Chapter 287 - Standing at the Peak and Looking Down at the Heroes (2/2)
The audience wasn’t excited about the current match of Mourad Tschick but rather, his next match.
Being the contender of the fourth group, if Mourad Tschick won the match, his next opponent would be the European Great Emperor – Caesar.
A seven-star martial artist could no longer shock the audience. But if it was a showdown between two seven-star martial artists, the effect was immediately different from before.
Seven-star, another seven-star!
Mourad Tschick opponent, a European recruit glared at Mourad Tschick. Unlike the other contenders, he didn’t choose to throw in the towel but rather took the initiative to attack.
Mourad Tschick, standing on the ring, kept on staring at Qin Fen, and not at Caesar, who may very well be his next opponent. In those hatred-filled fiery eyes of his, there was no one else besides Qin Fen. Even Caesar, the Great Emperor of Europe could not enter his eyes.
As for his opponent on the arena, it was needless to say!
Mourad Tschick didn’t spare so much as a glance at his opponent. With a shake his wrist, the long spear behind him, like a red-whip or a poisonous snake, swished through the air like a red lightning bolt, piercing straight into the opponent’s abdomen.
The long red spear was deeply nailed into the thick reinforced concrete. Blood flowed down the red spear, dripping on the ground, drop by drop.
The European recruit looked at the long spear stabbed into his stomach in disbelief. Clearly, I had avoided the blow, why is it still in my stomach? Is this the difference between a seven-star and five-star martial artist?
Mourad Tschick pulled out the red spear from the recruit’s stomach with a flick of his wrist as blood gushed out from the wound like a pillar.
Even at the end of the match, Mourad Tschick never even spare a glance at the fallen opponent, neither did he looked at the coldly glaring Caesar. He just kept on staring at Qin Fen with widened eyes.
There was no need for any verbal threats or provocations. The bright red blood and the wounded opponent was what Mourad Tschick wanted to say to Qin Fen.
Another martial artist had been seriously injured in the round of thirty-two. Very soon, Mourad Tschick’s opponent was carried away by the medical team.
After several other matches, the audience broke into hues and cries before the commentator even had the chance to call out the name flashing on the screen.
Qin Fen! Qin Fen, the East Asian recruit, who had defeated a four-star martial artist by just employing the strength of two-star level and the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fists used as an exercise routine by the elderlies, was finally on the stage.
Standing at the center of the arena, as Qin Fen looked at his opponent before him, an ancient proverb flashed in his mind: enemies often cross paths with each other.
His opponent was an American recruit.
The calm battle intent and firm gaze in Qin Fen’s opponent’s eyes were saying that even if Qin Fen was a seven-star martial artist, he would not admit defeat to Qin Fen.
Qin Fen lightly took the stance of Arhat Fist’s Rising Stance. His entire figure seemed particularly tranquil, but his eyes were as deep as hell.
Looking at Qin Fen’s expression, Yang Lie’s expression suddenly changed. This aura… how does this aura give off an aloof feeling, like the aura of a grandmaster? How is this possible? Is he imitating the aura of a grandmaster?
Suddenly, Caesar raised his eyebrows. This aura!? It seems even higher than my aloof Emperor aura of looking down on all living beings!? Has he been living by a grandmaster’s side since his childhood? If so, did he get contaminated with a grandmaster’s aura?
The American recruit was glaring at Qin Fen with hatred. He simply could not see Qin Fen’s aura, not having arrived at that level. He only instinctively felt that this guy was difficult to deal with.
As the bell rang, the American recruit let out a roar as a faint metallic gloss appeared on his body surface.
Steel War Body – Qin Fen was quite familiar with this neo martial art. Many scions of rich families would often choose this kind of powerful defensive neo martial art that had strong adaptability to survive in the wild and provide a very good combat power.
BANG!
The reinforced concrete underneath the feet of the American recruit was simply unable to withstand the blow of a tenacious art like Steel War Body. The subsequent powerful counter-thrust from the slam sent the tall and robust recruit to Qin Fen. His huge fist made a piercing howl as it arrived before Qin Fen in the blink of an eye.
Very powerful! Qin Fen was slightly astounded. This guy should be the number one martial artist among the five-star martial artists in the recruit tournament! He might even be able to fight equally against a six-star martial artist, unfortunately…
Secretly lamenting, Qin Fen slightly twisted his ankle as he turned his waist with the help of the subsequent counterforce, gently sidestepping to one side! Little Dragon King – Yang Lie’s Dragon Guard from the day before yesterday was displayed by Qin Fen, once more!
This is? Yang Lie was dumbfounded. No one could understand the simplicity and practicality of this Dragon Guard better than him! The momentum of this Dragon Guard was better than the Dragon Guard from the previous fight!
Suddenly, Caesar’s pupils constricted. The palm hitting the opponent after this Dragon Guard might look gentle and weak but it actually sent the opponent flying five meters away! That’s definitely not the cotton palm from the paleo martial arts, that’s… that’s the so-called external true energy oscillations by the master! Qin Fen has actually been able to do it?’
In the blink of an eye, all the young martial artists, who had the qualifications to compete for the championship, sat up straight, looking at Qin Fen in dismay.
The Steel Way Body could make the muscles of the body extremely hard. But the chest of American recruit that had just been struck by Qin Fen’s palm showed obvious signs of caving in.
Just that one palm was equivalent to the palm of a two-star martial artist! Qin Fen has only used the explosive power of a two-star martial artist. Although he might not have defeated his opponent, he left a clear imprint of his palm on that rock-solid Steel War Body! What kind of attack is this?
“I…” Qin Fen, standing proudly at his place, looked about all the recruit martial artists. “Will be standing at the peak, waiting for your challenge.”
Just as he finished speaking, the reinforced concrete under Qin Fen’s feet split apart as the true energy of an eight-star level broke out from his body!