(Let's fight! I'm trying to get more votes! Let's fight! I can't stand it anymore!)
In this kind of situation, it was usually a battle between opponents of the same rank. If one defeated the opponent, one's Battle Value would also be greatly increased. However, if one lost, then one would really become the opponent's stepping stone. One would not be willing to participate in this kind of promotion battle unless one was 100% confident.
"Can I do it?" Wang Tong asked as he walked.
The crowd applauded Wang Tong for his courage, but he wasn't an Ivantian or a Martian, but an Earthling. Normally, the challengers would jump onto the platform with a beautiful posture, but this guy actually climbed onto the platform by himself. He even turned his head back when he was climbing, as if he was waiting for someone to give him a push. Nevertheless, he still managed to climb onto the platform.
"Einherjar Wannabe, are you sure about this? This is your first match, and it's going to be the next round. If you lose, it'll be very disadvantageous for you." The judge asked.
"Don't worry, as long as I can fight!" Wang Tong didn't have time to waste on them, so he decided to leave as soon as possible.
"Damn, don't tell me Stoke hired this guy?"
"I don't think so, I heard he's a second-year student of Capth, and I don't think students of Capth would stoop so low."
"You're right, he wouldn't want to embarrass himself like this. But the students of Capth are getting stronger and stronger, I didn't expect a first-year student to be this strong."
"Where the hell did this bumpkin come from? Isn't this a suicide mission?"
"Yeah, Stok sure is lucky. The most difficult part is the promotion battle, yet he managed to pick up such a rookie."
"What a pity, it's his first time."
"Hey, Einherjar Wannabe, get off the platform. Don't get yourself killed, Stoke doesn't need a suicide mission!"
Some of Stoke's friends shouted, but the rest of them didn't care at all. After all, Stoke would definitely advance to the next round, and they didn't need a rookie to fight against Wang Tong.
"Einherjar Wannabe, please accept the challenge." The judge didn't care about the rules.
Wang Tong accepted without hesitation. He didn't care about the rules, as long as he was good at fighting, he didn't care about the rules.
Wang Tong had tasted the flesh and blood of a warrior on Norton, so he didn't care about the rules.
The match began.
Combatants:
Seventeen years old, defensive METAL Warrior, with second-grade armor – Golden Shield Type A. (Golden Shield Type A is the defensive second-grade armor that the Earth's military has.)
Record: 33 wins, 10 losses.
Einherjar Wannabe
Sixteen years old, first battle, no … armor.
The referee was also surprised. Fighters or students who had just joined the TPA team were supposed to have at least one piece of Level 1 equipment. If it was displayed as' none ', it meant that the opponent did not have any equipment.
"Einherjar Wannabe, please activate your METAL Suit, the match is about to begin."
Wang Tong paused for a second, then he waved his hand. He had never used that thing before, so he had no idea how to use it.
* Hua … *
They had seen arrogant people before, but they had never seen such an arrogant person. In a battle between METAL fighters, even if you were two whole levels higher than your opponent, you wouldn't have such confidence. Even if you could ignore the increase in attack from METAL, your defense was still unbreakable. The human body was just too fragile.
Stock really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had encountered a complete rookie. He didn't know which school this rookie was from, but looking at the other's body, it should have been modified. If it wasn't related to the promotion battle, he really wanted to take off his armor, but it was meaningless. The result was no different.
The referee didn't want to trouble him, he didn't care since his opponent didn't want to use his METAL Suit. In order to ensure the fairness of the advancement match, the loser would suffer a great loss.
METAL Suit!
With a loud roar, the crystal on Stock's wrist shone and a set of silver armor appeared over his body, protecting his vitals. There was also a sharp longsword in his hand.
Wang Tong was intrigued by what he saw. So this was what METAL Suits looked like? Interesting.
"Hey, I don't care why you don't want to use your METAL Suit, but this match is related to my advancement match, so I won't go easy on you."
As expected of a student of Capth, he was very courteous.
Wang Tong shrugged and said, "Go ahead."
Capth's Tactics of Heaven's Extremities were quite outstanding. Suddenly, a faint glow appeared on Stoke's body, and the audience gasped. It seemed like even a fighter of the same level wouldn't be able to defeat him. The faint glow indicated that Stoke's Soul Energy was definitely over twenty "sols", which meant that he definitely deserved to wear a Tier 3 METAL Suit. Perhaps he was trying to prove that he wasn't just lucky.
(Note: A METAL Suit must have sufficient Soul Energy. A Tier 1 METAL Suit would only require one sols, a Tier 2 METAL Suit would require five sols, and a Tier 3 METAL Suit would require twenty sols of Soul Energy. The Tier 3 METAL Suit was also a threshold, and it would be very difficult to advance further. This was because a Tier 4 METAL Suit would require one hundred sols, a Tier 5 METAL Suit would require two hundred sols, and a Tier 6 METAL Suit would require five hundred sols. Therefore, the higher the rank, the more powerful the Fighters would be.)
"I can't believe Stoke was hiding his Soul Energy. I think he has twenty-five sols."
"Wow, he could've advanced a long time ago, but he actually waited until now."
There was no doubt about the outcome of the match.
It was a special technique used by the students of Capth — Triple Slash Against the Wind.
Don't underestimate the Triple Slash Against the Wind, it would be extremely powerful if you were to master it. Everyone could tell that Stoke had been practicing his skills for a long time, as all three of his strikes were in a straight line, and the time interval between each strike was exactly the same. No wonder he was a product of Capth's assembly line.
The match was over as soon as Stoke unleashed his skill. He had only used this skill twice in the previous nine matches, and this time, he was planning to end the match with his strongest attack.
What did it mean to not have a METAL Suit?
His body would be damaged before the sword could even touch his body. Therefore, the best moment was when all three of his Soul Energy Suits were in a straight line.
Kill!
Did he miss?
However, Wang Tong didn't even bother to look at it. He casually tilted his body and threw a punch at Stoker's shield. Everyone was amused by Wang Tong's reaction. Wang Tong's punch was aimed at Stoker's shield, but he didn't seem to notice it.
Punching a Tier 2 METAL Suit with his bare body was hilarious.
Stoke wanted to laugh as well, but he couldn't. His sure-win strike was dodged by Wang Tong's body, and the punch had completely destroyed the smile on his face.
There was no sound.
Stoke's expression froze as he maintained his attacking posture. The only thing he heard was an impatient word … "Slow."
Thud … Crack …
Stoke fell to the ground, and the Shield shattered.
Stoke's friends, who were ready to celebrate, raised their hands in the air, but none of them made a sound.
No one said a word. What the f * ck just happened?
Was that shield a fake one? How did ATP produce a fake one?
How did that kid break it with a single punch??
Was he an Einherjar?
Apparently, only Einherjars were able to ignore METAL Suits, and Einherjars wouldn't easily use their METAL Suits during battles because they were too strong.
Wang Tong shook his hand and was surprised by how painful it was for him to feel the pain. That shield was pretty hard.
Wang Tong ignored everyone's astonishment. Breaking a shield was nothing, as he had torn apart all kinds of hard shells of Zergs. Wang Tong logged off immediately.
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