"Eighth Young Master, victory; Wei Jin, defeat."
When the screen in the sky flashed with these words, the cheers of the audience had reached a climax! What made the audience excited was that this was the first time a human had defeated an alien bare-handed!
In the past battles, there were either heavy losses or large scale battles. However, this was the first time a human had killed an alien with just one punch!
"Eighth Young Master will win! Long live Eighth Young Master! " The audience had long since stopped believing in personal legends, but they were still shouting "Long live"! It was clear how excited they were!
"Eighth Young Master, good job!" Standing in the stands, He Zhen also shook his arms vigorously, his eyes filled with excitement!
All of the mecha warriors watching from below were dumbfounded.
"Captain, it can't be? How could this alien be killed with one punch? Isn't this kid's fist too domineering? "
"Yeah, recently there have been rumors of cultivation everywhere. Could it be that the world is really going to change? Are mechas going to be outdated? "
"Hmph, that alien is just a piece of data!" The captain's cold voice came from the channel, "Let's go, retreat!"
Compared to the cheers from the stands, the other contestants standing behind the data barrier were looking at each other. They weren't depressed because they weren't in the limelight today. Although they were happy that Xenomorph was killed, they also saw the strength of the Eighth Young Master!
Just now, all of them had attacked Wei Jin.
However, none of them could fly, and none of them had the ability to kill Wei Jin in one move! But Eighth Young Master did it. It was just one punch, one punch!
One punch to destroy this alien made of data and kill it!
This kind of strength was completely beyond their imagination! If they did not attack Wei Jin, it would be fine. However, they had already attacked, and they all felt that Wei Jin was not that easy to defeat! But Eighth Young Master did it, and it did not seem to be that difficult!
"Could it be that his strength really far exceeds ours?" Li Bing raised his head and looked at the man who was slowly descending from mid-air. His eyes were firm, and there was not much excitement. The breeze was swaying his black hair …
"No matter what, if I face him, I will definitely go all out!" Not only Li Bing, but all the contestants present all secretly clenched their fists, but their faces were still brimming with smiles, and they greeted him.
However, they did not know that when Ye Kong slowly descended from mid-air, he was also secretly clenching his fists!
"Wei Jin's appearance this time has made me even more vigilant! Perhaps in the near future, mankind will face a great crisis! "
"These mechas alone are not enough to defeat these Astrals! It has only been a few years since they appeared! "
"If we allow it to develop for a few decades or a hundred years and produce a super expert, the current technology of mankind will be like waste paper!"
"That's why I have to achieve complete victory and let everyone know the importance of cultivation!"
"At the same time, I want to create a cultivation method suitable for humans!"
"Although my memory hasn't recovered, I know that this is my mission!"
When Ye Kong landed from mid-air, the screen above his head had already flashed his new ranking. "Eighth Young Master, rank 15."
In fact, Wei Jin was just trash ranked in the thousands. Almost all the points he had were obtained from defeating Yi Jingming. And now, these points were once again given to Ye Kong, allowing Ye Kong to smoothly move up another three ranks.
In this match, the most unlucky person was the shameless engineer from the Moon, Yi Jingming. He did not expect himself to be so unlucky. The first time he met Ye Kong, his fall was already bad enough. He did not expect to meet an alien the second time. How unlucky! What made him most depressed was that his debt repayment deadline was up. The creditor had moved away his 18 mechanical warriors in the real world, causing him to be unable to participate in FPK this time.
After winning, Ye Kong was in a good mood and wanted to continue fighting.
However, the international fighting competition was shocked. All the matches were stopped that day, and the data was checked to prevent such a situation from happening again.
Unable to continue the competition, all the contestants were idle.
But just as Ye Kong was about to teleport away, a crisp voice came from behind him. "Hey, Eighth Young Master, do you want to go for a drink?"
Ye Kong looked back and saw that the person who spoke was a pair of girls in pink shirts. Both girls were about 17 or 18 years old. They wore shirts and short skirts, revealing their snow-white arms and thighs.
Seeing this pair of girls extend an invitation, He Zhen's wretched chuckle rang in his ears. "The Matsumoto sisters, don't be fooled by their young age. They are very experienced. There are always rumors about them on the Moon …"
Probably because they heard He Zhen's words, this pair of sisters who were originally from Earth weren't angry. Matsumoto's older sister puffed out her chest and said, "We sisters are not casual. We only date men we like! No matter how capable or how rich you are, it's useless if we don't like you! "
Matsumoto's younger sister also puffed out her chest and said, "Yes, but if it's a man we like, we sisters can date you together!"
"Wow, what a blessing!" Ke Junbin, who caught up later, said shamelessly while drooling.
However, Ye Kong snorted coldly. "Not interested!"
After saying that, Ye Kong wanted to leave, but a woman's voice came from behind. "A man, whether he is willing or not, if he doesn't even dare to go for a drink, what kind of man is he?"
The one who spoke was Princess Qiu Yue in blue. Perhaps because she was about the same age as the Matsumoto sisters, she interrupted. And Fire God Shrine's Li Bing, who caught up later, was much more mature. He said, "Eighth Young Master, although we will all be opponents in the future. But there is an old saying, competition comes second, friendship comes first. Usually, everyone has a competition. Today is rare, so why not relax and celebrate your punch to kill Alien? "
Hearing Li Bing's words, Ye Kong couldn't refuse.
After everyone left the arena and teleported out, their identities changed. For those who participated in the competition with their real names, entering and leaving were the same, but for Ye Kong, it was different.
"Eighth Young Master, so your name is Ye Kong!"
"Ye Kong, I didn't expect you to only have the rank of Corporal."
"Ye Kong, why don't you come to our Olang Star? I will ask my father to give you the rank of General, Major General!"
In the face of everyone's enthusiastic invitation, Ye Kong could only smile and say nothing. He remembered all these friends in front of him in his optical computer. In the future, these friends would play an indelible role in helping him develop his training methods.
…
There was food, tobacco, and alcohol in the virtual world. Although these things couldn't really fill one's stomach, they could completely give people a real enjoyment. The so-called not getting drunk after a thousand drinks was completely possible in the current world.
Here, you could taste all kinds of wine in the world, allowing your taste buds to expand. However, it wouldn't cause the slightest reaction to your body. Of course, real drunkards still preferred the feeling of being drunk, and they wouldn't get drunk in the virtual world.
Ye Kong followed these new friends and walked into a luxurious bar outside the fighting competition headquarters.
None of the people present were poor. Other than Ye, they were all extravagant guests. Of course, they would choose the best bar and the best alcohol. In the bar, the people drinking and chatting were also the fighting competition's contestants. When the contestants saw them, they saw that they were all in the top ten!
Everyone's eyes were filled with respect, and they all nodded and saluted. Ye Kong and the others also sat down at an empty table in the bar.
However, just as the bar lady served the drinks, a tall man wearing a long robe and a hood walked in from the entrance of the bar.
"Why is he here!"
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