Posturing required skill, but it also required strength.
If not for Feng Yuanlin's shield being sufficiently tough, allowing him to withstand Mill's fifty-six punches, everything would have been just talk on paper.
As such, Shi Xiaobai was very pleased with Feng Yuanlin's performance. He was even a little surprised.
When this seemingly unreliable young man became serious, the contrast between his rock-solid appearance and his seriousness was still a little shocking.
From the looks of it, the official prediction of the top ten rookies was quite valuable. Of course, this had to do with the fact that Mill, who was ranked seventh among the eight Transcendent Bravehearts, was too weak.
After this battle, Mill's reputation was completely ruined. In Transcendence, where the strong were revered, losing to another race was an indelible stain.
And regarding the true strength of the human race, the audience's initial contempt turned into disagreement.
A number of Transcendents believed that humans might be very powerful, but a large number of Transcendents supported another theory — humans were very weak, but very rich. Therefore, their treasures were extremely powerful.
Feng Yuanlin had used superpowers, so it was likely a personal ability. However, the Transcendents did not understand this. They only knew that the shabby bronze shield's defensive strength was extremely terrifying, but the human still had a golden shield. From the looks of it, he might even be hiding a diamond shield or a diamond shield. The number of treasures he had was enough to make one's hair stand on end. However, the strength of the human was still a mystery.
Of course, at this moment, no Transcendents believed that the human named Feng Yuanlin had won the first round by doing nothing. As a result, the voices that believed that Pulp Farmer and Liu Yu had fixed the first round gradually disappeared.
There were even some members of the audience who began looking forward to the second clash between the humans and the eight Bravehearts — Pulp Farmer versus Siba, who was ranked fifth among the eight Transcendent Bravehearts!
Regardless of race, there would always be a sense of rejection and curiosity towards unfamiliar things. Towards a completely unfamiliar and mysterious race like the humans, their instinctive rejection made them instinctively belittle them. However, once an unfamiliar thing showed the value of investigation, the latent curiosity would germinate and become uncontrollable.
As they were anticipating the arrival of this duel, the audience found the subsequent duels boring. Like a food chain, Moya stood at the top of the contestants, while the eight Bravehearts were in the second echelon. The Bravehearts of the other races were trampled at the bottom, unable to put up a fight. When Moya and the other eight Bravehearts appeared, they crushed and ended the battle.
Until the twenty-third match of the sixty-four to advance to the thirty-second round, when Pulp Farmer and Siba's duel arrived, the firm and unbreakable food chain finally attracted an unstable challenge. Where did humanity's true strength lie in the food chain? Could it be that they would win the duel with a shocking Noble Artifact?
But to everyone's surprise, when Pulp Farmer appeared, the audience was immediately stunned. This was because Pulp Farmer had taken off his armor at some point in time. He was only wearing casual clothes and he did not hold any weapons in his hands!
Unarmed?
"Is this human crazy?"
While the Transcendents were stunned, they were also somewhat enraged. The greatest advantage of the Transcendents was that they were born with physiques that far exceeded other races. And the reason why humans were discriminated against from the beginning was because their physiques were too inferior.
This human, who was good at using spears, was actually using his disadvantage to go against the greatest advantage of the Transcendent Bravehearts?
Siba felt insulted as he angrily said, "Fool, do you think I'm the same kind of trash as that trash, Mill? Rein in your arrogance and take out your spear, or I'll tear your limbs apart and make you regret your foolishness for the rest of your life! "
Pulp Farmer remained silent. His expression was calm and his posture was calm. He turned his body sideways and stretched out his right arm. His right palm made a beckoning gesture.
It was as though he was saying, "Puny one, bring it on!"
Siba was amused by his anger as his body instantly expanded. He went from a short green-skinned dwarf to a three-meter-tall giant with muscles all over his body. The first form of the Transcendents was an ability bestowed upon them by the heavens. It was also the greatest reason why they were superior to other races!
His firm muscles were harder than steel and his strength was astounding. In terms of physique, even a hundred Pulp Farmers could not compare!
However, Pulp Farmer did not show any fear. He had no intention of taking out a weapon. He looked as though he would not feel any pressure fighting Siba in a melee. The corners of his mouth even suffused a mocking smile.
At this moment, not only did Siba feel humiliated, even the Transcendents could not hold it in any longer.
"F * * k, Siba, flatten this arrogant human!"
"To engage in a melee battle with us Transcendents, this fool is courting death!"
"Siba, if you lose to this fool in a melee battle, commit suicide on the spot!"
“.....”
The audience was incensed once again. Clearly, Pulp Farmer's actions had infuriated the Transcendents. In their hearts, the Transcendents were the strongest race in the world. Only the Infernals could fight them, and in a melee battle, the Transcendents were invincible!
This human was challenging the glory of their race!
When the referee noticed that the situation was about to go out of control, he repeatedly gestured for the audience to quiet down, but to no avail. He could only announce the start of the duel amidst the uproar!
"Human, prepare to die!"
Siba could not wait any longer. Just as the referee's voice faded, he charged at Pulp Farmer like a raging bull!
The audience was still shouting angrily, looking forward to Siba tearing the arrogant human to shreds!
Amidst the uproar, one could still clearly hear the sound of Siba's footsteps trampling on the ground. It was like a heavy hammer striking a war drum, causing the ground to tremble incessantly!
Pulp Farmer did not move, but his knees were slightly bent. His right hand was clenched into a fist as he retracted it in front of his chest!
It was a posture in which he was prepared to punch out!
Siba laughed. It was a laugh from extreme anger. This human actually wanted to fight him with his fists?
"Courting death!"
Siba roared angrily as he charged in front of Pulp Farmer. He suddenly smashed out with his fist that could not wait any longer!
The wind produced by the punch whistled as the air around it exploded. The terrifying strength seemed to tear apart space itself!
At the same time, Pulp Farmer's fist thrust out like a bayonet.
But in that split second, his tightly clenched palm suddenly opened up like a blossoming flower bud. His body slightly tilted at that moment, and his right foot took a step forward!
A jaw-dropping scene suddenly happened the next moment.
Pulp Farmer dodged slightly and easily appeared beside Siba. He reached out his right hand and grabbed Siba's right arm joint. His right foot tripped Siba's legs as he exerted a bit of strength!
"Peng!"
Siba instantly lost his balance and fell to the ground!
At that moment, the audience felt like they were being choked as the cursing came to a halt.
This was because although Siba had fallen to the ground, the battle was not over.
They saw Pulp Farmer holding Siba's right arm in one hand. Siba's right arm had yet to touch the ground!
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