After the free-for-all battles in the morning came to an end, there was only an hour's break before the sixty-four elimination matches began in the afternoon.
The enthusiasm of the audience would be higher in the afternoon. The one-on-one duels were clearly more exciting.
During the break, Shi Xiaobai and company conversed with Pulp Farmer and company. Indeed, the three of them were very angry. Pulp Farmer and Liu Yu had acted pretentiously, causing the audience to mistake it as fixed matches. As for Feng Yuanlin, he had won without doing a thing, causing the audience to mock him for winning without doing anything.
The trio felt like they had punched a nail in the balls.
However, after drawing lots during the break, the trio immediately felt better. Their luck was not bad.
In the first round of the sixty-four to thirty-two elimination matches, Pulp Farmer had drawn Siba, who was ranked fifth among the eight Transcendent Bravehearts. Feng Yuanlin had drawn Mill, who was ranked seventh among the eight Transcendent Bravehearts.
The three of them had met two of the eight Bravehearts that the other contestants did not wish to meet. This was probably considered an unlucky event with a low probability, but it was something good that they wished for.
Liu Yu said, "According to the information This Penniless Priest has seen, only Moya is especially abnormal among the eight Bravehearts. The other seven Bravehearts are only slightly strong. With the strength of the two of you, winning should not be a problem!"
Pulp Farmer said in a deep voice, "Winning is not a problem. The problem is to win beautifully, win …"
Pulp Farmer hesitated as Feng Yuanlin continued, "You have to win well enough to posture! These retards of the audience really infuriates me. Other than Moya, who has some strength, the other seven Bravehearts are just blindly posturing. They don't even put their heart into it. It's like the audience has eaten aphrodisiac. "
Pulp Farmer sighed and said, "Actually, there's no need for us to care about what they think or what they think. It's just that we can't take this lying down. In the afternoon, I will defeat Siba and shut them all up."
Liu Yu said, "Is it enough to shut them up? This time, I agree with what Feng Yuanlin said. Not only do you have to win, you have to posture well. The more you posture, the more you can smack those idiots in the face. "
Feng Yuanlin nodded immediately when he heard this.
Pulp Farmer said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I'm not good at posturing."
Feng Yuanlin said with a chuckle, "Liu Yu and I aren't good either. After all, posturing still requires strength. However, there is someone who is a godly figure in posturing. We can ask him. "
Pulp Farmer was taken aback as he asked curiously, "Who?"
Feng Yuanlin and Liu Yu pointed at a certain youth who had been watching quietly by the side.
"Who else?"
Feng Yuanlin chuckled and said, "When Boss Shi Xiaobai was on the sixth level, the punch that shattered the diamond monster was the most posturing performance I've ever seen!"
Liu Yu nodded in agreement and said, "In terms of posturing, This Penniless Priest is only impressed by Shi Xiaobai. You can indeed seek his advice."
Shi Xiaobai shook his head slowly and said in all seriousness, "This King isn't good at posturing either. That punch was purely luck. It just so happened that there was a rocky mountain behind it. If there was a diamond mountain behind it, it would probably take two punches."
Pulp Farmer was not on the sixth level back then. When he heard their conversation, he immediately imagined the situation. Combining it with Shi Xiaobai's words, Pulp Farmer's expression turned very interesting.
Pulp Farmer said wistfully, "Shi Xiaobai, I want to learn how to posture!"
…
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At one o 'clock in the afternoon, the Martial Arts Meet continued.
The first match was something that the audience was looking forward to. The human, Feng Yuanlin, who had won without doing anything in the free-for-all, was matched against one of the Transcendents' eight Bravehearts, Mill!
Now, the Transcendents hated the human race to the extreme. They felt that the race was weak and despicable, but they were extremely lucky. They did not deserve to become glorious Bravehearts, much less participate in the Braveheart Martial Arts Tournament!
And in the first match, their esteemed eight Bravehearts, Mill, would punish the human. It was something that they looked forward to greatly!
"Mill, go for it. Kill the human!"
"Lord Mill, don't show any mercy!"
"Let this foolish human know that the natural gap between races cannot be bridged!"
"…"
Amidst the one-sided cheers from the audience, the two contestants appeared from the two sides of the arena.
Mill raised his hands to greet the audience. Clearly, he enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
Mill stretched out a finger and said loudly, "One punch. I just need one punch to make this human scram out of Transcendence!"
Mill had already said such arrogant words before the fight began. There was no need to be afraid of bragging while posturing. Posturing first!
The audience fell for it as they immediately cheered!
Feng Yuanlin sneered in his heart as he maintained his silence. This clumsy posturing was extremely laughable. It was still far from real posturing.
Under the referee's signal, the crowd slowly quietened down.
The duel was about to begin.
Mill habitually said ruthlessly, "Human, it's not too late to escape!"
Feng Yuanlin did not answer as a shield suddenly appeared in his hand out of thin air.
It was a shield made of bronze. It looked extremely ordinary and there were some mottled rust stains on it. It looked a little worn-out.
The appearance of the shield was miraculous, but its design was barely passable.
Mill said in a derisive manner, "Magic tricks? Can't you find a shield that looks better? Aren't you humans very rich? I can pierce through this crappy shield with a finger! "
Feng Yuanlin remained silent. His eyes were silent and serious, as though he was a young contestant who was serious about the competition.
Mill felt that he had enough posturing, so he did not speak further. His body suddenly expanded, turning from a short green-skinned dwarf to a three-meter-tall giant!
"Begin!"
Seeing that both sides were ready, the referee waved his hand that was raised high!
The duel officially began. The audience immediately held their breaths as they calmly waited for Mill's performance!
The Transcendent Bravehearts had never disappointed them, and it was no different this time!
Mill laughed maniacally as he strode towards Feng Yuanlin!
"Watch me shatter it with a finger!"
Mill was posturing all the time!
Feng Yuanlin did not face him head-on, nor did he turn around to dodge. Instead, he raised his shield and stood in his spot, like a supporting actor!
Mill's three-meter-tall body was filled with firm muscles that contained terrifying strength. His limbs were extremely thick, and one of his fingers was nearly the size of a human's fist!
Mill came close and with a loud roar, he really stretched out his finger and thrust forward!
The audience stared with widened eyes, anticipating the stunning performance of this finger!
"Peng!"
The thick fingers collided with the rusty old bronze shield, producing a dull sound of impact!
When the audience focused their eyes, they were immediately astounded. The shield had withstood the might of the finger, but it did not even crack, much less shatter!
The human stood in his spot, motionless!
What was going on?
"Impossible!"
Mill stared with widened eyes. How could the shield be so hard?
"Eat my punch!"
Mill reacted quickly. Although his posturing of puncturing the shield with a finger had failed, it did not affect him too much. He had only been slightly careless!
He used 70% of his strength in this punch. He wanted to shatter the shield, and at the same time, make it impossible for the human to stand up again!
Mill roared angrily as he punched out!
Feng Yuanlin raised his shield and remained motionless, as though he had turned silly.
"Boom!"
The gigantic and hard fist slammed into the worn-out shield!
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