"Bang!"
The twelfth contestant’s fist slamd heavily into Lin Chen’s body, making a dull sound.
Since Lin Chen said he is a sixth-level martial artist and showed strong confidence, number twelve naturally didn’t hold back.
Lin Chen was directly struck by a punch, crashing heavily onto the energy wall.
Lin Chen flexed his waist and abdon, bouncing back from the energy wall and landing steadily.
Seeing this, number twelve narrowed his eyes slightly.
This punch of mine was definitely not weak, yet he took it head-on without sustaining any injury?
The opponent’s strength is indeed quite impressive.
I guess I have to go all out.
My promotion relies on this; I must give it my all to win the competition.
Who knows if what the opponent said was just to numb ?
Betting so money and winning a set of potions that aren’t easy to buy on the market, everyone knows what to choose, right?
As he was pondering this in his heart, Lin Chen had already rushed up.
Powerhouses fight directly, without so much dodging, relying entirely on toughness.
If you can block, block it; if not, you’ll be blown away!
Fist to flesh!
Lin Chen took two punches from the opponent, probed with two punches, and roughly gauged what strength to use.
Lin Chen and number twelve battled fiercely together, leaving the audience watching in awe.
Is this lucky contestant really that strong?
So handso and strong, he’s incredibly charming!
"Boom!"
Their fists collided violently, making a dull sound.
A glint of excitent flashed in Lin Chen’s eyes. Although it’s just for fun, this kind of fist-to-flesh tough battle is really thrilling.
No fancy moves, just real n’s fists and rock-like bodies.
After a while of fighting, Lin Chen suddenly transmitted a ssage to number twelve: "That’s about enough, we can’t let you exhaust yourself. Stop hiding your strength, give your best shot."
Number twelve’s eyes shimred, his heart shocked. He knew I was hiding my strength?
Is his eyesight that good?
No wonder his wife bet on ; she saw through .
Since he said so, number twelve, who must win, no longer hesitated and used his hidden move.
As his vigor surged, number twelve’s muscles took on a layer of red. When he attacked again, Lin Chen felt the opponent’s strength increased by at least thirty to forty percent.
A special form of Body Refinent Technique.
The two simultaneously landed a punch on each other’s bodies, and both flew back.
Lin Chen got up, rubbed the spot where he was punched, and raised his hand: "It hurts too much, I can’t take it, I admit defeat."
Number twelve watched Lin Chen’s rubbing action, feeling oddly mixed emotions for a mont.
After fighting for a while, he was almost certain.
Lin Chen is definitely more than just a sixth-level martial artist!
His realm is certainly higher than mine; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so at ease.
The punches he threw just now were unpredictable in force, clearly adjusting his strength, looking for strength that matches mine to play around.
No, it’s not a fight; it’s playing.
The opponent should be a seventh-level warrior, or even higher.
Although he pushed to use my ultimate move, the opponent ultimately withdrew as he said, and number twelve felt a sense of relief.
If he’s a seventh-level warrior, this potion wouldn’t an much to him, but it is quite useful to .
Of course, maybe he just wanted to have so fun, from his lighthearted attitude, one could see he seed to enjoy himself.
Those who genuinely want to win wouldn’t have such a carefree smile on their face.
Number twelve felt complex emotions, never imagined drawing such a lucky contestant, and his victory depended on the opponent letting them win.
Lin Chen’s admission of defeat didn’t trigger any opposition; first, Lin Chen was originally an outsider, he just played a ga to et the four people’s matching number requirents, and second, number twelve had just revealed his ultimate move, becoming noticeably much stronger, Lin Chen couldn’t take it and admitted defeat, which was quite reasonable.
If a random lucky audience mber wiped out all the contestants directly, that would be an accident.
Lin Chen and number twelve both exited, according to the rules, number twelve had five minutes of rest ti.
Lin Chen entered the room and went straight to the adjacent workroom to wash off sweat and change clothes.
Number twelve watched Lin Chen’s back, hesitated a bit, and eventually closed his mouth.
By the ti Lin Chen finished washing and changing clothes and ca out, the final match was already over.
As Lin Chen said, number twelve had hidden his strength, which didn’t affect much from Lin Chen’s level, but when equals at the sixth-level martial warrior were evenly matched, suddenly bringing out a hidden card could be a ga-changer.
Number twelve still played defense and counter, waited until exhausting the opponent a wave, directly triggered physical secret technique, then quickly and cleanly knocked the opponent down, winning the match.
Lin Chen returned to his seat, and the three won gave Lin Chen a brilliant smile.
"Was it fun?"
Lin Chen said with a laugh: "Fun, just almost got hit in the face, good thing I surrendered quickly."
With so many spectators around, Lin Chen naturally wouldn’t admit to letting the opponent win, to avoid unnecessary trouble, especially since it was betting with many people placing bets.
The young man in the front row glanced back at Lin Chen, then gave him a thumbs up without saying a word.
Lin Chen smiled slightly, not paying it any mind.
Now Lin Chen and others are no longer the sa as when they first arrived in the Federation when anyone could bully them.
Lin Chen and others have already reached the seventh-level peak, inside Linglong Tower with Sky Wolf Battle Armor at the ready, besides these, he also has a star with strong Divine Soul Attack and a nine-level chaos great killer ferocious beast.
Whoever provokes Lin Chen now, will inevitably suffer a few slashes.
Yao Xuanji checked her account and laughed heartily: "Got al money, let’s go, I’ll treat you to sothing good."
Lin Chen turned to look at Nalan Wushuang and smiled: "She’s treating us to a good al, you won quite a bit too, what do you have to say?"
Nalan Wushuang laughed: "This is a business center after all, let’s do so shopping, see sothing you like, I’ll cover it, all on ."
Lin Chen chuckled, looked at Shang Wenyao, and laughed: "Alright, we two managed to eat and buy successfully!"
Shang Wenyao raised her hand, giving Lin Chen a high-five.
"It’s over, let’s go."
The award ceremony on the stage was still ongoing, but Lin Chen and others had already lost interest, standing up and leaving early.
The four left the race field, heading to the nearby business center, browsing for a while, given different planets have various clothing styles, as won, who would complain about having too many clothes?
Back in the Cultivation World, Lin Chen didn’t feel it, but once in the Federation, Lin Chen once again felt the familiar line.
A woman’s wardrobe always lacks one piece of clothing.
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