Chapter 147: The First Contest of the Recruits Fights
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Qin Fen cut somewhat of a sorry figure when he ran back to the military camp. He saw that someone had turned on the computer at the head of his bed and didn’t turn it off. The browser was clearly on the Sky Battle Net’s four-star martial artist forum’s webpage.
The posts here were much more fiery than at any point in the past.
Even when Qin Fen had challenged fourteen four-star martial artist sects in a single day, causing a sensation, the forums hadn’t been as fiery as they were today.
The entire first page of the four-star martial artist forums was full of posts on just a single person. Thirty-Six Hours shocks h.e.l.l City once again.
The video of Dragon Hall’s fight in a sect annihilation battle didn’t merely fill the skies of the four-star martial artist forums. The video began to spread equally throughout the meteor level, three-star, two-star, one-star, and even the military forums, as well as all sorts of other big forums.
The magnificent feat of one man challenging seven hundred people. The posts had replays being broadcasted over and over of Thirty-Six Hours, videos starting from him revealing himself.
The very beginning pages were filled with cheers and praise. Many were shocked about how a single soldier was able to operate the M134 Vulcan Cannon and how it could be used to temporarily cripple a mobile armor. There was much admiration and applause for this.
Qin Fen skimmed through a few pages of posts before he began to find a few interesting ones. Among them, were quite a few people who made quite a few deductions and commentaries about the fight.
Qin Fen read these reply posts with great interest. He contrasted them with his own video from time to time he simply laughed away those who were wrong. For those who spoke somewhat truly, he naturally would need to take in the experience.
Skimming over the reply posts caused Qin Fen to grow all the more certain about something. Among these people was certainly the existence of special forces soldiers. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to perform an a.s.sessment of his special warfare to this degree.
Aside from a few videos of the sect annihilation battle, there was one last video — a video of a four-star warrior challenging a five-star warrior. It was likewise labeled by others as, “A fight with the huge disparity in levels. An unfair fight. Just how did a four-star warrior defeat a meteor level expert.”
The most popular of these posts didn’t reside in the four-star forums, but rather within the meteor level martial artist forums.
Here, there were not only five-star martial artists, as six and seven-star martial artists were also considered to be of the meteor level. There were fewer praises for Qin Fen in the replies to these posts and more evaluations toward the fight.
The five-star meteor level experts even stated that the five-star martial artist had made mistakes and underestimated his opponent within the video.
However, the seven-star meteor level experts left posts that were often incomparably sharp. Practically everyone believed that if Thirty-Six Hours were to use this full-strength in this fight, the ending would have likely been Robert being simply killed by his opponent.
When quite a few meteor level experts of the five-star level raised this question, a rather famous seven-star meter level expert, Ban Channiu, simply said, “Thirty-Six Hours should still have a true ultimate move available to him. However, he did not put it to use in this fight. If he used his hidden ultimate move, he should be able to go past his level and kill Robert.”
When Ban Channiu’s post appeared, those five-star meteor level martial artists who called into question this issue all stopped debating. Within the circle of meteor level martial artists, Ban Channiu might not be the strongest martial artist, but she was a martial artist with the best personality.
When Ban Channiu entered the seven-star meteor level, she created the Immortal Divine Art of Flight Levitation. She also relied on the Magnolia Flower, a set of graceful techniques that she had created himself, to obtain the attention of the Federation’s Sacred Martial Hall. She was one of the very few who received an invitation from them.
After she received the invitation, something that all martial artists would go mad with envy for, Ban Channiu did something that caused everyone’s gla.s.ses to fall off their faces.
She rejected the invitation from Sacred Martial Hall.
With such an expert, who possessed strength and personality at the same time, commentating on him, many more people found themselves greatly interested in Thirty-Six Hours. They all wanted to know just what sort of ultimate move this money-sucking vampire was hiding.
Whether it was in reality or in the Sky Battle Net, it was very rare for there to be news of higher level martial artists challenging lower level martial artists.
Higher level martial artists should have the status and bearing of a higher level martial artist.
As these videos of Thirty-Six Hours appeared, this very rarely broken rule was broken several dozen times in a row in the span of one night.
Qin Fen saw several dozen challenge messages in his inbox sent from five-star meteor level martial artists. Quite a few of them were extremely detailed in nature, hoping that they could fight in secret.
When faced with the challenges from several dozen meteor level martial artists, Qin Fen was utterly moved. He carefully selected a few pract.i.tioners of neo martial arts and paleo martial arts that he had never seen before, and he told them of his requirements of having to pay a fee to fight.
Qin Fen performed two sets of the Arhat Fist and the Flood Fist, a routine he must do every day. Only then did he go take a shower and lie back down on his bed to enter into sleep and dream.
The reveille bugle call rang forth, and Qin Fen woke up from deep sleep. He gently warmed up his four limbs. The figure of light last night had miraculously given him a night off.
Having had more time to settle and digest his experiences, Qin Fen used the extra time to engage in another step of creating the Guardian Deity Raging Berserker Tide. At the same time, he made quite a few improvements to his control and precision over power.
“You are…?”
The door to the living quarters was opened, and the recruit, who walked at the very front, let out a very flabbergasted voice at the entrance to the room.
It was very early in the morning. He had open the door, and the first thing he saw was a man whose upper body was bare, revealing a buff body of fine muscle. Anyone else in his position would feel baffled by this.
“h.e.l.lo.” The man whose upper body was bare, revealing a body of muscle now nearly as hard as steel, clasped his hands together in a bow in a very courteous manner towards the recruit who had opened the door. “My name is Zha Can. I am a recruit from the State of Thailand. I hope to meet the number one recruit in fighting, Qin Fen.”
Zha Can? The number one recruit from the State of Thailand?
The living quarters, which had been in somewhat of an uproar just now, turned completely quiet in an instant. Practically everyone’s gazes focused toward the doorway. At the same time, they subconsciously parted a path for the man, and at the very end of the path was Qin Fen, who was in the middle of tidying up his military uniform.
Zha Can carried a very refined and courteous smile. He lifted his leg and strode into the room. The recruits who blocked his way felt an instinctual sort of danger that was hard to describe aloud. They didn’t have any thoughts whatsoever as they dodged to the side, opening up a path.
The recruits gazed at Zha Can’s back with faint smiles and nods as he continued to make his way forward. This man was barely a hundred and seventy centimeters in height. Why was it that the aura that came off his body was just like that of a bold and powerful tiger?
“h.e.l.lo.” Zha Can arrived before Qin Fen and clasped his hands together once again. “Please allow me to introduce myself for a moment. My name is Zha Can. I am a recruit from the State of Thailand. When I was 15 years old, I seize the t.i.tle of youth champion in the Neo Muay Thai Power Struggle Tournament.”
Qin Fen studied Zha Can. The man’s height didn’t give him any clear or prominent advantage. His body seeped with a murderous aura, within which carried a hint of a dense bloodthirsty aura. His bones exuded a viciousness completely different from his meek external appearance. He was brave to the point of wildness, the hegemonic way.
It wasn’t too long ago when Muay Thai was called the fighting technique that was created completely for the sake of battle. It was just that with the rise of paleo martial arts and neo martial arts, Muay Thai entered a low tide of popularity.
Just like with the other martial arts that entered low tides of popularity, every school or style that was able to be pa.s.sed on without being eradicated naturally had a peerless and talented person appear in that school, pus.h.i.+ng the martial art to newer and greater heights once more.
Muay Thai was the same. This set of combat techniques existed neatly for the sake of combat. After Luo Fengzi fused several paleo martial arts and neo martial arts together, he created Neo Muay Thai upon the foundation of Muay Thai. It was much more tyrannical than the original Muay Thai and much more crazy, fierce, vicious, and b.l.o.o.d.y.
Qin Fen had seen pract.i.tioners of Neo Muay Thai on the battle network before, but he had never seen someone who had attain the realm that Zha Can had obtained. If his calculations were correct, Zha Can should have already killed before.
“Do you want to swap pointers?”
After resting, Qin Fen’s body was at its most optimal state. He was stimulated by the b.l.o.o.d.y and tyrannical aura on Zha Can’s body. His desire to do battle, which had been lying dormant, began to awaken and soar once more.
“No, no, no.” Zha Can shook his head over and over. “I came to take away the t.i.tle of the number one fighter among recruits. I want a true fight, not a swapping of pointers. One of life or death.”
Qin Fen gave an indifferent smile. Neo Muay Thai was one of the martial arts of the martial Dao of slaughter. Such an answer was quite reasonable and fair of Zha Can.
“Then did you bring enough money?”
The person who said these words wasn’t Qin Fen. The voice came from the entrance to the living quarters.
With a height of over a hundred and eighty centimeters and a weight of two hundred and eighty kilograms, Okamoto Takes.h.i.+ was just like a mountain of flesh. He practically blocked up the entrance to the living quarters all by himself. A hint of a disdainful smile was on his face.
He raised his arm, which was thicker than the thigh of a normal person, and pushed away the recruits who blocked his path.
The recruits suddenly felt as if they were standing in the middle of the ocean, and that a giant wave was pus.h.i.+ng them. They were unable to stand steady on the ground beneath their feet. They took several steps backward time and time again before they were able to stop and steady themselves.
Such an enormous power? The recruits were quite shocked. The training day they went through these past few days could be described as extremely difficult and arduous. Their strength had increased quite a bit, but Okamoto Takes.h.i.+ had actually pushed them aside in an instant.
Okamoto Takes.h.i.+ caused the floor tile to tremble with every step as he slowly walked into the room.
“Money?”
Zha Can was clearly shocked. Even the wild, tyrannical, and b.l.o.o.d.y aura on his body turned sluggish in this instant.
“That’s right. Money.” Okamoto Takes.h.i.+ made his way firmly forward as he arrogantly said, “This Qin Fen doesn’t have even a shred of a martial artist’s honor. He said that anyone who wants to take away the t.i.tle of being the number one fighter among recruits would need to pay a thousand dollars as a condition to fight him.”
“The thousand bucks is not just for anyone.” Qin Fen corrected Okamoto Takes.h.i.+. “Instead, every time I defeat the challenger, the fee charged will automatically increase by twofold. Therefore, if you want to save some money in challenging me, do your best to challenge me earlier.”
Okamoto Takes.h.i.+ and Zha Can locked gazes for a moment before letting out sneers at the same time. They had never met such an egotistical person before in their lives. They clearly had yet to begin fighting, but from the tone of Qin Fen’s words, it sounded as if he thought he had already won.
“Lord Okamoto, you are too cunning, sir.”
Within this resounding and resident voice was pride. The voice came from the entrance to the living quarters like before.
Qin Fen raised his eyes to go look. The man wore a white karate uniform and possessed a height of approximately a hundred and seventy-five centimeters. He was pretty with delicate features, and the bones and muscles beneath his uniform revealed a sort of good proportions that was hard to describe. He was simply standing in place, but he gave one a sort of feeling of hardness like a stubborn rock.
A pract.i.tioner of Neo Karate? At the chest of the uniform were two characters that spelled Kyokus.h.i.+n. Did they show that the man was a pract.i.tioner of the Kyokus.h.i.+n Style? Qin Fen’s furrowed eyebrows slowly separated, as his facial expression turned into a faint smile.
He gently shook his head. Just what sort of day was today? If he knew that things were going to be like this, he would have done his research. It was very early in the morning, and young recruits from all sorts of states had come to challenge him.
“Lord Kyokus.h.i.+n Genichi, for the sake of the future of my Neo Sumo, I apologize.” Okamoto Takes.h.i.+ didn’t even turn his head. Not a hint of apology could be heard in his voice. “As long as our State of j.a.pan can seize the t.i.tle of Number One Fighter Among Recruits, is there a need to discern between us?”