The audience was flabbergasted, but they immediately cheered and screamed with their greatest enthusiasm. It was already a blessing of three lifetimes to be able to see these two gods. To be able to see them as referees was something they could brag about for a year. No, it wouldn't even be excessive to brag about it for ten years!
However, if the audience knew that the reason why the two were referees was because the elderly God of Swords had pestered One-Pun to get a closer look at his two disciples, they would probably be thrown into disarray.
One-Pun was rendered speechless that the first time in his life (being a referee) had been snatched away for such a boring reason. However, he did want to take a good look at what sort of dragons the Ye siblings were.
Three minutes was a very short time. The audience's cheers did not realize the passage of time until the two contestants walked out of their respective passageways. Only then did they slowly calm down.
The person who walked out of the right passageway was the first contestant from Zeus. He was a stocky, muscular youth. When he saw the elderly God of Swords and One-Pun's reaction, he was first given a fright before he immediately asked One-Pun for an autograph.
One-Pun replied that he never signed. The stocky youth gave a wry smile as he glanced at the elderly God of Swords. The elderly God of Swords immediately cursed him in amusement, telling him to scram. The stocky youth hurriedly ran off as the audience could not help but laugh.
After the stocky youth ran off, he ran straight to the host who was about to retreat to the side. He took out a stopwatch and said loudly, "Time well. If I get a hundred Psionic Condensing Pills, I'll give you three!"
The audience, who had pulled a long face, could not help but laugh out loud. Many of them took out their cell phones and found the stopwatch function. They said noisily, "We will time together. Don't even think of bribing the host!"
The atmosphere and nature of the battle exchange was immediately skewed by the stocky youth. Nearly everyone in the audience completely relaxed as they began to discuss in whispers how quickly the stocky youth could finish the battle.
In stark contrast to the burly young man, the blonde young man, Kevin, walked out from the left passage. Kevin's expression was very tense, and he looked very nervous. His eyes were full of anger, and he didn't look as relaxed as the burly young man.
Kevin had gotten his wish of being the first to battle. In fact, this was not in accordance with the rules. This was because the rules stipulated that they could not use Tian Ji's horse-racing method to fight. They had to clearly arrange the order of battle from weakest to strongest. No matter how bad Kevin was, he was still stronger than the three rookies who were there to make up the numbers, as well as Ye Jiaquan.
However, [Zeus] clearly did not care if [Gaia] used the strategy of Tianji's horse racing. This was because from their point of view, their weakest horse could beat [Gaia]'s strongest horse.
The Old God of Swords slowly walked towards the center of the arena. The noisy audience slowly quietened down as the match was about to begin.
Kevin and the burly youth walked to the ready position under the indication of the old God of Swords.
The two of them stood a hundred meters apart from each other.
And this match was extremely special. This was because the two of them had coincidentally not brought any weapons. In a battle exchange that allowed the use of weapons, not bringing any weapons meant that the two of them were Psionicists of the Body Technique Style.
In fact, Psionicists of the Body Technique Style were relatively rare in the present era where "weapons were passed down and hundreds of schools of thought contended". This was because the flourishing development of combat techniques had slowly transitioned from the "Era of Fists and Kicks" to the "Era of Weapons". There was even a trend of going from the "Era of Cold and Hot Weapons" to the "Era of Pure Cold Weapons".
And for the two of them to use Fists and Kicks, there were in fact two possibilities.
First, their family clans were still adhering to the tradition of the "Era of Fists and Kicks".
Second, they had superpowers that were suitable for "Fists and Kicks"!
Be it the former or the latter, this match would be extremely interesting. This was because this was a match where fists met flesh, if … the two of them were evenly matched.
"Three, two, one …"
The Old God of Swords shouted the ready-to-battle chant. Everyone in the audience was fully focused. Quite a number of people were prepared to press the countdown button at any moment.
The stocky youth reined in his frivolous attitude as his eyes suddenly turned fierce. He was like a tiger that had turned serious.
Kevin took a deep breath. He swore to win this battle exchange. He wanted to smack [Zeus] in the face and make Mozzie look at him in a different light.
"Begin!"
The Old God of Swords' voice finally faded as his figure instantly retreated outside the arena. The match had officially begun!
At this instant, the stocky youth charged forward. His strides were not fast, but his strides were surprisingly large, so he looked extremely fast. Every step he took on the ground produced a loud boom, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
This was a Strength type Psionicist!
The audience and Kevin came to this conclusion at the same time. In fact, they had already made this conclusion from the stocky youth's figure, but only when they saw him running with such immense strength did they confirm their guesses.
In contrast to the stocky youth's mad dash, Kevin was as motionless as a mountain. He did not move, but he slowly stretched out his hands and adopted a battle stance.
The audience was stunned. This thin blond youth was going to clash head-on with a Strength type Psionicist. Furthermore, it was a Strength type Psionicist who had obtained immense kinetic energy after sprinting a hundred meters?
However, some of the more experienced members of the audience laughed because they had already noticed something amiss.
The blond youth's figure made it obvious that he was an Agility-type Psionicist. The reason why he was pretending to be motionless was to dodge the stocky youth's rash attack at the final moment before counterattacking.
This was a common tactic used by an Agility-type Psionicist against a pure Strength type Psionicist. It could be said to be a tried and tested tactic!
The stocky youth was about to fall for it!
The corners of Kevin's mouth slowly suffused a sneer. Yes, the foolish brute that was charging at him had fallen for it. However, it was different from what the audience had guessed. He was not waiting for a counterattack, but for a head-on clash!
The reason why Kevin used his fists and legs was because of the second reason. His superpower was suitable for fist and leg offensive techniques.
The superpower he possessed was called [Price of Might]!
By using a portion of his Psionic Power and stamina as a price, he could temporarily increase his physical strength. However, when using [Price of Might], he was unable to move.
This superpower used mobility as a price to exchange for explosive strength!
Hence, Kevin's true colors were that of a pure Strength type Psyker!
And the offensive technique he grasped was a single-target offensive offensive technique with extremely high destructive power — Black Bear Dominating Palm!
With such a combination, his destructive power was immeasurable!
If the stocky youth were to clash head-on with this palm strike, he would definitely be one-shot!
Kevin slowly raised his palm and looked at the stocky youth who was charging at him with his fist raised. The smile on his lips intensified.
Close!
Close!
The moment was about to arrive!
The strike that left everyone dumbfounded, made Mozzie's eyes sparkle, and made the stocky youth regret was about to be executed!
This strike was named Black Bear Dominating Palm!
It was a strike that Kevin was prepared to give [Zeus] a tight slap in the face!
The stocky youth roared angrily as he charged in front of Kevin. With immense forward momentum, he raised his fist and smashed at Kevin!
The fist's wind howled like a thunderclap!
"Ha!"
Kevin roared angrily as he struck out his right palm at the fist!
"Black Bear Dominating Palm!"
Kevin's body seemed to ignite with a black-red flame. The black-red flame was like a sparkling wave that produced black-red ripples. It was also like a burning flame that was boiling and exploding.
"Boom!"
Kevin struck out with his palm as the surrounding air instantly exploded. The steel ground in front of him was ripped apart by the palm's wind. Some of the steel bubbled as it was burnt to a crisp by the palm's wind.
However, the stocky youth, who was clearly about to use his fist to meet the palm strike, had disappeared at the instant Kevin struck out with his palm!
No, it was not a true disappearance. It was just that he had disappeared from Kevin's vision!
The audience stared with widened eyes because they had clearly seen the stocky youth suddenly move as fast as lightning at the instant he appeared in front of Kevin. With a circular motion, he circled around Kevin's body and appeared behind Kevin. And his clenched fist had instantly turned into a knife-hand shape!
Kevin did not have the time to react. Even if he did, the inertia from striking out with 'Black Bear Dominating Palm' had completely restrained his body.
The stocky youth's knife-hand landed on Kevin's neck without any suspense.
"Plop!"
This knife-hand strike was very measured, but it was just the right amount of strength. Kevin was directly knocked unconscious by this knife-hand strike. His eyes rolled back as he fell to the steel ground with a plop.
"Zeus wins!"
The elderly God of Swords announced the outcome of the match in a deadpan manner.
The stocky youth revealed a sinister smile as he looked around at the dumbfounded audience. He said loudly, "I'm actually an agility-type assassin. Hahahahaha …"
The stocky youth's laughter resounded in an unbridled manner.
Life was like a play.
But as for who was the real Oscar winner, one could not jump to conclusions until the very last moment!
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