High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 212 I Really Didn't Go Easy on You (Please Subscribe)

As soon as the countdown ended, Wang Mazi opened his mouth, and an invisible wave of sound enveloped Chen Fan almost instantly.

Sonic ability.

It can affect the other person's mental state, causing them to faint, go insane, or even die.

Sound waves can also be compressed into substantial energy, causing an explosion when they come into contact with objects, ranging from shattering a glass to smashing rocks and collapsing buildings.

Wang Mazi often uses the former method because it is more energy-efficient, faster, and unlike other direct mental attacks, it does not use sound waves as a medium, so there is no need to worry about backlash.

The people around the arena knew what Wang Mazi was going to do as soon as he opened his mouth, and some even warned Chen Fan to get out of the way.

The latter remained motionless in the same spot.

"Sigh, I knew these 50 points were just a freebie." Someone sighed heavily, their eyes filled with regret.

"Still too inexperienced, huh? You got hit by Wang Mazi's sonic attack right from the start. How are you going to fight now?"

"Even if he is a speed-type Awakener, he can't unleash his full potential if he is controlled first."

"yes."

These words resonated with many E-level Awakened individuals present.

Even they, if attacked by Wang Mazi right away, would fall into a daze and be passively beaten. They would either admit defeat or, if they refused to admit defeat, they would have to wait to faint.

Wang Mazi opened his mouth wide and continued to use sonic attacks, his smile growing even wider.

In less than three seconds, this newcomer will collapse headfirst onto the ring.

He happily accepted the 50 points.

However, three seconds passed, and the scene he had imagined did not happen. The newcomer opposite him was still looking at him calmly.

"?"

Wang Mazi was taken aback.

If it were any other E-level Awakened in the association, after such a long time, they would either faint or be writhing in pain with unbearable headaches. How come this person doesn't react at all?

"What's the situation with this newcomer?"

Those outside the arena also noticed that something was wrong.

"Why does this newcomer seem unaffected?"

"Unaffected? Impossible! At such a short distance, if I were Wang Mazi, I could hit him with my eyes closed."

"Yeah, right," someone said, looking at the arena. It was a hundred meters long and wide, and the distance between the two fighters was less than fifty meters. There was no reason why they couldn't hit each other. "Could it be that Wang Mazi is holding back?"

"Wang Mazi, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, someone immediately flew into a rage, shouting, "I've staked 100 points on you, so hurry up and finish this quickly!"

"I bet two hundred points on you! Wang Mazi, stop holding back, let's end this already!"

"Give this newcomer a lesson, let him know his place."

A group of people, eager to stir up trouble, started a commotion.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Mazi, who was on the field, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He really didn't hold back! He went all out from the start, aiming for a one-second knockout.

As a result, five seconds passed in the blink of an eye, and his mental energy was almost exhausted, while the newcomer opposite him still looked relaxed and carefree.

Does this mean that my attack had no effect?

Jesting voices could also be heard in the computer room.

"This Wang Mazi has been in the association for three years now, hasn't he? How come his skills haven't improved at all? It takes him so long to beat a newbie?" the man in sunglasses laughed.

"They're really bad."

"It's not his fault." Yang Hu's voice rang out, his gaze falling on Chen Fan. "There's something strange about this newcomer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Tiger, what do you mean?"

Yang Hu looked at the screen and said, "Undoubtedly, Wang Mazi's sonic attack hit the target. But didn't you notice that this newcomer's expression didn't change at all from beginning to end?"

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped in shock.

It seems that it really is true.

He always had a calm and composed expression.

"Brother Tiger, could it be that this newcomer is a master?" the man in sunglasses asked incredulously.

"Possibly."

Yang Hu nodded. "Either this newcomer's mental strength is far superior to Wang Mazi's, and the latter's mental attacks are tolerable to the former; or this newcomer has good acting skills and can endure the pain without showing it."

The people around looked at each other, feeling that no matter which one it was, it was extraordinary.

Yang Hu's lips curled up in a smile.

This newcomer is quite something; he's interesting.

About ten seconds had passed when the Awakened Ones around the arena realized something was wrong.

Wang Mazi, who had been radiant just moments before, suddenly turned pale, broke out in a cold sweat, and trembled all over, clearly a sign of mental exhaustion.

My mental energy is completely depleted!

Many people looked at Wang Mazi and thought to themselves, "Brother, are you kidding me? You've already exhausted your mental energy fighting a newbie?"

A few people looked at Chen Fan with thoughtful expressions.

This newcomer seems to have some skills.

Zhang Jun, sitting in the audience, turned pale at that moment.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

The next moment, figures flashed across the field.

"Wang Mazi, run!"

Someone shouted anxiously.

Wang Mazi wanted to run, but the other party was too fast. He only saw a blur rushing towards him, and then he felt a chill on his neck. It was a gleaming dagger.

Wang Mazi turned his head and his gaze met Chen Fan's.

Those below the arena stared in disbelief at the scene, their minds reeling.

The outcome is decided?

It's not just about victory or defeat; your opponent has already put a knife to your throat, and your life or death is entirely in their hands.

"I admit defeat."

A voice rang out.

"I...I give up."

With difficulty, Wang Mazi uttered three words.

His face looked like a monkey's bottom; he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Chen Fan nodded and silently put away his dagger.

All around was completely silent.

After a long while, a deafening roar erupted from the audience.

"Wang Mazi, you beast! You've been in the association for over three years, and you can't even beat a newbie? My 100 points! Gone! All gone!"

"I bet two hundred points! Two hundred points! Fifty points were borrowed."

"rnm, refund my money!"

Zhang Jun sat on the floor, looking dejected, while Liao Yue grabbed his collar and spat at him.

One hundred points, one hundred points!

He finally doubled his money from fifty points, but then it all disappeared.

Wang Mazi, how could Wang Mazi lose? It was a sure win!!!

The surrounding insults were like a tidal wave, almost drowning Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "What's all the noise about? It's not like I held your hands down and made you pin me down, and besides..."

He turned and glanced at Chen Fan on the stage, saying, "This newcomer is not as simple as you think. Even if you went up there, the result would be the same, let alone me."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then grew louder.

Some people even wanted to rush up and beat him up.

"This newcomer seems to have some skills." Cui Yan smiled in the crowd. If he wasn't worried about being accused of bullying a newcomer, he would have liked to go up and have a match with him.

On the stage, Chen Fan pretended to take his phone out of his pocket, opened the app, and sure enough, found that he had received two emails.

The senders were all from the Shicheng Martial Arts Association.

One was an email confirming the victory in the arena, along with 90 points.

"That's ruthless."

He thought to himself, "I've just gotten ten points in one go."

The second item is the betting reward: 366 points. After deducting a 1% handling fee, you'll have about 363 points left.

Including the 90 points from the first email, the total is 453 points.

From 100 points to 453 points, almost five times more, Chen Fan had to agree with what the two people had said before: betting on points was indeed a fast way to earn them.

However, this approach is not a sustainable solution. He only dares to gamble because these people don't know his strength. Otherwise, in gambling, one can defeat 90% of people without even playing.

Just then, my phone rang.

It's the man in sunglasses.

"Brother Li, have your points arrived yet?"

His attitude seemed to have improved somewhat.

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded and said, "I heard that winning three consecutive matches will earn you an extra 1000 points, is that right?"

"That's right," the man in sunglasses smiled meaningfully, "After winning three consecutive matches, if you can win two more, you'll get an extra 3000 points. Brother Li, want to give it a try?"

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded.

"Alright, but before that, there's a rule I need to tell you, Brother Li: if you're going to take on a winning streak challenge, the bet for each round must be at least double the previous one."

"no problem."

Chen Fan agreed.

After all, the larger the bet, the more points the association takes.

"Alright, Brother Li, would you like to rest for a bit before starting the second battle?"

"No need, let's start now."

"OK."

The man in sunglasses hung up the phone, and soon his voice came through the speaker.

After everyone understood what had happened, their faces showed extreme shock.

This newcomer actually wants to start the second round right away?

That's pretty arrogant, isn't it?

Moreover, the stakes have been increased from 50 points to 100 points.

"I'll do it!"

A voice rang out.

A burly man stepped onto the stage, glaring fiercely at Chen Fan, and said, "Kid, you made me lose a hundred points just now. This time, I'll take them back from you!"

"Yeah?"

Chen Fan smiled slightly, "I'm afraid you won't only lose those 100 points, but you'll also lose them all."

"Ha ha ha ha."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"You! You!"

The burly man's neck immediately turned red, then he snorted coldly and said, "Kid, you're pretty arrogant. Hmph, let's see if your mouth is still as tough as it is when the competition starts!"

(End of this chapter)