Gao Wu: I have a dimensional gate

Before everyone could recover from the shock of Xu Wen losing to six people in a row and narrowly losing to the first place, their attention was drawn to Lu Qiu.

To be honest, not many people at the base know Lu Qiu.

So far, there are only a dozen or so students hunting monsters in Zone 2, and they haven't even encountered each other.

Most students in the third and fourth districts had never even seen Lu Qiu.

Those with good memories can only recall the scene of him teaching Aota Sōta a lesson three days ago.

However, given that Qing Tian Zhuangtai was ranked in the seventies, Lu Qiu was ranked fifty-one, so it was only natural that he would defeat him, and it didn't cause much of a stir.

At this moment, the undisputed number one in the base expressed optimism for the fifty-first place, and everyone began to re-evaluate this young man.

Wearing a simple T-shirt and casual pants, his tanned forearms were exposed, with smooth lines and firm muscles, every inch exuding explosive power.

When he was summoned by Longk, his eyes showed no fear, but rather were filled with a fighting spirit eager to try.

"Wait a minute, this Lu Qiu... is he the fourth Little Celestial in the base?"

"It seems so, but they're already such little geniuses, how come they're only ranked fifty-first?"

"Who knows? But he's from a level-two resource city, so maybe he doesn't have enough cultivation resources."

……

Everyone started chattering, their curious and inquisitive gazes constantly falling on Lu Qiu.

"what!"

Just then, a scream came from the next arena, and everyone, including Longk, looked over.

"Ogawa Hideaki wins."

The referee's emotionless voice rang out, and he immediately helped He Yunjie, who had fallen to the ground, off the stage.

Lu Qiu glanced at the screen on arena number 2.

"Hideaki Ogawa (average of all three dimensions 9.5) vs. He Yunjie (average of all three dimensions 9.61)"

He Yunjie's three-dimensional average was 0.11 higher than that of Ogawa Hideaki, and since he came from Resource City No. 9, his martial arts skills could not possibly be inferior to Ogawa Hideaki's, yet he lost.

Instead of leaving the stage immediately, Hideaki Ogawa reached out and helped He Yunjie up with the referee.

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. He," he said with a gentle smile and slow speech. No one could find fault with him, but he looked utterly disgusting.

"Mr. He is not feeling well and should not have bothered you... I have taken advantage of you and I am truly apprehensive."

He Yunjie slapped his hand away, his face turning ashen.

In the ranking battles, the challenged cannot refuse the challenge, but there can be a rest period between the two challenges.

He was badly injured by Xu Wen's icy energy and originally planned to rest for a while before fighting again, but Ogawa Hideaki's polite "provocation" made him lose his mind.

Coupled with his underestimation of second- and third-tier resource cities, He Yunjie recklessly accepted the challenge, only to be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat.

Stared at by everyone, his face turned pale and then flushed. When he returned to the team of Resource City No. 9, he kept his head down.

"So what if we lost? We'll win next time," Longke glanced at him and said indifferently. "Others will think that the students from Resource City No. 9 can't handle losing."

He Yunjie grunted in response and then fell silent, but his gaze toward Ogawa Hideaki was filled with resentment.

Hideaki Ogawa didn't take it seriously. He didn't continue the challenge but jumped off the stage and left.

"The students from 931 are shameless." Wang Hao frowned and pointed. "I saw it all just now. This jerk was pestering He Yunjie for ages, who knows how he provoked him."

"Be careful, you need to rest after a game," he reminded him.

Lu Qiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After watching Xu Wen's challenge, he stopped paying attention to the other opponents and walked towards an empty ring: "I want to challenge the fiftieth place, Qing Tianjin."

The referee nodded and announced through the loudspeaker, "Qingtian Jin, come to ring number 7 immediately after hearing this announcement."

Lu Qiu jumped onto the arena and began to adjust his breathing using the Tiger Form Fist breathing technique, entering a fighting state.

The referee called out three times in a row, until the audience was getting a little impatient, and Qing Tianjin finally arrived late.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he bowed to the referee and Lu Qiu, saying, "I'm sorry."

Lu Qiu returned a puzzled look.

"I witnessed Lu Jun's strength when my younger brother Zhuang Tai was defeated by him, so I prepared a little longer just now."

"Oh?"

"According to the information we have gathered, Lu Jun's power level was 1.4 four days ago, but due to the flaws in his martial arts, he needs to wait a considerable amount of time before he can attack a second time."

"Therefore, I chose to practice Zhenshan Fist and Rock Stance, and my current power output is already 1.5."

Aota Jin straightened his body, his expression arrogant: "Come on, Mr. Lu, I will also take back my brother's share."

Lu Qiu glanced at the screen next to the arena, then looked at Qing Tianjin's confident face.

"Lu Qiu (3D mean 9.56) vs. Qing Tian Jin (3D mean 9.3)"

The referee waved and said, "Begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Tianjin quickly retreated several steps, assumed a horse stance, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and adopted a defensive posture to deal with Lu Qiu.

Lu Qiu could feel that his breathing was extremely long.

It is the breathing method of the Rock Stake, which gathers blood and qi, contracts muscles, locks the joints, and maximizes one's own defense.

Aota Susumu was very confident, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The two martial arts techniques he mastered were both chosen specifically to suit Lu Qiu's characteristics.

He could withstand the powerful, short strike, but in the two seconds that Lu Qiu took a breath in between... Qing Tianjin was able to redirect the force back.

The goal isn't to defeat him, but simply to disrupt Lu Qiu's rhythm and hold on – that's victory in itself.

Luqiu moved.

He used the White Crane Step, each rise and fall gathering momentum. In a distance of exactly ten steps, the tenth force of the Tiger Roar slammed into his opponent's arms.

Bang.

With a muffled thud, the moment Qing Tianjin was hit, his forearm muscles twitched strangely. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Lu Qiu was finishing his move, he threw out both fists, which landed squarely on Lu Qiu's fist.

Lu Qiu was forced back several steps by the force of the recoil.

Wang Hao, sitting on the stage, said anxiously, "Lu Qiu, the Zhenshan Fist can absorb your force and then counterattack. We need to speed up our attack. The challenger only has five minutes. If he doesn't fall to the ground or leave the stage, we've lost!"

A student from Resource City No. 9 also said, "Qingtian Jin's Zhenshan Fist is really good. It happens to be able to counter Lu Qiu. He should be able to win, but to win in five minutes... is difficult."

Lu Qiu didn't take the discussions below the stage to heart.

He used the tiger's roar with the intention of testing the waters and trying to find out what his opponent was capable of.

The Mountain-Shaking Fist was indeed effective against the Tiger's Roar; Qing Tian Jin's judgment was correct. If he hadn't mastered Tiger's Breath, he would have had to activate the Flesh and Blood Furnace and use Tiger's Roar to clash head-on with Qing Tian Jin.

It's possible to win, but whether it will take more than five minutes, and whether it will affect subsequent challenges, are all uncertain.

But now he has the breath of a tiger.

Lu Qiu stepped forward again and unleashed his Tiger Breath.

Thump thump thump thump.

The fists struck the taut muscles with a muffled thunderous sound. In just two seconds, Qing Tianjin’s crossed arms endured five blows.

"Well."

He groaned and inhaled again, tensing his body even more. He hadn't expected Lu Qiu to change his fist technique. The power was slightly reduced, but the speed was faster and there was no pause.

He couldn't find an opportunity to retaliate!

Hang in there! You have to hold on!

Aota Susumu had only one thought in his mind: to stop Lu Qiu's victory and not let anyone threaten Ogawa Hideaki's progress!

Five punches, ten punches, fifteen punches...

Lu Qiu's attacks continued relentlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

The Flesh Furnace's recovery power is 10 times that of normal, which allows him to continuously use Tiger Breath. After each round, he only needs one second to adjust his breathing.

In that split second, Aota Susumu had no time to react.

Aota Susumu's consciousness began to blur, his arm was numb and about to lose feeling, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on. Warm liquid was seeping from his mouth and nose, and he could smell the rust between his teeth...

He couldn't hold on any longer.

Thump thump thump thump.

Five more punches later, he felt his vision begin to spin until he fell off the ring.