Exotic Battlefield: I Can Activate Dual Talents-Chapter 84 - 82: All Too Weak

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Chapter 84: Chapter 82: All Too Weak

In the arena, the duel between Shang Wenming and Lou Yueyu looked like adults bullying children.

Lu Lin watched, feeling quite helpless.

Shao Xiaolong had just been boasting about a "fair fight," wasn’t this a joke?

A battle between a Star Core Warrior and an ordinary person, can that be called a fair fight?

Even the weakest Star Core Warrior isn’t someone an ordinary person can contend with.

Even if that ordinary person has had professional boxing training.

However, from the movements of Lou Yueyu and Shang Wenming, Lu Lin could see that they were both well-trained and had some talent as fighters.

If the two were evenly matched in ability, the outcome of the duel would be uncertain.

But now, there was really no need for the duel at all.

Lu Lin shook his head, thinking that once this was over, he’d better leave quickly, as there was nothing exciting to see.

In the arena.

Lou Yueyu, unable to do anything to his opponent after two consecutive attacks, jumped back to create some distance.

He had already learned about Shang Wenming’s details.

Shang Wenming had awakened the Gold Element Talent, and the skill he comprehended was most likely Hardening.

This greatly increased his body’s defensive power.

An ordinary person’s attacks couldn’t harm Shang Wenming at all.

But Lou Yueyu didn’t believe it.

There have been cases in the federation’s history where ordinary people defeated Star Core Warriors.

However, it required a lot of setup and preparation to catch the Star Core Warrior off guard, only then was it possible to defeat or kill them.

The strength, speed, mental will, and reaction speed of a Star Core Warrior’s body are all enhanced by the Refinement Degree of the Star Veins in their body.

The higher the level of the Star Core Warrior, the stronger their ability.

In history, the highest-level Star Core Warrior defeated by ordinary people was only a Level 2 First Stage.

Beyond that, ordinary people simply have no chance.

The Shang Wenming in front of him was just a newly awakened Martial Artist, and Lou Yueyu believed he had a chance.

Underfoot, he moved in the small steps taught by the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall, his eyes carefully observing, trying to find Shang Wenming’s weakness.

But over there, how would Shang Wenming give him such an opportunity?

"Lou Yueyu, one more move."

"What, you’re not going to give up, are you?"

Shang Wenming appeared relaxed.

"Forget it, let me end this boring fight."

Saying this, Shang Wenming took a brisk step and came in front of Lou Yueyu, delivering a plain punch at him.

Lou Yueyu hurriedly blocked.

But he only felt a massive force hit his arm.

"Crack."

A slight cracking sound was heard.

Lou Yueyu’s eyes reddened from the pain.

He weakly lowered his arms, retreated several steps, stopping only when his back hit the elastic ropes of the arena.

Lou Yueyu looked at his opponent with horror in his eyes.

Just awakened, and already having such strength.

Star Core Warriors are too terrifying.

The referee standing outside the field was full of grievances. Only after Shao Xiaolong gave him a glance did he walk slowly onto the arena.

"This duel... Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall... Shang Wenming..."

"Wins..."

After announcing, he quickly walked over to Lou Yueyu, seeing his arms broken unnaturally upwards, feeling a pang in his heart.

Lou Yueyu was a very hardworking child, practicing 2-3 hours at the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall every day without Guan Pingchao’s push, coming home exhausted every time.

But how unfair God is.

Such a hardworking child, ultimately unable to awaken.

"Tsk tsk... That Guan Pingchao usually talks like he’s very powerful, but his disciples are just like this."

"The Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall was great over ten years ago, but each generation of the housekeeper gets worse. Since Sir Guan left for the alien star, Guan Pingchao has run the hall poorly, and even his own daughter doesn’t want to learn martial arts. Tsk tsk, think about it, really think about it."

"His daughter? She’s got a nice figure and looks, but how come she doesn’t resemble Guan Pingchao at all, could she be... hehehehe."

The disciples beside Shao Xiaolong were unabashedly mocking the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall.

Even making personal attacks.

Guan Yue was displeased.

The others at the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall were also displeased.

But what could they do?

Among fighters, fists do the talking.

Whoever has the harder fists is the boss.

Whoever gets beaten down swallows the bitter fruit themselves; no one cares what a loser thinks or says.

"Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, if you have the skill, come and fight me."

Finally, someone from the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall couldn’t bear the cold ridicule and stood out, issuing a challenge.

Shao Xiaolong squinted at him and then looked at Shang Wenming in the arena: "What do you think Wenming, spar with this brother for a round?"

"No problem, Master. Earlier was just child’s play, I haven’t even broken a sweat."

Shang Wenming replied and looked at the person who stepped up: "Perfect timing, I’ll use you as a warm-up."

"Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall, today I, Shang Wenming, stand here representing Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, if any of you want to challenge, line up and wait, I’ll take you on one by one."

"You, keep acting as referee."

Shang Wenming said arrogantly, pointing at the previous referee, his chin held high as he spoke.

"Alright,"

The referee replied and stepped onto the arena again.

"Duel..."

"Start."

As the words fell, before the referee could step off the stage, he felt a gust of wind blow by.

Shang Wenming had already charged towards the opponent as soon as the words were spoken.

Bang.

A punch was thrown.

Again, it was a plain and unadorned punch.

Even though the opponent was mentally prepared and assumed a defensive posture, they still couldn’t stop Shang Wenming’s attack.

Just like a cannonball, the opponent flew backward rapidly.

With his back hitting the elastic ropes of the arena, he was pushed out by the immense force and, unstable, he ended up in a five-point landing before Shang Wenming.

"Mr. Dong."

"Mr. Dong."

From below the stage, everyone from the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall called out anxiously.

Mr. Dong’s face paled, wanting to say he was fine, but the words got stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down.

The referee helped Mr. Dong up, declared Shang Wenming the winner of the duel, then supported Mr. Dong off the arena.

Compared to Lou Yueyu’s broken arms, Mr. Dong was clearly better off.

Even so, his arms and shoulders were all swollen and needed immediate treatment.

Shao Xiaolong smiled, almost his only expression at the moment.

Shang Wenming, having won two duels on the arena, was incredibly proud.

"Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall, weren’t you arrogant?"

"Last year, didn’t you often go to our hall to provoke and challenge?"

"Why the slump now, where’s your arrogance, where’s your haughtiness?"

"Come on, I’m just a newbie who’s only studied boxing for a year, anyone coming up to teach me a lesson?"

"I will!"

Watching Shang Wenming being so high and mighty, someone couldn’t stand it and jumped into the arena again.

This time, a referee wasn’t even needed.

Once up, the person rushed at Shang Wenming without care, attacking.

Shang Wenming blocked easily a couple of times.

"Is this how the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall teaches its disciples and students? Not even knowing the basic martial arts etiquette."

"It seems the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall has become more and more decayed in recent years."

"But..."

Looking at this person, Shang Wenming’s tone was disdainful: "Even a sneak attack won’t work for you."

Bang.

Shang Wenming said this and punched him in the chest. The person screamed and fell to the ground.

Unable to get up for a long while.

"Does anyone else want to come up and teach me the great techniques of the Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall?"

"Come on!"

Below the arena, Guan Yue’s phone rang again, still Guan Pingchao from the Monitoring Room.

"Daughter, Dad is begging you..."