressionless.
Yang Hu smiled slightly, put down his glass, and said:
"Brother Li, apart from this, the association will also give you a thousand points as an apology."
"Oh?"
Chen Fan’s expression softened at these words.
"No need for such courtesy, Yang Brother, but you must have more than just apologies in mind, right?"
"Hahaha, Brother Li is straightforward. Since you’re so direct, I won’t beat around the bush."
Yang Hu paused, then suddenly asked: "Brother Li, are you a C-level Awakened?"
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