The Favored Son of Heaven

Translator: Strivon  Editor: Nora

The Berserker Pill gave Regal Propria more strength in his legs, increasing his speed. In a sudden flash, his body left a faint afterimage in its place, and his fingers, coursing with azure lightning, stabbed toward Qin Fen’s eyes. His five fingers slithered and swayed without end, leaving behind afterimages, making it seem like there were ten fingers soaring around. It was hard to tell which of the fingers were real fingers.

According to the rules of Sky Martial Battle Network, when one was stabbed in the eyes, the victim would only see a sheet of pitch-black darkness for the next three days when logging on to the battle network. The attack was clearly to deter Qin Fen from logging on to the battle network for the next three days or to make him spend some money to buy a Clarity Restoration Potion.

Qin Fen was a bit shocked.  Isn’t this just a duel between two people? There Isn’t a need to be this extreme, right? You want my revenue to decrease for three days?Fury suddenly surged within him, and his legs infused with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art in an instant.

The coursing fingers came piercing over was right at hand. It was in this moment that Qin Fen suddenly swiveled with his ankle, bringing his waist to bend and drawing in his body slightly. This was none other than the Dragon Guard of the Shaolin Arhat Fist. His right hand was clenched into a fist, as he struck with a standard form of the Shaolin Arhat Fist’s Tiger Lunge. The sound of bones fracturing could be heard from Regal Propria’s chest. His entire body flew back over two meters away. Large mouthfuls of blood sprayed from his lips, and the azure lightning faded from his limbs, disappearing without a trace.

All the spectators of the fight froze in place. Regal Propria had taken a Berserker Pill and revealed a dazzling art with fingers coursing with electricity, but he was actually defeated in an instant!

And by the Shaolin Arhat Fist’s Tiger Lunge and Dragon Guard!?

Someone already started to playback the recording of the fight, further confirming that Regal Propria had indeed lost against Thirty-Six Hours’s use of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art combined with the Shaolin Arhat Fist.

How was this possible? The Shaolin Arhat Fist was the most basic, most ordinary fist technique! Every cultivator, whether of neo martial arts or paleo martial arts, personally called this to be the fitness exercise of fist techniques.

Expert Mouth-Shooter, famous for never having engaged in a fight before, used the restricted internal art, which was tough to train in, and combined it with the fitness exercise of martial arts. With this, he was actually able defeat someone who had taken a Berserker Pill and had his strength instantly raised to near the three-star warrior level. Expert Mouth-Shooter simply eliminated Regal Propria!

The most important thing was the fact that it had been an instant kill! It couldn’t be right? A fitness exercise had defeated fingers coursing with electricity, formed from a neo martial art that only money could buy.

Qin Fen had won his first time setting out on stage. Normally, one would feel excited when beating an opponent, but this emotion didn’t arise in Qin Fen at all. He hurriedly transfered the five hundred and fifteen dollars into his bank account and immediately chose to logout.

How was this possible? How could this be? Qin Fen took off his helmet and set on his bed, a bit lost in thought. According to the data he had previous gathered and analyzed, Qin Fen shouldn’t have more than a fifty percent chance to win against a Regal Propria who took a Berserker Pill. And he would have needed at least three hundred moves to ccompletely exhaust the effects of the Berserker Pill. The instant the pill’s effects ended, the pill-consumer would find himself needing to adapt to his original strength. Seizing this moment was the only way to defeat the enemy!

Even if Regal Propria didn’t take a Berserker Pill, it would still be impossible to instantly kill him! Qin Fen gazed at the moon outside the window. What the hell was up with today? Unrealistic things happened in so many places. Had his opponent been careless? Or….

While Qin Fen puzzled, Regal Propria was still in a daze after quitting combat mode from Sky Martial Battle Network’s Free Area 11, Combat Field No. 11. What in the world happened in that instant? He still didn’t understand even now. How did he lose against the Shaolin Arhat Fist?

Everyone who lost money were cursing loudly one after another. Running after a win, why that was one of the least classy things someone could do in the Sky Martial Battle Network, and they had encountered such a matter.

“Propria! Snap out of it! That fellow’s just lucky is all!”

“That’s right! Otherwise, why would he run straightaway!”

Was it really luck, though? Regal Propria had a different feeling. He really didn’t like this Expert Mouth-Shooter, but he clearly saw a rare and unusual tranquility revealed in Thirty-Six Hours’s eyes the instant before his defeat. This was something he had never encountered before.

Qin Fen was offline and in a daze for a while before he simply got up and displayed the Shaolin Arhat Fist; he often used it as a fitness exercise to temper his strength. Tucked Elbows. Double Palm Push. Tucked Elbows. Crossed Downward Spear Hands. Reversal Spear Hand. Double Ear Slap. Twisting Downward Dragon Chop. Double Piercing Palm….

Qin Fen went through the forty-one forms of the Shaolin Arhat Fist in one go, yet he didn’t even feel an iota of the exhaustion he used to have when doing them. Instead, there was a sort of vibrant force of vitality endlessly surging within him.

Qin Fen looked at his two hands, a bit scared to believe what just happened. Before, he was merely quite practiced with this sequence of the Shaolin Arhat Fist, which he performed God knows how many times. Today, however, there was a sort of natural and flowing sensation that resembled nature itself, like moving clouds and flowing water.

In his mind, he recalled the scene where he fought Regal Propria. Qin Fen clenched his fists a bit as an excitement incapable of being controlled rose within his heart. So fighting was actually something that could make someone this excited.

Qin Fen moved his lips. No sound came out of them; he was just taking deep breaths, suppressing the soaring passion, desire, and excitement to fight. Then he recalled what he initially intended when he first logged onto the Sky Martial Battle Network this night.

Writing a draft! Qin Fen smacked his head. This was one of his sources of making money. Even though he had made quite a bit from gambling today, it was unexpected revenue; he couldn’t expect to have it all the time. He would barely be able to write a single draft with the recordings of two fights. He would need to download the recordings, first of all.

Qin Fen heard the yell of a rough voice the moment he logged back into the Sky Martial Battle Network, “Propria! Snap out of it! If this kid dares to log back on, this brother will certain challenge him and avenge you the moment I see him….”

Before the yelling voice could finish, a flash then a figure appeared in an empty spectator spot. Qin Fen, who had just hopped away, appeared once more.

Everyone’s gaze focused on the man who just yelled. Their eyes seemed to be saying, “Brother. The man has come. Let’s see what you will do.”

Qin Fen ignored what was contained in everyone’s gazes, and he ignored the rough voice even more. He just fiddled around at quick speeds to download the recordings of the two fights that just occurred.

A short period of silence, then the rough voice sounded out once more, “Thirty-Six Hours. I challenge you to a fight! Fight a round with me if you have the guts!”

Fight a round!? Qin Fen was stunned. His blood had calmed from logging off, but it began to boil once more in this moment. The desire to battle, which had extinguished not too long ago, instantly surged forth, unable to be controlled. The eager impulse to fight endlessly clashed against his reason and self-control.

“I’m just here to get the recordings. I’m just here to get the recordings,” Qin Fen whispered to himself over and over. It was best to rest for tonight and properly conserve his strength. He had to continue with work tomorrow, after all. He shouldn’t put too much mind on senseless fights.

“Talk, Thirty-Six Hours!” The challenger’s voice sounded out once more, “I challenge you.”

“Is money on the line?” Qin Fen said absentmindedly, feeling a bit shocked. What the hell was up with himself today? He actually was going to accept a challenge subconsciously!

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