Chapter 212: Chapter 211 I Really Didn’t Go Easy (Please Subscribe)
As soon as the countdown ended, Wang the Pockmarked opened his mouth and an invisible sound wave instantly enveloped Chen Fan.
Sound Wave Superpower.
It can affect the opponent’s spirit, causing them to faint, go insane, or even die.
It can also compress the sound wave into substantial energy, causing explosions upon contact with objects, from shattering glass to breaking rocks and collapsing buildings.
Wang the Pockmarked often uses the former because it’s more mindful of spiritual power and faster, and unlike other direct spiritual attacks, using the sound wave as a medium avoids backlash.
The people around the ring saw Wang the Pockmarked open his mouth and immediately knew what he was planning. Some even shouted for Chen Fan to dodge.
But Chen Fan didn’t move an inch.
"Sigh, I knew this 50 points was given away for free," someone sighed heavily, disappointment in their eyes.
"Still too inexperienced, taking a sound wave attack from Wang the Pockmarked right at the start—what’s he gonna do next?"
"Even if he’s a speed-type Awakener, being controlled from the start means he can’t display his abilities."
"Exactly."
These words resonated with many E-level Awakeners present.
Even they, if attacked by Wang the Pockmarked right at the start, would fall into a daze, then be passively beaten or give up; if they refuse to surrender, they’d just wait to faint.
Wang the Pockmarked’s mouth was wide open, continuing his sound wave attack, his grin growing wider.
In less than three seconds, this newcomer would collapse on the ring.
He’d gladly accept those 50 points.
However, three seconds passed without anything happening. The newcomer across him remained calm, watching him silently.
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Wang the Pockmarked was stunned.
Anyone else from the Association’s E-level Awakeners would at least be in unbearable pain by now, if not already fainted and rolling on the ground—what’s up with this guy? No reaction at all?
"What’s with this newcomer?"
People outside the ring began to notice something was off.
"Why does it look like the newcomer isn’t affected?"
"Not affected? Impossible, at this distance, with Wang the Pockmarked shooting blindly, he’d still hit."
"Right," someone observed the ring, which was just 100 meters by 100 meters, and the distance between the two was less than 50 meters, "He can’t be missing. Is Wang the Pockmarked holding back?"
"Wang the Pockmarked, what are you doing?"
Hearing this, another person grew furious, "I bet 100 points on you, hurry up and finish this!"
"I bet 200 points on you! Wang the Pockmarked, stop holding back, finish it now!"
"Teach this newcomer a lesson, make him understand the stakes."
A crowd’s uproar ensued.
On the stage, Wang the Pockmarked broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this.
He really wasn’t holding back! He went all out from the start, aiming for a one-second KO.
But now, five seconds had passed, and his spiritual power was almost depleted, yet the newcomer still looked at ease.
Could it be that his attack had no effect?
In the control room, a mocking voice echoed.
"Wang the Pockmarked has been in the Association for three years, yet can’t quickly handle a newcomer?" A man in sunglasses laughed.
"Really is weak."
"It’s not that he’s weak," Yang Hu’s voice interjected, his eyes focusing on Chen Fan, "There’s something odd about this newcomer."
The room fell silent, eyes all turned to Yang Hu.
"Brother Hu, you mean?"
Yang Hu watched the screen, "There’s no doubt Wang the Pockmarked’s sound wave hit the target. But did you notice, the newcomer didn’t show any change in expression at all?"
"Hiss..."
The room collectively gasped.
It was true, his expression remained calm.
"Brother Hu, you mean the newcomer is a master?" the man in sunglasses wasn’t convinced.
"Possible," Yang Hu nodded, "Either the newcomer’s spiritual power far exceeds Wang the Pockmarked’s, making the attack bearable, or the newcomer has strong acting skills and can endure pain without showing it."
The crowd exchanged glances, realizing either option was impressive.
Yang Hu’s lips curled into a smile.
This newcomer was intriguing, to say the least.
About ten seconds passed, and the Awakeners around the ring saw something was definitely wrong.
Earlier, Wang the Pockmarked had a face full of confidence, now he was pale, sweating profusely, and even shaking—clearly signs of spiritual power depletion.
Spiritual power depletion!
Many looked at Wang the Pockmarked, thinking, seriously? Depleting your spiritual power fighting a newcomer?
Some stared at Chen Fan, pondering deeply.
This newcomer seemed to have some skills?
On the ground, Zhang Jun’s face turned pale.
For some reason, he had a bad feeling.
Next moment, a shadow moved on stage.
"Wang the Pockmarked, run!"
Someone shouted in desperation.
Wang the Pockmarked also wanted to run, but the opponent’s speed was too fast. He only saw a blur rushing toward him, then felt a coolness on his neck—it was a gleaming dagger.
Wang the Pockmarked turned his head, locking eyes with Chen Fan.
The crowd below watched, stunned, their minds buzzing with disbelief.
Was the fight decided?
It wasn’t just about winning—the dagger on his neck meant his life now lay in the opponent’s hands.
"Surrender."
A voice broke the silence.
"I-I surrender."
Wang the Pockmarked replied, struggling to swallow his shame.
His face reddened in embarrassment, wishing he could vanish from sight.
Chen Fan nodded and withdrew his dagger.
The surroundings fell into silence.
Moments later, an uproar erupted.
"Wang the Pockmarked, you bastard! You’ve been in the Association for years, and you can’t even beat a newcomer? My 100 points are gone!"
"I bet 200 points! 200 points! And even some borrowed!"
"rnm, give me my money back!"
Zhang Jun sat dejected on the floor, with Liao Yue grabbing his collar and spitting in rage.
points, 100 points!
He had doubled his 50 points, but now it was all gone.
Wang the Pockmarked, how could he lose? It was supposed to be a sure win!
The crowd’s curses poured over Wang like a wave, almost drowning him.
Finally, Wang the Pockmarked couldn’t help but roar, "What are you yelling about? I didn’t force you to bet on me! Also,"
He glanced at Chen Fan, "This newcomer isn’t as simple as you think. Anyone here would have the same result."
The crowd fell silent briefly, then the uproar intensified.
Some even wanted to rush up and beat him.
"This newcomer might really have some skills," Cui Yan smiled, thinking he might want to challenge him if not for the bad reputation it might bring.
On the stage, Chen Fan took out his phone, checked the program, and found two emails.
Both were from the Shi City Martial Arts Association.
One was for winning the ring match, with 90 points credited.
"They sure take their cut,"
he thought, noting the 10% deduction.
The second was the betting reward, 366 points, minus a 1% fee, leaving around 363 points.
Including the 90 points, he now had a total of 453 points.
From 100 to 453 points, nearly five times; Chen Fan had to admit betting points was indeed lucrative.
Yet, this method wouldn’t last. If his abilities were known, he wouldn’t dare play like this. Gambling, after all, defeats most people before the game starts.
Just then, his phone rang.
It was the man in sunglasses.
"Brother Li, the points credited?"
His tone seemed a bit kinder.
"Yes."
Chen Fan nodded, "I heard winning three matches in a row gives you 1000 extra points, is that right?"
"That’s right," the man in sunglasses smiled, "If you win three more after that, you’ll get an additional 3000 points. Brother Li, up for the challenge?"
"Yes."
Chen Fan agreed.
As long as the stakes grow, the Association earns more points.
"Good, but there’s one rule: for a continuous win challenge, each bet must be at least double the previous."
"No problem."
Chen Fan agreed.
"Great. Need a break before the second match, Brother Li?"
"No need. Let’s start now."
"All right."
Soon, the announcement was made through the speaker.
The crowd was shocked to learn the newcomer wanted to start the second match immediately?
Impressive confidence.
And the bet rose from 50 to 100 points.
"I’ll go!"
Someone shouted.
A burly man stepped onto the ring, glaring viciously at Chen Fan, "Kid, you made me lose 100 points earlier. Now I’ll take it back from you!"
"Really?"
Chen Fan smiled slightly, "I fear you’ll not only fail to recover those 100 points but lose another hundred."
"Hahaha."
The crowd burst into laughter.
"You! You!"
The burly man’s face turned red, then he snorted, "Kid, you talk big. Let’s see if your mouth is as tough once the fight begins!"