Chapter 7

"Winner: One Punch Blood, Points +340."

The result displayed on the screen mercilessly declared a fact—Butcher had been defeated.

The entire fighting hall fell silent instantly, with a myriad of emotions on everyone's faces: doubt, shock, skepticism, disbelief...

Butcher, with a staggering 34,527 points, had actually been defeated, and by an unknown person at that. How could this be possible?

In a corner of the rest area, Quick and Wu Zhong also had different expressions. Both of them had a degree of shock in their eyes. As insiders, they saw the Butcher's defeat clearly.

Quick's eyes twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Wu Zhong, did you see it clearly? How did Butcher lose?"

Wu Zhong stared intently at the screen and nodded, "When [Bear Ape Charge] reached its maximum speed, One Punch Blood used the whip form of [Three Forms of the Warrior] at the moment of passing, accurately hitting Butcher's throat, delivering a fatal blow!"

"Good, One Punch Blood has excellent eyesight and quick reflexes!" Quick took a hard drag on his cigar, "Moreover, his whip form has reached the perfect level."

The mastery of a combat technique is divided into three stages: basic, proficient, and perfect.

Even for a basic combat technique like [Three Forms of the Warrior], reaching the perfect stage is extremely difficult. Many seventh-level and even eighth-level warriors often stagnate at the proficient stage.

A whip as swift as an arrow, piercing through stone and shattering gold, is clear evidence that the whip form of [Three Forms of the Warrior] has reached the perfect stage. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to shatter Butcher's throat in the moment of passing.

"Who would have thought I'd encounter such an interesting person." Quick laughed heartily, his scarred face turning red with excitement, "If this guy is under 18, he's a real gem! Wu Zhong, I want this person no matter what. How about it? I'll give you those three guys."

Wu Zhong smiled and whispered, "If he's really under 18 and has mastered a basic combat technique to perfection, his martial arts comprehension is incredible. If we let such talent go, I'll be fired immediately."

In the center of the hall not far away, a "Virtual Fighting Machine" suddenly opened, and a burly man rushed out, trembling all over, his face twisted in rage, roaring, "One Punch Blood, come out, let's fight face to face again!"

"One Punch Blood! If you're a man, come out! I, Butcher, will beat you to a pulp!"

"One Punch Blood! Don't be a coward, come out, come out! Come out!"

Unfortunately, no matter how he roared, no one responded. The people around him watched coldly, whispering to each other, as if mocking Butcher's defeat.

Sun Yan was completely unaware of what was happening in the fighting hall. After defeating Butcher with one blow, he immediately exited the "Virtual Fighting Machine" and sat on a metal chair, drenched in cold sweat.

"What... what just happened?"

Sun Yan's heart was pounding, and the scene just played back clearly in his mind. When Butcher's [Bear Ape Charge] first hit him, if it were the old Sun Yan, he would have lost the ability to continue fighting.

[ Bear Ape Charge] is only a first-rank combat technique, but Sun Yan's [Three Forms of the Warrior] was only at the basic stage. Relying on the whip form to defend against a first-rank combat technique was a pipe dream.

However, he managed to defend it. When [Bear Ape Charge] hit him, his arms became as flexible as a whip, and he used his back to transmit the impact to the wall, neutralizing Butcher's fatal blow.

During the second [Bear Ape Charge], Sun Yan seized a fleeting opportunity and used the whip form to shatter Butcher's throat, winning the battle.

Looking at his hands, Sun Yan was incredulous, "What's going on? That whip form was clearly at the perfect stage. How could I have done that? How could I have seized that opportunity?"

"Wait, wait..." Sun Yan rubbed his burning cheeks, "Could it be that I slept and had a strange dream, and then suddenly got it? That's not scientific!"

Recalling the strange dream he had in the ancestral house, Sun Yan clenched his fists and nodded vigorously, "Maybe Butcher suddenly lost his edge, and I got lucky. Let's try again, yes, let's try again. Facts speak louder than speculation."

Taking a deep breath, he put on the helmet again, and the screen darkened. The cold voice of the computer said, "Code: One Punch Blood, Points: 347."

After defeating Butcher, Sun Yan's points directly increased to 347, a reward calculated based on about 1% of the opponent's points. This reward system is what makes many people dream of defeating strong enemies, but such dreams are often just fantasies.

"Please wait 15 minutes, matching an appropriate opponent for you."

15 minutes? The usual waiting time is 30 seconds. It must have been an illusion; even the computer is acting up.

At the same time, in the luxurious hall on the top floor of the Starry Sky Fighting City, an old man with silver short hair and wearing a tuxedo looked at the screen on the wall, turned around, and pressed the blue button next to it.

A crisp bell rang, and a hidden door on the other wall opened, and a young man walked out.

This young man was dressed in a spotless white uniform, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his face angular, and he exuded a regal aura as he walked, like a dragon or a tiger, as if he were a perfect sculpture.

The young man sat on the sofa, "Uncle Chen, what did you wake me for?"

"Master." Uncle Chen bowed slightly, "I found an interesting person in the fighting hall just now."

"Oh, an interesting person." The young man's gaze turned to the screen and was surprised, "Butcher? Someone defeated Butcher? Who is it? Is it Chuan Chuan Xiang or the Fighting Maniac?"

"Please wait." Uncle Chen pressed the screen button, "Master, take a look, and you'll understand."

The screen replayed the battle between Sun Yan and Butcher in slow motion. The young man's eyes widened, "Code: One Punch Blood, Points: 347, perfect whip form, interesting!"

Uncle Chen smiled and bowed again, "Master, what do you think should be done?"

The young man supported his chin, thought for a moment, and smiled, "Simple, match him with the person with the highest points in the fighting hall right now."

"Yes, Master."

...

"Please wait 8 minutes, matching an appropriate opponent for you."

Hurry up, I'm waiting so long I'm about to wither. Sun Yan sighed inwardly. His mood was complex, feeling that the battle just now was too surreal, yet hoping it wasn't a dream.

Becoming an outstanding warrior has always been his dream since childhood.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!

Two voices kept swirling in his mind, and Sun Yan felt the waiting time was too long.

"Automatic matching complete, opponent code: Fighting Maniac, points: 63,827. Countdown starts, 30, 29..."

Sun Yan blinked, his heart filled with despair. The computer must be malfunctioning. First Butcher, now the Fighting Maniac. Can't I just have a few more rounds?

The entire fighting hall was instantly ignited, and people's excited shouts echoed. If Butcher could barely make it into the top 10 in Starry Sky Fighting City, the Fighting Maniac would definitely be in the top five.

"Maniac, Maniac, Maniac..."

"Maniac is the real deal!"

"Let that kid see, he just got lucky."

Most of the people in the fighting hall were young, and they waved their arms vigorously. Some girls even took off their bras and spun them in the air, hot and wild.

In a corner of the rest area, Quick and Wu Zhong stared intently at the floating screen. Having the Fighting Maniac as an opponent was the best thing, as it would test whether One Punch Blood was a dragon or a snake.

Quick chewed on his tobacco, revealing his white teeth, "Wu Zhong, do you think One Punch Blood can win with just [Three Forms of the Warrior]?"

Wu Zhong adjusted his glasses and shook his head slightly, "Just with [Three Forms of the Warrior], even if all three forms are at the perfect level, One Punch Blood will definitely lose. The Fighting Maniac is not an ordinary warrior."

"Ha ha... this is interesting, this is interesting!" Quick laughed heartily.

The floating screen flashed, and the computer announced the start of the battle. Two figures appeared on the stage.

Code: Fighting Maniac, Points: 63,827.

The Fighting Maniac was a few centimeters taller than Butcher, with a relatively slender build, but no one who knew him dared to underestimate him. As one of the top five in Starry Sky Fighting City, the Fighting Maniac was far beyond the old Sun Yan's reach.

After five years in Starry Sky Fighting City, Sun Yan had heard of the high-ranking warriors with points over ten thousand, and he had watched the Fighting Maniac's battles multiple times. This guy was ten times more terrifying than Butcher.

"Finished, this computer must be deliberately making things difficult for me." Sun Yan sighed inwardly. Facing an opponent like the Fighting Maniac, even if he completed the Body Tempering and became a first-level warrior, he would have no chance of winning.

"Hope I don't lose too badly!"

He took his stance again, placing his arms in front of his chest, ready to use the whip form of [Three Forms of the Warrior].

The Fighting Maniac stared at Sun Yan, examined him for a few seconds, and said, "I watched your fight with Butcher just now. Everyone in the hall thinks it was luck, but I don't. To show respect, I will give it my all."

Damn, give it your all? Can't you go easy on me a bit!

Sun Yan cursed inwardly. His pupils contracted, and he turned his head sharply. The Fighting Maniac appeared on his right side like a ghost, his palms overlapping and striking his right shoulder.

Whoosh!

The sound of a balloon popping echoed in the air as the overlapping palm wind rushed at Sun Yan, making it hard for him to breathe.

First-rank movement technique: Wind Step, first-rank combat technique: Wind Palm Overlap.

"Huh, strange!"

At this moment, what Sun Yan saw was different. What others saw as the incredibly fast [Wind Palm Overlap] appeared to him as normal speed, without the wind-like speed and explosive power.

Instinctively, Sun Yan moved. His left arm swung like a whip, aiming for the Fighting Maniac's throat, while his right hand pierced between the overlapping palms, using the knife form to slash at the Fighting Maniac's wrist.

The whip form was like an arrow, and the knife form was sharp.

In the rest area of the hall, Quick couldn't help but slap his thigh, "Brilliant! Using both forms, the whip form and the knife form are both at the perfect level. No matter what, we in the Star River will take One Punch Blood."

Wu Zhong stared at the screen, "Just this won't be enough to defeat the Fighting Maniac..."

On the virtual stage, Sun Yan's whip form and knife form attacked simultaneously.

At this moment, the Fighting Maniac's lips curled into a cold smile. He suddenly pulled back his palms, slid to the side, and spun around, appearing on Sun Yan's left side.

Bending his knees, twisting his waist, pulling back his left fist, and striking with his right fist within a half-foot range, the air exploded. Second-rank combat technique: Crushing Punch.

On the top floor of Starry Sky Fighting City, the young man in the white uniform shook his head slightly, "Crushing Punch? The match is already decided. One Punch Blood is good, but ultimately, he's still a bit short."

As he spoke, the young man's eyes suddenly widened in surprise, seeing Sun Yan move on the screen...

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