Qin Fen cut a sorry figure as he ran back to his living quarters. He saw that someone had turned on the computer by his bed, but it hadn't been turned off yet. The webpage displayed the Sky Battle Network's four-star martial artist forum page.
The posts here were more explosive than ever before.
Even when Qin Fen challenged fourteen four-star martial artist sects in a single day and caused a sensation, it wasn't as fiery as today's forums.
The first page of the entire four-star martial artist forum page was filled with posts from the same person: Thirty-Six Hours Shocks Hell City Once More.
The video of the sect-exterminating battle of Dragon Hall's battle wasn't just posted all over the four-star martial artist forum. It was also rapidly disseminated on the meteor, three-star, two-star, one-star, and even the military forum.
The Magnificent Feat of One Man Challenging Seven Hundred People. The post repeatedly played the video of Thirty-Six Hours from the moment he was exposed.
The very first few pages were mostly filled with cheers and praises. People were shocked at the fact that a single soldier could operate the M134 Vulcan Cannon. People were even more impressed at the fact that Thirty-Six Hours was able to temporarily paralyze and cripple a mobile armor.
Qin Fen flipped through a few pages of posts before he began to find a few meaningful posts. There was no lack of people making all sorts of deductions and comments on the fight.
Qin Fen looked at these posts with great interest. From time to time, he would compare them to his own videos. He simply laughed off those who were wrong, but he naturally absorbed the experience of those who were right.
As he skimmed through the posts, Qin Fen became more and more certain that there should be special forces soldiers among these people. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to have such accurate comments on special operations.
Aside from a few videos of sect-exterminations, there was also the final video of a four-star martial artist challenging a five-star martial artist. The video was titled "An Unfair Fight with a Great Disparity in Levels. How Did a Four-star Martial Artist Defeat a Meteor Level Expert? "
The most popular place for this post wasn't the four-star forums, but the meteor level martial artist forums.
Not only were there five-star martial artists here, but there were also six-star and seven-star martial artists who were considered meteor level martial artists. When they looked at the comments on the post, there were relatively fewer praises for Qin Fen. There were more evaluations of the fight.
Five-star meteor level experts would say that the five-star martial artist in the video had made a mistake and underestimated his opponent.
But for a seven-star meteor rank expert, their replies were often incomparably incisive. Almost everyone believed that if "Thirty-Six Hours" were to truly fight with his full strength, the outcome would very likely be Robert being beaten to death.
While quite a few five-star meteor rank experts were questioning Thirty-Six Hours, there was even a seven-star meteor rank expert called Ban Channiu who directly said, "Thirty-Six Hours should still have a true finishing move, but he hasn't used it yet." If he used his hidden trump card, he should be able to defeat Robert.
After Ban Channiu's post appeared, those five-star Meteor rank martial artists who had raised doubts stopped arguing. Among the Meteor level martial artists, Ban Channiu might not be the strongest, but she was the one with the most personality.
Ban Channiu had entered the Seven Star Meteor Level and created her own Divine Art of Divine Art of Levitation. She had also created her own elegant palm technique called Magnolia Flower. She had received the attention of the Federation's Sacred Martial Hall, and they had sent her one of the few invitations.
After receiving an invitation that would make almost all martial artists go crazy with jealousy, Ban Channiu did something that made everyone's jaws drop.
She refused the Sacred Martial Hall's invitation.
An expert with such strength and personality gave a comment, and many people grew a strong interest in Thirty-Six Hours. They all wanted to know what kind of finishing move this money-sucking vampire was hiding.
Whether it was in reality or on the Sky Battle Net, it was very rare for a high-level martial artist to send a challenge to a low-level martial artist.
A high-level martial artist should have the status and bearing of a high-level martial artist.
With the appearance of Thirty-Six Hours' video, this rarely broken law was broken several dozen times in a row in a single night.
Qin Fen saw several dozen challenge letters from five-star Meteor level martial artists in his mailbox. Quite a few of them spoke in great detail, hoping that the fight could be carried out in secret.
Qin Fen was extremely tempted when faced with several dozen Meteor level martial artists. He carefully selected a few neo martial artists and paleo martial artists he had never seen before and sent them a fee for the challenge.
Qin Fen practiced the Arhat Fist and the Flood Fist two more times. Only then did he take a bath and lie back on his bed, falling asleep.
Qin Fen woke up from his sleep when the wake-up call sounded. He gently moved his four limbs. The figure of light had miraculously given him a night of rest last night.
With more time to settle, Qin Fen used a night's worth of time to further create the Guardian Raging Berserker Tide. At the same time, there was quite a bit of improvement in the precision of his control over his power.
"You are …?"
The door to the living quarters opened, and the recruit walking at the very front let out a very flabbergasted voice from the doorway.
It was early in the morning, and the first thing they saw upon opening the door was a man with a bare upper body, revealing a body of fine muscles. Anyone would feel a bit strange.
"Hello." The man's upper body was bare, revealing a body of muscles that were nearly as hard as steel. The man put his hands together and bowed toward the recruit who opened the door in a very courteous manner. "My name is Zha Can. I am a recruit from Taizhou. I wish to meet the number one fighter among recruits, Qin Fen."
Zha Can? The number one recruit in Taizhou?
The living quarters, which had been a bit chaotic just now, instantly quieted down. Practically everyone's gazes converged toward the doorway. At the same time, they subconsciously made a path for Zha Can. At the end of the path was Qin Fen, who was tidying up his military uniform.
Zha Can wore a refined and courteous smile. He raised his leg and strode into the room. The recruit who blocked his path forward instinctively felt a kind of indescribable danger. He didn't think at all as he flashed and made a path for Zha Can.
The recruit looked at Zha Can's back, who smiled and nodded at him as he continued forward. This man was barely a hundred and seventy centimeters tall, but why was it that the aura he exuded was like that of a mighty tiger?
"Hello." Zha Can arrived before Qin Fen and put his hands together once more. "Please allow me to introduce myself once more. My name is Zha Can. I am a recruit from Taizhou. When I was fifteen years old, I obtained the title of champion in the youth division of the Neo Muay Thai Tournament. "
Qin Fen studied Zha Can. His height didn't give him any obvious advantages. His body seeped with a murderous aura that carried a rather thick scent of blood. His bones seeped with a viciousness that was completely different from the modesty on the surface. He was valiant, bold, and insolent.
Once upon a time, Muay Thai was also known as a fist technique that was created solely for combat. However, with the rise of paleo martial arts and neo martial arts, Muay Thai also entered a period of low tide.
Just like other martial arts that had entered a period of low ebb, if every sect's inheritance was not completely eradicated, there would inevitably be peerless talents that would push it to a new peak.
Muay Thai was the same. It was a combat technique that existed for battle. Luo Fengzi had fused several ancient martial arts and new martial arts together to create a new Muay Thai based on Muay Thai. It was even more tyrannical than the original Muay Thai. It was even more savage, brutal, and bloody.
Qin Fen had seen users of Neo Muay Thai on the battle network before, but he had never seen anyone reach Zha Can's level. If he wasn't wrong, Zha Can should have killed someone before.
"You want to spar?"
Qin Fen had rested, and his body was in its optimal state. He was stimulated by the bloody and tyrannical aura from Zha Can's body, and his dormant battle intent began to awaken and soar.
"No, no, no." Zha Can shook his head repeatedly. "I'm here to take away the title of the number one recruit in combat. There is no sparring in a real fight, only life and death. "
Qin Fen gave an indifferent smile. Neo Muay Thai was one of the martial dao of slaughter. Such an answer was quite reasonable.
"Then did you bring enough money?"
The one who spoke these words wasn't Qin Fen. The voice came from the entrance to the living quarters.
Okamoto Takeshi, who was a hundred and eighty centimeters tall and weighed two hundred and eighty kilograms, was like a mountain of flesh. He practically blocked the door to the living quarters. Okamoto Takeshi's face carried a hint of a disdainful smile.
He raised his arm, which was thicker than a normal person's thigh, and he pushed aside the recruit who blocked his path.
The recruit suddenly felt as if he was standing in the middle of the ocean. He was pushed by a large wave to the point where he was unable to stand firm. He took several steps back before he could stop his retreat.
What great strength! The recruit was very shocked. His training these days could be described as arduous, and his strength had grown by quite a bit. Yet he was actually pushed aside by someone.
Okamoto Takeshi's footsteps shook on the tiles as he slowly walked into the room.
"Money?"
Zha Can was clearly stunned. Even the wild and tyrannical aura of blood on his body stagnated in this instant.
"That's right. Money." Okamoto Takeshi advanced steadily as he spoke arrogantly. "This Qin Fen, who doesn't have any martial artist's glory, says that anyone who wants to take away the title of number one in fighting recruits needs to pay a thousand dollars before they can fight him."
"It's not just anyone." Qin Fen corrected him. "It's just that every time I defeat a challenger, my fee will automatically double. Therefore, if you want to spend a bit less money to challenge, do your best to come early. "
Okamoto Takeshi and Zha Can locked gazes with each other, and they let out cold laughs in unison. They had never seen such an arrogant person before. The fight clearly hadn't started, but the meaning behind his words made it seem as if he had already won.
"Okamoto Kun, you are far too crafty."
A resounding and resonant voice carried arrogance within it. It came from the direction of the room's door once more.
Qin Fen raised his head to look. He wore a white karate dao uniform, and he was a man of a hundred and seventy-five centimeters in height. He had delicate features, and the bones and muscles beneath the dao uniform were indescribably well-proportioned. Just by standing in place, he gave people the feeling of being as hard as a rock.
Neo Karate? There were two black words on his chest, Kyokushin. Did this represent the Kyokushin Style? Qin Fen's furrowed brows slowly dispersed, transforming into a faint smile.
He gently shook his head. What in the world was today? If he had known earlier, he would have looked at the almanac. It was early in the morning, and young recruits from various states had come to challenge him.
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