2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The phantom rose up, turning into a blurry black afterimage and rushing to the other side of the ring. Then, a silver-white illusory barrier appeared in front of the man wearing an opera mask.

The black afterimage barely paused, and easily bypassed the barrier as if it had been prepared, and hit the "Wuji Venerable" hard, knocking the latter away and sticking to the glass cover like a puddle of mud. superior.

"What's going on?" This was the question that popped up in the minds of all the audience at the scene.

Phantom behaved as if he knew Master Wuji's superpowers well, knocking him down in just one encounter.

The people who bought the phantom and won cheered excitedly after reacting, while the gambling dogs who had bet their money on the newcomer started to curse.

"There's an inside story! Why does Phantom know about Venerable Wuji's abilities!"

"Didn't I say that Venerable Wuji is a newcomer and no one knows about his powers!?"

"RNM! Refund!"

...

The gambling dogs felt that they had been cheated and began to yell.

When things get to this point, let alone turning the bicycle into a motorcycle, I am afraid that not even a valve core will be left.

Phantom's ability [Speed] is not a secret, and Venerable Wuji must know it. However, with such a gap in information, he was knocked down in person, which proved that the clown was incapable of fighting.

The beautiful host outside the venue began to explain: "No, no, no, please believe us, Taohuayuan will never do anything to deceive the audience..."

"I saw it, can't you!" Phantom's voice came from the loudspeakers around the ring. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning impatiently at the rioting and shouting audience:

"I saw the silver barrier and went around it. Is there any problem?"

The voices in the audience became quieter, and many people closed their mouths.

Phantom had shouted in previous games that when he activated his ability, the high-speed floating motorcycle seemed to him to be as slow as a turtle crawling.

From this point of view, there seems to be no problem with his smooth evasive movements.

As for why he took the initiative to attack without knowing the opponent's abilities, the explanation methods are endless. For example, try to catch the opponent by surprise and win with one blow before the opponent can react. For example, you want to scare the other person and make them panic and reveal their flaws. For example, I am very confident in my speed and can definitely avoid the opponent's attack, etc.

Zhang Xixue, who was in the audience, frowned. She had already twisted the squirrel's wrist with one hand and whispered: "Stop this game immediately."

"Don't, this is just the beginning... Ouch, it hurts!" The gray mouse was about to cry without tears. Before he could say a few words, severe pain came from his wrist, and his expression instantly became distorted.

Because of the shouting and commotion of the audience, Yan Muyun got some breathing space and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. At this time, his face under the mask was flushed red, and the severe pain coming from his lower abdomen made it difficult for him to breathe.

Boosted by its own speed, Phantom's punch was like a muscular blacksmith using both hands to hit the anvil with a sledgehammer. The force was simply terrifying.

"Oh, it's good to be able to stand up." The phantom not far away looked here with interest and flexed his wrist: "I didn't put in much effort just now. After all, I have to punch you a few times to get money. earn."

After the words fell, his figure turned into a black afterimage and rushed over again.

Yan Muyun's eyes were fierce under the opera mask. He leaned against the glass cover, opened two silver barriers to protect his sides, one on the left and one on the right, and then punched the air in front of him fiercely.

"boom!"

The fist he swung missed, and a heavy punch landed on his face. The back of his head hit the glass behind him hard, making a loud muffled sound.

"You think you can hit me by blocking my route of action? You are too naive. Even if you and I were trapped in a space of only one square meter together, you wouldn't be able to touch a hair on my head."

In just a few words, dozens of heavy punches fell like a violent storm, hitting Yan Muyun's body. At this time, he was like a rag doll that had been thrown into the washing machine, his limbs and torso being twisted and deformed by forces from all directions.

The phantom's joking voice was transmitted from the loudspeaker to the outside of the glass cover. The audience present looked at this scene with various expressions. Many of the soft-hearted women had closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Zhang Xixue's face looked as cold as winter at this time. Although she would become rational and unhuman at night, it did not mean that she would be indifferent to the life and death of her companions.

She raised a hand to stop the game, but before the words could be spoken, the squirrel suddenly pounced on her and grabbed her hand: "If you wait a little longer, there may be a chance."

Zhang Xixue's eyes turned cold, and she immediately wanted to take out a gun and kill the greedy guy in front of her.

However, at this moment, something happened in the arena. A silvery-white hemispherical barrier suddenly appeared out of thin air, forcing the phantom, which was so fast that the human eye could only capture its afterimage, back several meters. The man who was pressed against the glass cover and beaten up finally had room to breathe.

"Don't stop this fight!"

Yan Muyun stretched out a hand behind him. A small part of the opera mask on his face had rotted away. The exposed facial skin was covered with bruises and redness, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. His body under the sportswear must only be even more miserable.

However, even after being beaten like this, he didn't seem to have the slightest idea of ​​giving up.

Many people in the audience were calmed down by his stupid aura, and the boos and curses became much quieter. Although this guy is a bad guy, his fighting will is still worthy of respect.

Zhang Xixue looked at his back in silence for a long time, and finally bit her silver teeth secretly. For the first time tonight, she showed an expression other than indifference, and put down the hand she had just raised.

Yan Muyun spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stared at Phantom not far away, who was breathing heavily because the combo just now was a bit too much.

I had just chosen a more aggressive fighting style, but when I made a mistake, my opponent seized the opportunity and punched him dozens of times in just a few seconds.

The few good news at the moment is that Phantom's ability doesn't seem to last long, and it consumes a lot of money after being activated.

And after all, he has the physique of an ordinary person. No matter how fast he is, the force of his punches will be controlled in order not to hurt himself by the reaction force. And his body has been strengthened by genetic medicine, and its ability to resist attacks is still relatively strong.

Phantom came over, punched the silver barrier a few times with his fist, and said with a smile: "Hey! Are you going to stay in your turtle shell?"

Yan Muyun ignored his provocation, just closed his eyes, took a deep breath to regulate his heart rate, and wanted to get back to his best state.

After receiving the beating just now, his heartbeat became extremely fierce, and it kept ringing in his chest like a drum, making him feel extremely irritable.

What the audience wanted to see was a fierce battle, and nearly half a minute had passed since the confrontation between the two, and many people began to shout:

"If you don't fight, then you'll admit defeat. What's the point of shrinking down!"

"Wearing a mask, I just thought you had some talent, but now you're a bastard?"

"RNM! Refund!"

...

The constant noises made Yan Muyun feel more and more irritable. Instead of being steady, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. His head was swollen, and there was a faint tingling sensation in his eyes, as if broken eyelashes were stuck inside.

"Hey, can your barrier protect against gas?"

There was a voice above his head. Yan Muyun opened his eyes and looked up, only to see his opponent sitting cross-legged on top of his head at some point, looking down at him from the gap between his legs.

The two people's eyes met, and Phantom was stunned for a moment: "Are you wearing Zhitong?"