Chapter 17
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"Damn, I'm talking about their attitude!"
Some of them were here for the entertainment, while others were here for the sake of it. Those who were serious couldn't stand such casual abandonment.
When the results came out, the entire arena was in an uproar. All three hundred of them felt that they had been tricked …
"This is simply unbearable. He's actually empty-handed!"
"Even the heavens can't stand it anymore. He's too pretentious. I feel like Brother King's ass is going to explode."
"I can already imagine the scene of the delicate Brother King being trampled on."
Juan frowned slightly. When he randomly picked a weapon, he felt strange. Weapons were life, and even represented the fighting style and skills. In the Oleg family's philosophy, there were only two kinds of omnipotent people in this world. One was a god, and the other was a dead man.
Perhaps his opponent was more agile and had some sort of trump card. Juan didn't choose a weapon because members of the Oleg family weren't allowed to use weapons before casting their heroic soul. This was a form of training. Only with a strong will one be able to cast the strongest heroic soul.
However, no one dared to underestimate the Oleg family because their bodies were their strongest weapons. Even the most agile assassin would die a miserable death if they dared to approach the Oleg family.
Both sides entered the arena. The battlefield was still in the arena. It seemed that neither side intended to use the terrain to gain an advantage.
Some people with obsessive-compulsive disorder twitched for a while. To fight against such monsters, one should at least choose a complex terrain such as a jungle. If they couldn't win, they could still take a roundabout route. But to face them head-on, wouldn't they just kill you with a single kick?
Both sides entered combat mode.
Juan looked at his opponent. He didn't see any fear in his opponent's eyes, only self-confidence and anticipation.
Anticipation?
Juan crossed his hands in front of his chest. This was the northern warrior's etiquette to show respect to his opponent.
The audience whispered to each other again. Was this necessary? Although it was etiquette, it was usually only used on those who had a high opinion of it.
Wang Zhong naturally knew this. In fact, those who liked to study in the library would understand the characteristics and benefits of many cities.
Wang Zhong solemnly returned the etiquette. He crossed his hands and pressed his thumbs together. This was to tell his opponent that he hoped his opponent would give it his all and fight a battle that belonged to a warrior.
Juan was slightly stunned. His eyes lit up. Interesting. He didn't think his opponent was strong, but he admired his opponent's fearlessness. But now it seemed that he should give his opponent some respect.
Boom …
At the start of the battle, Juan made the first move. With such a physique, the aura of a violent charge was somewhat frightening. His huge body didn't seem cumbersome, but instead gave off a pressure similar to a tank's charge.
Wang Zhong didn't retreat. No matter how strong an attack was, it would only be effective if it hit its target. Whoosh …
Juan's violent punch was dodged by Wang Zhong. Heavy soldiers possessed explosive power, but their flexibility was definitely lacking.
As Wang Zhong dodged the attack, he sent a punch towards his ribs. This was a common weakness of humans, and their ability to resist attacks was relatively weak.
However, just as Wang Zhong made contact with it, he felt a strong recoil. His opponent sent another punch flying towards his head. If this hit landed, Wang Zhong's neck would be broken.
He abruptly leaned back and retreated with a flip.
Juan didn't give chase. He was a bit puzzled. This opponent … was too weak!
His attacks were no different from scratching an itch. His Soul Power was around 50 Grassos, and even without any defensive equipment, he could easily withstand an attack of around 100 Grassos.
Could it be that his senses were wrong?
Whoosh whoosh …
Two cuts appeared on Wang Zhong's face and body. Although he had dodged the attack, he was still injured by the force of the punch.
The audience went into an uproar. Although they knew that Oleg's heavy soldier techniques were top notch, it was still a bit too overbearing.
Defense was the foundation of a heavy soldier. If one could master offense, then they would be the most trustworthy person on the battlefield.
"If that's the case, then you're not worthy of my respect." Juan said in a deep voice. The northerners were more direct, especially the people from Stogel City. That city didn't like to act pretentious.
Wang Zhong smiled and stretched his body. His defense was somewhat similar to that of a mutated beast. Only then would it be interesting.
Whoosh …
Wang Zhong made his move. It was a frontal assault. Juan frowned. Was this person courting death?!
Juan didn't act rashly. No matter how fast or agile his opponent was, there would still be a moment when he would make his move. He only needed to wait for that moment. Acting rashly would only give his opponent an opportunity.
Charging forward was to force the opponent to make a move. When faced with an attack, humans would instinctively defend or counterattack. However, only trained soldiers would patiently wait.
Everyone in the audience felt a wave of helplessness. They weren't even on the same level. This Juan was without a doubt this year's most influential person. His combat accomplishments were also exceptional.
As the attacker, Wang Zhong had to make his move. He had no path of retreat. Just as Wang Zhong made his move, Juan exploded with a roar and punched out. He could completely ignore his opponent's attack and kill him.
However, Wang Zhong's attack was only a feint. He wanted to bait his opponent into making a move. His body suddenly moved to the side, preparing to deal another fatal blow. If he couldn't hit the neck, ribs, or the back of the head, then it would be useless against a person with a strong body and soul power defense.
In that instant, Wang Zhong felt a strong sense of danger.
Roar … Bang …
Wild Charge!
Whoosh …
Wang Zhong was like a helpless doll as he was sent flying.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Was this still a fucking heavy soldier? His combat experience simply didn't give him a way out. Just a moment ago, All-Mouthy King had used a feint to bait his opponent into making a move. Who would've thought Juan would also use a feint. In the instant his opponent reacted, Juan suddenly unleashed his strength and launched a savage wild charge.
This explosive attack probably had an impact of close to 150 grassos.
All-Mouthy King's body was about to be smashed into smithereens.
Juan didn't move. Had a minute passed?
Just when the audience thought it was over, Wang Zhong crawled up and jumped in fright. The Oleg clan's combat accomplishments weren't just for show.
He wasn't injured???
A wave of discussion broke out. This earth-shattering collision would've caused anyone to fall apart, but All-Mouthy King seemed completely fine.
Juan knew this because that ferocious attack just now was like a thunderclap with no raindrops. His opponent had borrowed the force of the attack to deflect it. His reaction speed and usage of soul power were terrifying. This was a combat sense that only a first rate assassin could possess.
Juan knew he couldn't be careless. Fortunately, his opponent didn't have a weapon. Otherwise, he would've been the hardest to deal with. He was agile and wasn't afraid of close combat.
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