Chapter 8

【Bung Fist】 was fiercely unleashed, and the fighting maniac's punch quickly approached. Those with keen eyes could even see a shallow fist mark on the left side of Sun Yan's waist, pressed by the intense air pressure.

The second-rank combat technique [Bung Fist] was enough to instantly kill any first-rank warrior.

At this moment, Sun Yan moved in the screen, sidestepping in a flash, barely avoiding [Bung Fist]. He took a step forward, raised his shoulder, and thrust his elbow.

The muscles in his shoulder and elbow suddenly swelled, and his entire body lunged forward like a bear charging and an ape grappling.

[Bear-Ape Charge]!

Bang!

The fighting maniac was directly knocked flying, his body crashing into the wall of the arena and sliding down, silent and motionless.

"Winner: One Punch Blood, +638 points."

The entire fighting hall instantly fell silent, everyone's face showing disbelief. They had been cheering excitedly just a moment ago, but now it was as if someone had clamped their throats, leaving them unable to utter a word.

In a corner of the rest area, Quick and Wu Zhong stood up abruptly, both with expressions of shock.

"[Bear-Ape Charge], a proficient [Bear-Ape Charge]!" Quick muttered to himself, "This One Punch Blood shouldn't know this combat technique. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been hit by Butcher just now..."

In the battle with Butcher, Quick had clearly seen that if One Punch Blood had mastered [Bear-Ape Charge], he wouldn't have been hit by Butcher.

Wu Zhong habitually adjusted his glasses, his hand trembling from excitement, "That's right! One Punch Blood didn't know [Bear-Ape Charge] before, but he knows it now, and he learned it after just one experience. This, this..."

The two looked at each other, and Quick's eyes immediately turned red. He panted and growled, "Wu Zhong, let me have this One Punch Blood. How about it? In the future, I'll automatically give up 10, no, 20 spots whenever we find a good prospect."

"Let me have 20 spots?" Wu Zhong sneered, "How about this, Quick? I'll give you 100 spots, and you let me have One Punch Blood. How about that?"

"You!"

Quick's eyes widened, and the two stared at each other, neither backing down, as if ready to fight at any moment.

On the top floor of the Starry Sky Fighting City, a young man in a white uniform slowly leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the screen, which was frozen on the scene. "Just by experiencing [Bear-Ape Charge] once, he could master it in the second battle and bring it to the proficient stage. What a deduction-level comprehension ability!"

Beside him, Old Chen bowed slightly, "Young Master, this One Punch Blood has already caught the attention of many people."

The young man in the white uniform nodded and smiled, "Bring One Punch Blood up here, but don't draw attention."

"Yes."

In the fighting hall on the first floor, chaos had erupted. Many people rushed out from the rest area, searching room by room for the "Virtual Fighting Machine" to find the real One Punch Blood.

Clearly, not only Quick and Wu Zhong had noticed this battle; many others had the same idea.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find the person with the code name One Punch Blood. Sun Yan had already been quietly taken out of the hall by a silver-haired old man and into a special elevator leading to the top floor of the Starry Sky Fighting City.

In the elevator, Sun Yan was still immersed in the previous battle, replaying the moment he defeated the fighting maniac in his mind.

[Bear-Ape Charge]! That [Bear-Ape Charge] was actually used by him? When did he learn this combat technique?

Sun Yan's thoughts were in turmoil. A first-rank combat technique like [Bear-Ape Charge] was something he had never been qualified to learn, let alone had the means to learn. How did he naturally use it just now?

Looking down at his hands, Sun Yan found it hard to believe the changes in himself. He was already certain that what happened in the ancestral house was not a dream, but what exactly happened? The square seal with the dragon pattern, could it really exist? If he said this out loud, no one would believe him, and even if they did, he would likely become a lab rat.

Wait!

Sun Yan suddenly came to his senses, realizing he was standing in the elevator, with a silver-haired old man in a black tuxedo standing beside him, bowing and smiling.

"Is this old man a scientific fanatic who likes dissection?" Sun Yan tightened his collar, feeling a chill down his spine, and laughed dryly, "Old sir, where are we going?"

Old Chen bowed slightly, his attitude respectful, "Sir, my young master wants to meet you." Seeing Sun Yan's puzzled expression, Old Chen added with a smile, "My young master is the owner of the Starry Sky Fighting City."

"The owner of the Starry Sky Fighting City?" Sun Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Victor?"

As far as Sun Yan knew, no one had ever seen the true face of the owner of the Starry Sky Fighting City. However, there was one fact known to everyone who frequented the city.

The top expert of the Starry Sky Fighting City was also its owner, with the code name: Victor.

Five years ago, when Sun Yan first came to the Starry Sky Fighting City, Victor's points were 150,000. This score had never changed in five years, and no one had ever surpassed it. Many people lost the courage to challenge after watching Victor's past battles.

Sun Yan was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and said nothing. Although he was just a nobody at Nan Ying Academy, even a nobody had survival rules. Showing his inner panic would only invite more bullying.

Old Chen bowed respectfully, smiling silently, his half-closed eyes showing surprise. This young man's demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and he remained calm in the face of change, which was quite rare.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, and Sun Yan followed Old Chen out, marveling at the luxurious decor.

Rich people are rich people; the value of just the sofas in this hall could probably buy Sun Yan's entire home. His gaze fell on the young man sitting in the center of the sofa.

Immaculate white uniform, extremely handsome face, and a pair of star-like eyes scanning over, the young man nodded and smiled at Sun Yan.

"Are you Victor?" Sun Yan was surprised. In his view, Victor should be at least a young man over 20, but this young man seemed to be about his age.

The young man in the white uniform extended his hand, "Sit." Then he nodded, "Yes, I am Victor. My surname is Chen, and my given name is Wang."

"Chen Wang." Sun Yan's eyes widened, and he asked for confirmation, "Chen Wang? The Chen Wang from Bai Yang Academy?"

Seeing the young man in the white uniform nod in acknowledgment, Sun Yan's lips twitched. Being the top expert of the Starry Sky Fighting City was one thing, but being the Chen Wang from Bai Yang Academy was another. Any student from a mid-level academy in Luoshan City would be familiar with this name.

Chen Wang from Bai Yang Academy, Chang Cheng from Yan Shi Academy, and Feng Lingxue from Nan Ying Academy.

These three were recognized as the top three geniuses in the mid-level academies of Luoshan City. It was said that these three would be guaranteed admission to the Imperial Wind Advanced Academy. Such geniuses were beyond Sun Yan's reach.

Seeing Sun Yan's surprised expression, Chen Wang smiled, "You've heard of me? Are you also a student at a mid-level academy?"

Sun Yan steadied himself, trying to maintain a calm face, "I'm Sun Yan, a third-year student at Nan Ying Academy."

"Nan Ying Academy?"

Chen Wang and Old Chen were puzzled. Among the many mid-level academies in Luoshan City, Nan Ying Academy's ranking had always been low. If not for Feng Lingxue entering Nan Ying Academy three years ago, it would have been at the bottom.

Chen Wang frowned, thinking, "I have some impression of the excellent students in the third-year A class of Nan Ying Academy, but I've never heard of you."

"Brother, I'm not in the A class. I'm in the third-year C-69 class," Sun Yan laughed dryly.

"Third-year C-69 class?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wang and Old Chen couldn't help but show a strange expression. This young man was a student in the third-year C class? Had the teachers at Nan Ying Academy gone blind? Placing a student with deduction-level comprehension in the C class?

To become an outstanding warrior, physical qualifications are important, but comprehension of combat techniques is equally essential. Mastering a first-rank combat technique after just one experience, like a thousand hammer blows, is known as "deduction-level" comprehension in the warrior world.

The probability of such a warrior appearing is less than one in 300,000. In reality, the probability is even lower.

Chen Wang looked at Sun Yan with suspicion. Could it be that this person has some other deficiencies, which is why he was placed in the C class? After a moment's thought, he smiled, "Sun Yan, I have a [Military Virtual Fighting Machine]. Are you interested in a round?"

"Military Virtual Fighting Machine?" Sun Yan's eyes lit up, and he forgot all his nervousness.

A military virtual fighting machine is a temptation that no virtual fighting enthusiast can resist. It is said that characters generated on the "Military Virtual Fighting Machine" are uniformly at the third-rank warrior level, representing a more intense and exhilarating battle.

For Sun Yan, who couldn't even touch the threshold of inner energy, experiencing the power of a third-rank warrior on the "Military Virtual Fighting Machine" was a dream come true.

Sun Yan rubbed his hands excitedly, "Is there really a [Military Virtual Fighting Machine]? What are we waiting for!"

Chen Wang smiled and stood up, leading Sun Yan into another room, where six virtual fighting machines were placed, their crimson shells matching the color of the Dommil Star military uniform.

Sun Yan caressed the crimson shell, exclaiming, "Wow! It's really a [Military Virtual Fighting Machine]. The texture is amazing! Rich people are rich!"

Chen Wang smiled, "How about it, Sun Yan? Shall we play a round now?"

"Of course, let's go, and fight to the fullest!"

Sun Yan rushed into a "Military Virtual Fighting Machine" and put on the helmet, then suddenly came to his senses.

Wait!

The opponent is Chen Wang?

The top student of the third-year A class at Bai Yang Academy?

The young genius who completed body tempering at age 5 and gathered energy at age 6?

Chen Wang, second only to Feng Lingxue among the three top young geniuses in Luoshan City?

Damn, am I looking for a beating? Why did I agree to fight Chen Wang?

The view in front of him turned black, and the cold voice of the optical brain sounded again, "Opponent code name: Victor, points: 150,000. Countdown begins, 30, 29, 28..."

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