The avatars of Chen Fan and the burly man appeared on the four screens around the arena.
The betting points under the latter’s name were jumping rapidly, 500, 1000, 1500.
In contrast, the points under Chen Fan’s name were inching up slowly, 100, 120, 130, each jump only adding 10 or 20 points.
Many people saw the odds under the burly man’s name, around 1.0, and couldn’t help but shake their heads.
"Sigh, it’s so hard to earn points. With such low odds, even if you bet correctly, you hardly gain anything."
"Bet on the opponent then," someone suggested, "bet a little, with ten times the odds, if you bet correctly, you could make a big profit."
"That’s right, actually, I just bet on that newer earlier, ten points, and it turned into more than sixty points."
"Haha, but that was last time, Wang the Pockmarked was a waste, Luo Kai is different. Even though he’s still a W-level Awakener, his bat power is already close to D-level, right?"
"Yes, he’s pleted several D-level tasks with others, only missing proof of having pleted a D-level task alone."
"True, with his superpower, pleting the promotion task should be easy."
The crowd was discussing in small groups.
On stage, Chen Fan was viewing his opponent’s information.
Luo Kai, E-level Awakener, joined the association two years ago, superpower is petrified skin.
Just these few lines, there were more details available but required paying an additional 100 points.
Chen Fan decided not to be tricked into making this expense,
Petrified skin, as the name suggests, is similar to the C-level Awakener in Anshan City whose whole body can turn into metal.
He exited the screen, glancing at the points of both sides, 600 to 5000.
Chen Fan frowned, he wished there were fewer people betting on his win, that way, he could take a majority of the points.
But others weren’t foolish either, they liked betting small to win big.
He looked at his remaining points, still 353 points left, and bet all of them on himself immediately.
Thus, on the screen, the points under Chen Fan’s name jumped from 600 to over 900, shocking many people.
"Who’s that? Betting so heavily on an upset, aren’t they afraid of losing it all at once?"
"Quite gutsy, if the newer loses, they’ll be too devastated even to cry."
"Isn’t this good? I see so many people betting on Luo Kai, the odds are shockingly low, someone betting on the newer pushes the odds up, right?"
"Right, the more people betting on the newer, the better."
In the control room, the group in sunglasses couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu seeing this scene.
Looking at the screen confirmed it.
"Sure enough, it’s the newer betting on himself?"
"Going all in?"
"Very bold, this Luo Kai is not parable to Wang the Pockmarked. With his current strength, fully petrified, he can withstand close-range rifle bullets."
"True. This newer is fast; what good is it if he can’t break the opponent’s defense? I think he’s overestimating himself."
Yang Hu, legs crossed, watched the scene with great interest.
Soon, the three minutes ended, and the points ratio came to 1200 to 3600.
The odds for Chen Fan were 3.6, a successful bet would multiply each point to over 3, which was significantly lower than last time.
Luo Kai’s odds were only 1.2, a successful bet would turn 100 points into 120, minus a little more than 1 point handling fee.
3,
2,
1,
At the end of the countdown, Luo Kai stomped his right foot on the ground, propelling himself like a bullet straight toward Chen Fan.
Simultaneously, he raised his right hand, exposed skin transforming into stone, the stone gathering rapidly, soon doubling its original size. His fist, initially the size of a sandbag, expanded to the size of a basin, hammering toward Chen Fan’s face.
"So fast!"
Someone from the audience exclaimed.
"Luo Kai’s strength has grown again?"
"Great, let’s see how that newer can still be arrogant now!"
Many people bit their lips, resentful toward Chen Fan for causing them to lose points earlier.
Zhang Jun and Liao Yue were also among the crowd, clenching their fists, eyes wide open.
"Don’t celebrate too early."
Someone said, "Don’t forget, the newer is a speed-type Awakener. His speed during the last match against Wang the Pockmarked was so fast, dodging Luo Kai’s attack shouldn’t be too difficult.
This statement resonated with many around.
After all, speed-type Awakeners inherently excel in evasion.
Dodging attacks was easier pared to the average Awakeners.
Unexpectedly, as the distance closed in, Luo Kai’s rocky fist almost touching Chen Fan’s cheek within centimeters, the latter remained unmoving.
"What’s happening?"
The audience burst out in astonishment, "Is the newer paralyzed with fear? Why isn’t he moving?"
"No way," someone beside widened their eyes, "That guy was so arrogant before the match, now he’s paralyzed with fear?"
On stage, Luo Kai revealed a grin, as though already seeing Chen Fan being sent flying, crashing into the protective shield with his single punch!
Then, an unexpected twist occurred.
He thought Chen Fan was scared stiff, but Chen Fan suddenly swung his right arm back, then, with lightning speed, swung forward.
"What is he doing? Trying to go head-on with Luo Kai?"
"He’s crazy!"
"This guy?"
The crowd was stunned.
What a joke is this?
A speed-type Awakener going head-to-head with a martial artist who can petrify skin?
Luo Kai’s eyes showed contempt, mocking the newer’s overconfidence.
"Bang!"
A loud crash.
The fists made a solid collision.
"It’s over!"
Many people couldn’t help but have this thought, imagining Chen Fan’s figure being sent flying.
"Crack!"
A crisp noise.
"Crack."
"Crack."
Consecutive sounds echoed.
"What noise is that?"
Someone looked around, puzzled.
"Don’t look around, the sound is ing from the stage."
"Crack!"
With the final sound, Luo Kai’s entire right arm was covered in shattered rock, fragments falling to the ground.
"Boom!"
At that moment, everyone’s heads felt like they were hit by a gong, buzzing loudly.
Shattered?
Luo Kai’s arm rock had been shattered?
Someone realized and quickly looked at Chen Fan. The latter’s arm was still in a punching position, pletely unharmed.
"This!"
In the control room, even Yang Hu, who had been sitting fortably, jumped to his feet, wide-eyed and shocked at the sight.
Fist-to-fist collision, the newer, had won?
The area around the stage fell eerily silent.
"How, how could this be?" Someone looked around, hoping for an explanation.
"Speed,"
Someone said, "Don’t forget, this newer is a speed-type Awakener. The power of a punch relates to strength, but also speed. Though the newer’s strength is lesser than Luo Kai, his speed pensates for the lack of strength, making his punch more powerful."
"Is that really possible?"
"Speed can be used like this?"
The crowd was enlightened yet felt something was off.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
On stage, Luo Kai’s eyes turned red, staring at Chen Fan.
He couldn’t accept that a speed-type Awakener could be stronger than him, even less that the opponent could break his petrified defense.
"Nothing’s impossible."
Chen Fan calmly glanced at him.
Luo Kai froze, then fiercely stared at Chen Fan, "If you’re man enough, do you dare to hit me again?"
"Ah?"
Hearing these words, everyone was stunned.
"This..."
Someone wanted to speak but held back.
Luo Kai’s provocation seemed pretty clumsy.
"I think Luo Kai’s right," someone quickly said.
"Yes, this is a man’s fight, punches to the flesh. What’s running around anything worth?"
"Bro, don’t fall for it!" Those who bet on Chen Fan were panicking.
"Bro, you’re a speed-type Awakener, it’s not worth it to go head-to-head with him."
"Right, bro, the guy was just testing the waters earlier, he hasn’t shown his true strength yet."
"Okay."
But Chen Fan, as if ignoring them, nodded in agreement.
"Uh..."
The people advising Chen Fan were stunned.
Those on Luo Kai’s side burst with joy.
Really a newer, falling for a slight provocation.
"Good, you’re a brave man!"
Luo Kai praised, then numerous stones emerged from his body, growing rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, his size tripled, standing close to two and a half meters tall, fists remaining basin-sized but now smooth and well-defined, fingers distinct.
"This time, if you break the stone on my arm again, you win!"
A voice echoed deeply.
Next moment, the stone giant raised the massive fist, body twisting back, leg pushing against the ground, punching toward Chen Fan. This punch was stronger and faster than ever.
In the control room, the man in sunglasses watched, "If this punch connects, it’ll be deadly, right?"
"Probably could be fatal, wondering if it’s still possible to dodge now?"
"Too late for that, right?"
"He seems prepared for hard confrontation?"
"Does he have a death wish?"
Under everyone’s gaze, Chen Fan raised his right arm again, then punched.
"Boom!"
A loud crash.
The intense collision seemed to cause the whole stage to shake.
On stage, the large and small fists clashed.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Just when they were astonished that Chen Fan’s arm didn’t break.
"Crack!"
A sharp sound.
This familiar scene made everyone focus on Luo Kai.
Then they witnessed an unforgettable sight.
"Crack! Crack!"
As the crisp sounds continued, a massive crack spread from Luo Kai’s fist, up to the forearm, upper arm, and split into three.
One heading towards the head.
Two paths: one down the chest, the other along the back, ending at the thighs, calves, and feet.
Crack!
With the final sound,
The stone covering Luo Kai’s body collapsed pletely, fragments piling up over a meter high, burying half his body, leaving only his shoulders and a stunned face visible.
"Now, will you admit defeat?"
Chen Fan asked, calmly looking at Luo Kai.
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