No strange things are allowed to evolve!

Jiang Shu snorted coldly indignantly.

In Shaqima's view, this was naturally a response from the other party that they simply couldn't refute in the face of reality.

But what he didn't know was that while he was gazing into the abyss, the abyss was also gazing into him.

While silently posing, Jiang Shu was actually thinking through all the unhappy things in her life.

In this way, the first step of preparation can be considered a success.

As long as I use far more power than I did when fighting Hiroshima Heatwave, and put on an expression that shows my exhaustion and disappointment, my opponent will think that this is my limit.

It would be best if I could hurt him, but it doesn't matter if I can't, because that way he won't have any objections to my "normal 100-hit combo".

Then I can safely apply the "Annihilation" buff to him like I do now.

You can have as many as you want.

Chapter 307 Gently Knocking on the Sleeping Heart

"Then I'll begin."

"Hurry up."

"This is the second move, called the Normal 100-Hit Combo."

"Of course I know, didn't you just say that?"

After confirming and reiterating the matter to eliminate any possibility of Sachima denying responsibility later, Jiang Shu finally took action.

At first, he was able to maintain a fairly high level of skill and power, so that each punch he threw was close to the level of his first "ordinary punch".

But as time went on and the number of punches increased, the power of subsequent punches gradually diminished.

Sachima could clearly sense this.

This made him even more convinced of his previous deductions.

Jiang Shu didn't have the ability to unleash attacks with the power of a "normal punch" continuously. He was just cheating, trying to get more opportunities to attack and hoping to break through his defenses by sheer numbers.

This idea seemed naive and unrealistic to Shaqima.

The "Immortal World Tree" is not a stone that will eventually be worn through by water droplets. It has vitality. As long as the attack is not enough to uproot it, no matter how close its defense was to being destroyed in the last attack, it will be restored in the next second.

On the contrary, Jiang Shu's stamina was rapidly depleted due to his continuous all-out attacks. He even started to run out of steam after only thirty-odd punches.

After only seventy-odd punches, the feeling of Jiang Shu's fists hitting Shaqima was already no different from her whining.

Seeing that Jiang Shu wasn't even acting anymore, and couldn't even do the most basic thing like punching a hundred times in a decent manner, Shaqima couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"A hundred hits... even if it's just a random number, it's still far too presumptuous."

Jiang Shu didn't argue, he just kept throwing punches.

His arms were bulging with veins, and his body was covered in a fine layer of sweat. White mist rose from his engorged muscles, making him look like a steel behemoth from the steam age.

He only said one sentence.

You shouldn't laugh at someone who works hard.

When he said this, his eyes were more serious than ever before, as if something was gradually awakening within them.

Sachima was certain that he saw a sleeping lion inside.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shu had already thrown his final punch.

The force of this punch was comparable to that of Stephen Hawking, and could be described as the force of a fully grown banana peel.

However, this punch struck Shaqima's heart hard.

No...that's right...

No one who works hard should be ridiculed.

He was just doing everything he could, trying every possible way to break through my defenses.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to force himself to do things that he could not do at all, in order to gain any slim chance.

How could I possibly laugh at someone like that?

He is clearly just like that...

and many more.

When did I laugh at him?

And wasn't it his own boastful claim of a 100-hit combo?

So what am I feeling guilty about?

Perhaps noticing the shift in Shaqima's eyes from shame to confusion, Jiang Shu said earnestly and regretfully, "It seems you're not a kind person who can understand how sad it is for someone to stay home and take the civil service exam for three years without looking for a job or earning money."

"This kind of person deserves to be misunderstood!"

When Shaqima came to her senses, she felt a wave of fear wash over her.

What a despicable guy! He even used public opinion attacks as an underhanded tactic during his 100-hit combo, morally blackmailing himself.

Damn it, I almost fell for his trick and couldn't help but raise my hands in surrender.

That would be terrible...

Looking at Jiang Shu again, Shaqima was already on high alert.

The man before me is a formidable opponent who can use anything as a weapon; I cannot afford to be distracted for even a second now.

Just as Sachima was secretly becoming aware of the situation.

"However, it really surprised me." Jiang Shu sighed, "I didn't expect your defense to be so strong. Whether it's resistance or vitality, you are the most troublesome person I have ever fought so far."

“Nonsense.” Shaqima said with a hint of pride, “And perhaps not only for now, but for a long time to come, you won’t see another opponent who has trained their defense to such an extreme as mine.”

“Very likely.” Jiang Shu nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Jiang Shu did not refute her at all, and even naturally agreed with what she said, Shaqima was surprised, but she also understood his attitude.

It seems that not only is the opponent no longer able to launch a third round of attacks, but they also feel that even if they still have the strength, they will not be able to break through my defenses.

"Instead of forcing yourself and resorting to some low-level tactics, wouldn't it be better to openly admit your shortcomings and then concede defeat?"

The Sugar Knight nodded, muttering to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"It's not a bad choice, at least both sides have a way out, and maybe... it can even gain everyone's approval."

Just as he had expected, although the result was as anticipated, many people still turned their backs on Jiang Shuhei.

Although this guy is incredibly arrogant most of the time, he's not too annoying. At least he's not stubborn and won't deny his defeat.

In short, although he may have acted despicably, he was at least a genuine villain who was upright and honest, not a hypocrite.

"Is this still the case?" Hiroshima Heatwave had anticipated the outcome, but he couldn't help feeling somewhat disappointed.

However, he could accept it. After all, that's life. You can't expect every piece of dog poop you eat to be melted chocolate. It's already quite difficult to get even one piece. Miracles rarely happen twice in a row.

"Since that's the case," Sachima breathed a sigh of relief, "then let's stop here."

Jiang Shu was taken aback: "Are you going to admit defeat?"

Sachima was also taken aback: "Why should I admit defeat? Didn't you want to admit defeat?"

Why should I admit defeat?

"Then why are you suddenly saying all this?" Sachima asked, puzzled. "To acknowledge my strength or something."

"What...is there a conflict?" Jiang Shu shrugged and answered matter-of-factly, "Besides, if you're not strong, what's the point of me defeating you?"

Sachima finally realized what was going on: "So you're praising me to elevate yourself?"

"if not?"

The final audience: "..."

Almost simultaneously, everyone withdrew their goodwill towards Jiang Shu.

Of course, there were also those who had already turned against Jiang Shu during the Hiroshima heat wave incident, and now they had inadvertently become fans. Seeing that their brother had just been cleared up but was about to fall apart again, they hurriedly defended their brother, saying, "But, frankly admitting one's conspiracy is just as upright, isn't it?"

"Where is integrity and uprightness? Isn't it easy to find a way to demonstrate that?"

"You're not allowed to talk about my brother like that!"

Bo Ya, always eager for excitement, said to Xue Wang, "That looks like a female fan."

Snow King, however, disagreed.

"To rush to defend him over such a trivial matter, you can't be considered a true fan, right?"

Bo Ya was taken aback, then smiled slightly.

"Knowing that it was already a ruin, they weren't flustered at all when faced with such a small scene of collapse. Is this the composure of a long-time fan?"

Meanwhile, the two inside the arena were already preparing for their third round of combat.

"Let me make this clear first, I don't care whether I accept your third move or not. That way, all you'll leave outsiders with the impression of being a stubborn person who won't admit defeat until the very end."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shu sneered: "Now that things have come to this, do you think I still care about that?"

Shaqima perked up.

He felt the atmosphere suddenly become lively.

Although he knew perfectly well that reality was not like that, he still felt that Jiang Shu was like a hero in an epic who risked everything to face the demon king.

Even after defeating the Demon King, he will be burdened with a curse that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

No one will remember his contributions; instead, he will suffer the scorn and slander brought about by curses.

But for the sake of justice he believed in, he still drew his sword without hesitation and swung it at the Demon King.

Damn, isn't this a live broadcast? How did he do that?

"Sachima..."

Jiang Shu suddenly called out his name.

As if caught in an infinite Tsukuyomi, Sachima suddenly awoke and responded instinctively.

"what?"

Have you ever been defeated head-on by someone weaker than you?

Before he could react, Jiang Shu was already right in front of him.

He didn't seem to intend to wait for my reply.

Almost as soon as he asked the question, he extended a finger and gently tapped his forehead.

"This is the last resort—to gently awaken the sleeping soul."

This is just an ordinary point.

That's at least the impression that Shaqima gives.

Whether it's the eye-catching "ordinary punch" or the flashy but at least impressive "ordinary 100-hit combo," it's all about the sheer scale of the attack.

There's really nothing special about this finger; it doesn't have an overwhelming sense of oppression, nor is it anything mystical. It's simply placing a finger against the center of the forehead and then gently poking it.

If the latter half of the "normal 100-hit combo" can only be described as being like a spoiled child.

So this gesture is simply a way of being coquettish.

It was a show of weakness after a show of bravado, a helpless expression after feigned anger, and a gentle touch that Itachi Uchiha gave Sasuke before his death.

At that moment, Shaqima felt relieved.

"You rascal..."

"Does agreeing to three moves mean you have to use all three moves?"

"Is such a trivial matter really that important to you...?"

He smiled helplessly, finally understanding where Jiang Shu's obsession and determination came from.

Thinking of this, he raised his head slowly, still holding Jiang Shu's finger, and looked directly into Jiang Shu's eyes: "You bastard, maybe we can become... What the hell are you chanting a spell for?!"

Before Shaqima could finish speaking, she realized that things might not be as simple as she had imagined.

He wanted to have a soul-to-soul eye contact with Jiang Shu.

But Jiang Shu didn't open her eyes at all.