Chapter 4 - First Signs of Budding Talent (Part 3/3) (1/2)

The Berserker Pill gave Regal Propria more strength in his legs, increasing his speed. In a sudden flash, his body left a faint afterimage in its place, and his fingers, coursing with azure lightning, stabbed toward Qin Fen’s eyes. His five fingers slithered and swayed without end, leaving behind afterimages, making it seem like there were ten fingers soaring around. It was hard to tell which of the fingers were real fingers.

According to the rules of Sky Martial Battle Network, when one was stabbed in the eyes, the victim would only see a sheet of pitch-black darkness for the next three days when logging on to the battle network. The attack was clearly to deter Qin Fen from logging on to the battle network for the next three days or to make him spend some money to buy a Clarity Restoration Potion.

Qin Fen was a bit shocked.  Isn’t this just a duel between two people? There Isn’t a need to be this extreme, right? You want my revenue to decrease for three days?Fury suddenly surged within him, and his legs infused with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art in an instant.

The coursing fingers came piercing over was right at hand. It was in this moment that Qin Fen suddenly swiveled with his ankle, bringing his waist to bend and drawing in his body slightly. This was none other than the Dragon Guard of the Shaolin Arhat Fist. His right hand was clenched into a fist, as he struck with a standard form of the Shaolin Arhat Fist’s Tiger Lunge. The sound of bones fracturing could be heard from Regal Propria’s chest. His entire body flew back over two meters away. Large mouthfuls of blood sprayed from his lips, and the azure lightning faded from his limbs, disappearing without a trace.

All the spectators of the fight froze in place. Regal Propria had taken a Berserker Pill and revealed a dazzling art with fingers coursing with electricity, but he was actually defeated in an instant!

And by the Shaolin Arhat Fist’s Tiger Lunge and Dragon Guard!?

Someone already started to playback the recording of the fight, further confirming that Regal Propria had indeed lost against Thirty-Six Hours’s use of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art combined with the Shaolin Arhat Fist.

How was this possible? The Shaolin Arhat Fist was the most basic, most ordinary fist technique! Every cultivator, whether of neo martial arts or paleo martial arts, personally called this to be the fitness exercise of fist techniques.

Expert Mouth-Shooter, famous for never having engaged in a fight before, used the restricted internal art, which was tough to train in, and combined it with the fitness exercise of martial arts. With this, he was actually able defeat someone who had taken a Berserker Pill and had his strength instantly raised to near the three-star warrior level. Expert Mouth-Shooter simply eliminated Regal Propria!

The most important thing was the fact that it had been an instant kill! It couldn’t be right? A fitness exercise had defeated fingers coursing with electricity, formed from a neo martial art that only money could buy.

Qin Fen had won his first time setting out on stage. Normally, one would feel excited when beating an opponent, but this emotion didn’t arise in Qin Fen at all. He hurriedly transfered the five hundred and fifteen dollars into his bank account and immediately chose to logout.

How was this possible? How could this be? Qin Fen took off his helmet and set on his bed, a bit lost in thought. According to the data he had previous gathered and analyzed, Qin Fen shouldn’t have more than a fifty percent chance to win against a Regal Propria who took a Berserker Pill. And he would have needed at least three hundred moves to ccompletely exhaust the effects of the Berserker Pill. The instant the pill’s effects ended, the pill-consumer would find himself needing to adapt to his original strength. Seizing this moment was the only way to defeat the enemy!

Even if Regal Propria didn’t take a Berserker Pill, it would still be impossible to instantly kill him! Qin Fen gazed at the moon outside the window. What the hell was up with today? Unrealistic things happened in so many places. Had his opponent been careless? Or….

While Qin Fen puzzled, Regal Propria was still in a daze after quitting combat mode from Sky Martial Battle Network’s Free Area 11, Combat Field No. 11. What in the world happened in that instant? He still didn’t understand even now. How did he lose against the Shaolin Arhat Fist?

Everyone who lost money were cursing loudly one after another. Running after a win, why that was one of the least classy things someone could do in the Sky Martial Battle Network, and they had encountered such a matter.

“Propria! Snap out of it! That fellow’s just lucky is all!”

“That’s right! Otherwise, why would he run straightaway!”