Chapter 305 - Govern (1/2)

One punch. The recruits who had entered the top eight had various expressions. Confusion, shock, joy, all appeared quickly on everyone’s faces.

Bai Sheng had a smile in his eyes. It would usually be a little easier for a high star-level martial artist to fight a low star-level martial artist. With his strength that was higher than the other, he would be able to control the rhythm of the battle in his hands, thus beating the opponent up by leading him by his nose.

What truly deserved to be admired from the punch earlier was not the unstoppable explosive power, but the intention of the fist that was like the endless waves of a river. This caused Alice to have no way to evade and could only make a forced judgment upfront.

One punch was enough to govern the whole battlefield completely! That was something that overrode the control of rhythm, something of a higher level.

The smile in Bai Sheng’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. No doubt he is someone who caught my eye! While many ten-star martial artists were still studying the knowledge of controlling the rhythm of battles, QIn Fen had already started learning how to govern the battle. Indeed, what was most terrifying about this kid was not his martial senses, but his innate understanding of battles.

“Good! Old Qin!” Xue Tian waved his arm up high, “Beautiful!”

Bai Sheng’s index finger that was touching his chin was sliding back and forth. If Xue Tian’s martial dao practice was said to be the kind with excellent talent, then Qin Fen would be the legendary battle god!

Besides Xue Tian’s high pitch cheer, there were no other sounds in the huge battlefield.

The mobile armor warriors threw their incomprehensible gaze onto the top eight recruits from various regions. Alice was still one of the best among the seven-star martial artists. How was she not able to even withstand Qin Fen’s one punch?

A sudden night breeze blew across the ground, picking up faint sand and dust from the ground. The scene got even quieter.

Golden Lion Pat glanced at Vortex Tiger’s gaze that stopped him from entering the field and shook the blonde hair on his head gently.

The use of the gunmen in the battle of mobile armors had already caused the entire African recruits to lose face. If they didn’t dare to go into battle to face the tyrannical Qin Fen, then the African Military Region would then become an embarrassment of the Recruit Tournament that would never fade.

Defeat? Golden Lion Pat bit the corner of his mouth to show a disdainful smile. What about the defeat? What’s most important was to be able to take Qin Fen’s three punches! To take his seemingly unstoppable three punches in a situation where no one dared to fight! Then, they could more or less erase some shame in the mobile armor battle.

“Let me.”

On the quiet field, Golden Lion Pat’s deep shout broke the original silence. He walked into the field and didn’t say anything more to Qin Fen. His eyes opened suddenly, like the angered eyes of a temple’s keumgang. The true energy in his body spurred continuously as he opened his mouth to spurt a breath of foul gas, making a low growl like an ox in the middle of a field.

With an ox-like exhalation, Golden Lion Pat sat down gently. His body trembled all of a sudden and the concrete plane under his feet cracked automatically. His whole person seemed like a nail that was hit hard by a heavy hammer; it was as if he was going to plunge deeply into the ground.

Not retreating! Not retreating even if I die!

For a moment, everyone who was present felt Pat’s burning determination. The African recruits stared at Pat with a confused gaze. This man was fighting for the last remaining glory of the African Military Region.

“I admire your determination.” Qin Fen’s eyes had some admiration and he nodded a few times gently. With an attitude like a teacher praising his student, he said, “Unfortunately… you can’t either. You are also not able to block my punch.”

Qin Fen straightened his spine a little, then strode toward Golden Lion Pat. His shoulders shook slightly at the same time.

With every step he took, it could be seen with the naked eye that the ground near his feet was shaking gently. The rubble attached to the ground would also shake constantly on the ground.

With every step he took, the hearts of the African recruits tightened inexplicably. That sound seemed like it was not the sound of walking, but rather a countdown timer of the God of Fate declaring Golden Lion Pat’s impending defeat.

Hong Quan’s Soaring Cannon force discharge method? Golden Lion Pat’s eyes quilted. His pupils shrank into the size of a needle tip and were glowing with a bright light. Is this kid really human? He actually practiced Soaring Cannon’s force discharge method to such levels? He is completely a humanoid Jungle Ranger!

The smile in Bai Sheng’s eyes had spread to every corner of his face. This time’s Recruit Tournament was interesting beyond imagination. If one were to close his eyes and not look, one would definitely think that this was a large-caliber cannon that was firing bullets continuously just by feeling Qin Fen’s kick’s force discharge method of Hong Quan’s Soaring Cannon.

The two were less than fifteen meters apart. Soaring Cannon force discharge method once again shot out from underneath Qin Fen’s feet. The cement skin beside Qin Fen’s feet blew up with a ” pa ” sound. His whole person turned into a cannonball within the same moment, and the friction between his clothes and the air turned into the roaring sounds of the cannon.

It’s coming! Pat took in a deep breath, and his eyes quilted almost to the point where they were almost closed completely. A sharp light burst out of his pupils and stared deadly at Qin Fen’s figure. Just by taking this first fist, Qin Fen’s prophecy will be considered broken!

Boom! The ground under the feet in front of Pat made a loud noise. Qin Fen’s right leg landed and shook the ground together with his left foot. His right arm went from the inside of his left arm and gave a straight upward flying punch!

The wind from the fist stormed up gushing sounds on the field. The wind was like thunder and was carried into everyone’s ear.

Dodge? Bai Sheng knew that it wasn’t that Golden Lion Pat didn’t want to dodge this powerful fist, he knew that there was no way for him to dodge it anyway. Qin Fen’s speed and fist intent was governing the battle completely, and was also governing him.

Boom! The arm and fist smashed into each other. The sleeve on Pat’s arm split open into pieces at once, like there was some kind of hidden explosives in his sleeve. The sleeve at Qin Fen’s wrist split into dozens of slits, as if it was being tailored deliberately with a pair of scissors.