The battle ended too quickly, leaving a dead silence in the arena.
Although the sturdy male student lacked the strength to pry out more details, the sheer explosive range he unleashed at a whim led them to deduce that Bao'en was at least a C-level, mid-tier Anomaly—the level of an intermediate Gifted.
This information instantly made most people in the arena lose their desire to fight.
Through professional guidance and training, Gifted individuals would gradually reach the bottleneck of their current stage, with some breaking through quickly while others stagnate.
If it were a Gifted with weak offensive abilities like Qiao Bai, they might still attempt to challenge, but unfortunately, their opponent was clearly not one of those.
"Anyone else want to come up for an exchange?" Contrary to the dejected students of Jidu University, Bao'en's mood was elated, taunting them directly.
"Those too weak can forget about it; I'm afraid I might accidentally kill someone."
Almost simultaneously, the Jidu University team stood up, but someone else beat them to it.
"I hope your strength matches your boastful talk."
A Jidu University contestant who had been fidgeting impatiently stood up, tossing his jacket onto his seat, rolling his shoulders, and nimbly leaping onto the stage.
This contestant was apparently quite famous at Jidu University, as the stands erupted in cheers.
After listening to the translator's interpretation, Bao'en's gaze turned serious, but his expression remained relaxed and confident as he grinned.
"Of course, I hope the same for you."
After the referee announced the start, the two combatants retreated a few steps to create some distance.
Bao'en held playing cards between his fingers, his eyes like a hunting beast locked onto the contestant's movements.
"Swish—"
Several playing cards shot towards the contestant at an extremely fast speed...
"All bluster and no substance."
The contestant made his assessment of Bao'en, cracking his knuckles audibly while standing his ground unfazed.
Anomaly—Air Wall.
A faint collision sound echoed in the air as the playing cards seemed to hit an invisible barrier, unable to proceed further, fluttering down lifelessly.
Bao'en scoffed impatiently, detonating the playing cards instead.
The explosion reverberated across the arena, the force of these few cards far exceeding that of the earlier barrage.
As the smoke cleared, the contestant remained unscathed, not even a speck of dust on his clothes.
"Show me your true abilities."
The contestant knew Bao'en couldn't understand, so he gave a thumbs-down gesture.
The smile vanished from Bao'en's face as rage surged within him.
"I'll kill you, you damn bastard."
He drew a pistol from his pocket, aiming it at the contestant.
"Bang—"
Sparks flew from the gun barrel as bullets were fired in rapid succession.
The contestant stomped his foot forcefully into the ground, ignoring the incoming bullets as he charged towards Bao'en.
As the bullets neared the contestant, they once again collided with some invisible barrier and exploded.
"Boom boom boom—"
The explosions continued unabated, filling the arena with smoke and shockwaves.
Before Bao'en could crack a smile, a massive hand extended from the chaos, slamming him to the ground.
His body crashed heavily into the floor with a tremendous boom, debris flying everywhere.
Bao'en's body twitched, blood pouring from his nose and mouth...
As his chest heaved, trying to rise and cough out the blood surging up, his upper body slammed against an invisible barrier, knocking him back down.
The smoke obscured the view, leaving the audience unable to discern what was happening on stage, seeing only a silhouette standing amidst the chaos as they gripped their belongings tightly in anxiety.
With no more smoke being produced, the haze gradually dissipated...
The "twin" girls from Biterfun exchanged a knowing glance.
"Bao'en is no match."
"Yeah, he's too weak."
As the figure on stage became clear, the spectators erupted in cheers once more.
"Ninety percent of his power?"
"Sheer domination!"
"Did you enjoy that beatdown?"
In the VIP lounge, Yu Anhe laughed radiantly while mock-complaining, "These young ones sure don't know restraint, but you can't blame them, can you?"
With his mastery of emotion control, he could certainly reign himself in, but Bao'en's heavy-handed approach had severely injured a student.
Missing an opportunity to let out some venom would be a feat only saints could achieve.
"Of course not."
Smith didn't dwell on Bao'en's uncertain fate, nonchalantly sipping his tea instead.
Even before Anomalies appeared, Biterfun had been plagued by incessant gun violence, let alone after their emergence...
This minor injury was hardly worth mentioning to Smith.
The old bastard, Yu Anhe cursed inwardly.
If they hadn't kept an ace up their sleeve, he and Smith would be history.
Events unfolded as Yu Anhe had predicted. After suppressing his excitement, the Jidu University contestant called out to Biterfun, attempting to maintain a superior demeanor.
"Do you have anyone else?"
One of the twin girls stood up, smiling faintly, "Why don't you take a break first? We wouldn't want you to lose and say you didn't rest."
Despite her soft tone, her words carried a provocative edge.
"Fighting him wasn't even a warmup; I don't need to rest," the contestant smiled, though his ragged breathing betrayed his true condition.
Bao'en's strength was no trifle; to achieve a shocking effect, he had expended nearly all his energy reserves.
This girl was far more polite than Bao'en had been. "Then, if you'll give me a few minutes."
She extended her hand, pulling her twin sister from the shadows, as if heading to the restroom together.
After a few minutes, only she returned alone.
The girl walked calmly onto the stage, a stark contrast to the three male contestants who had leapt onto it earlier.
After two matches, the stage was in disarray, prompting a Terramancer to restore it to a level condition.
This time, the smoky odor wasn't as pungent as before.
Although she had entered the arena, indicating the need for total victory over her opponent, her genes and physique didn't seem fully aligned.
The blond, blue-eyed girl elicited some inappropriate thoughts from the Jidu University contestant, who suppressed his excitement somewhat.
After the referee announced the start for the third time, an astonishing scene unfolded.
Adhering to chivalrous conduct, the male contestant wanted to let the girl make the first move, but she also remained motionless.
Just as everyone thought they were about to witness a heartwarming moment, the Jidu University contestant suddenly appeared dazed, walking off the stage...
His steps were unsteady, his gaze vacant—clearly not in a normal state of mind.
Yet the moment he stepped off the stage, he snapped back to his senses.
He whipped his head towards the stage, where the girl was still smiling and nodding at him.
Facing his concerned teammates, the contestant grimly uttered a single word: "Psychic Anomaly."
This answer was within their expectations. Their eyes turned towards Lv Cheng.
Psychic Anomalies were elusive and formless, leaving them with no means of defense save for their own psychic shielding. But for her to penetrate this contestant's defenses indicated her level was no lower than B-rank or higher.
They possessed similar strength to this male contestant and had no confidence in defeating her.
However, Lv Cheng's ability could suppress hers—drawing a Serenity Sigil would enhance the contestant's mental resistance.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
