Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 30 Provoking the Audience
"No way, is he really a high school student?"

"Why aren't you studying at school when the college entrance exam is just around the corner? What are you doing here?"

"Haha, that's hilarious!"

"Hiring advertising space? This is supposed to be a sponsorship offer? Does this kid think he's a member of the Thunder team? He's obsessed with money."

"Kid, get down here right now, or don't cry when your legs get broken!"

After Lin Feng entered the arena, his comical white shirt attracted a lot of attention, and a barrage of mocking and booing noises followed.

Lin Feng remained unmoved, even a slight upturn of his lips revealing a disdainful smile. He extended his index finger towards the area with the loudest noise from the audience and gently shook it!
It was obvious that he was provoking the audience.

It's rare for a contestant to provoke the audience, so Lin Feng's provocative act was met with even more frenzied ridicule and boos, and even various unfriendly insults.

The noise made those watching other matches in the distance frown and turn their attention over.

Thunder Martial Arts Hall has a hundred arenas, and almost all of them are in use for combat.

For the audience, it's impossible to watch every ring. They will choose to watch the fights that are similar in skill level to their own, or the fights that are the most exciting.

These spectators were mainly concentrated in the five rings in the central area.

Lin Feng's arena location wasn't great; it was in the most secluded corner, largely due to his poor record. There were almost no spectators around, but the chatter and shouts drew many people over.

"It seems to be working well."

Lin Feng began to warm up, constantly swinging his fists and kicking his legs, while his direction was directly towards the audience where the boos were the loudest.

From the audience's perspective, Lin Feng was arrogantly attacking them at this moment.

This is clearly another provocation.

Otherwise, with the rules and security, some hot-tempered spectators might have rushed onto the stage.

"hehe."

Seeing the audience about to go crazy, Lin Feng burst into laughter.

The more intense the enemy's artillery fire, the more satisfied he was. How could he attract investment if no one paid attention?

He didn't come to Thunder Martial Arts Academy to fight in the ring and earn bets.

His 800 bets only earn him a small amount of money, and it's a one-time thing; what he wants to sell is advertising space!

Therefore, the more attention he receives, the higher the advertising cost becomes, which is the main reason why he used the arrogant name "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist".

"Kid, you're too arrogant."

As a mocking voice rang out, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a black martial arts uniform, appeared on the opposite side of the arena.

At this moment, the screen on the arena also displayed information about both sides.

Wang Hui, 20 years old, 8th Dan in Physical Training, 17 matches played, record: 9 wins, 7 losses, 1 draw

Lin Feng, 18 years old, 7th Dan in Physical Cultivation, 0 battles fought, record: 0 wins, 0 losses, 0 draws.

"Is it a mistake?"

Many people looked puzzled. How could a seventh-level body cultivator be matched with an eighth-level body cultivator, especially with such a huge difference in their combat records?

Shouldn't it be newbies versus newbies?

"Holy crap, look closely, this high school student chose the random mode. This kid is just as arrogant as his name suggests."

Soon it became clear to some that this only happened in the random mode.

Amidst disdainful jeers, everyone hurriedly took out their phones and started placing bets.

Soon, the odds on the big screen began to change.

"1 to 2.7, almost 2,000 in hand."

Lin Feng looked at his odds on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

He bet 800 yuan of his own money. If he wins, he can get around 2,000 yuan. The odds are pretty good.

As the five-minute betting period ended, a red lightning bolt suddenly appeared on the screen, and the battle began.

"Kid, go back to school and be a good boy. Society isn't so easy to navigate."

Wang Hui laughed and, without any further words, strode forward, his body swaying left and right, constantly changing shape. As he approached Lin Feng, he spun around, his arm straight as a knife, drawing an arc to attack Lin Feng's head, the air whistling slightly.

As if caught off guard, Lin Feng quickly raised his hands to protect his head. With a muffled thud, he involuntarily staggered back three steps. Before he could regain his footing, his opponent had already darted in front of him, as swift and fierce as a cheetah.

Swish swish!
The hand chop was so fast that it cut through the air with a slightly piercing crack.

Lin Feng struggled to dodge, but when he could no longer avoid it, he could only use his arms to block, his body constantly retreating. "Go down."

Seeing Lin Feng forced into a corner of the arena, Wang Hui smiled victoriously. At this moment, Lin Feng, who was originally at a disadvantage, suddenly stopped and swayed, dodging the attack like a willow catkin in the wind. Then, his bones twisted violently, and he burst out like a taut steel wire!

Bang!
Caught completely off guard, Wang Hui was knocked off the stage. Although he wasn't seriously injured, he looked completely bewildered, as if he couldn't accept reality.

"No way, we were almost winning, and then we fell down."

"A piece of trash, he can't even beat a high school student."

"I lost money, I lost a lot of money, I bet 10,000 yuan."

"Hehe, I made more than three thousand yuan. I knew this kid was so arrogant, he must have some backing. I really have a keen eye."

Some were happy while others were sad. The losers were clearly dissatisfied and were cursing.

"I don't want to either!"

Wang Hui, who had been kicked off the field, looked depressed!

He felt that from the beginning, he had the upper hand, while Lin Feng had been at a disadvantage and had no ability to fight back. How could he be the one who lost in the end?
"They must have underestimated their opponent; what a pity."

Feeling ashamed to face anyone, he lowered his head and went outside the arena, not daring to utter a sound.

At this point, Lin Feng's win rate became 1.

"Why doesn't this kid go down?"

Some people said curiously, because Lin Feng was still standing on the arena, moving his arms and legs.

"Is he enjoying the attention? I really want to punch him!"

Discontent arose from the crowd.

However, when they saw the screen match opponents again, they realized that Lin Feng was preparing to continue the fight, and those who were originally unconvinced began to get excited.

In their view, after fighting for so long, Lin Feng's physical strength had obviously dropped significantly. In addition, his opponent this time was also a physical cultivator at the eighth level with a record of 25 wins and 7 losses. Lin Feng was bound to lose.

Because of the lack of confidence in Lin Feng, his odds this time are as high as 1 to 4.2.

"Hehe, I made money."

From the audience, Gao Hai shouted excitedly, "Go for it!"

Only he knew Lin Feng's strength. Even a ninth-level body cultivator was no match for Lin Feng, let alone an eighth-level body cultivator!

As Gao Hai predicted, the battle went through dozens of rounds of back-and-forth fighting before Lin Feng kicked his opponent out of the ring with a whip kick.

Five minutes later, the system began matching opponents.

Five minutes later, the system began matching opponents.

"I refuse to believe it, this kid is really that strong."

"Five battles already, and you only need five minutes of rest between each one to recover?"

"Do you think this high school student is doing this on purpose, pretending to be weak to take advantage of others?"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Lin Feng's battle continued.

Lin Feng won all eight matches without a break, and by this time many spectators were almost going crazy.

Many people lost so badly they were red in the face and their necks turned red.

"After eight rounds, I have about 17 in my hands."

Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

His martial arts card is only a basic bronze card. All physical cultivation realm cultivators have bronze cards. The maximum bet for holders and spectators is ten thousand.

"Holy crap, this high school student is amazing!"

"Winning eight games in a row, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant."

Amid the discussions, the previously secluded and deserted No. 96 stands were now filled with spectators, many of whom were standing directly under the ring to watch the match.

Even the staff at the martial arts hall were alarmed, and they immediately moved Lin Feng's match footage to the central screen.

In the ninth match, Lin Feng encountered a middle-aged man named Gao Tong, who boasted a record of 57 wins and 4 losses and seemed to be quite famous at the Thunder Martial Arts Hall. Many spectators shouted:
"Gao Lao Er, teach him a lesson!"

At this moment, Lin Feng's odds soared to 1 to 4.7, an extremely high odds that made Lin Feng smile even more happily.

That eerie smile gave the audience a very bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)