34: He doesn't even have the strength to hit someone, yet he claims to be a genius.

The second group took the stage.

This time, it was a joint team from several medium-sized cities in Jiangnan Province, led by two Peak Late Stage Martial Masters.

They learned their lesson from the first group and didn't get close at all, instead launching a long-range barrage from the edge of the arena!

Sword Qi, blade glows, flames, ice spikes... all sorts of attacks rained down on Lin Fan like a storm!

Lin Fan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, not moving an inch.

He simply raised his hand.

"Fire Cloud Protection."

Three rotating fire clouds emerged, shielding him in the center.

Every attack that hit the fire clouds was either incinerated into nothingness or deflected away.

"You guys are no good," Lin Fan commented. "Can't you aim better? Aim for the gaps! I'm giving you a chance, but you're useless..."

He put down his cola and formed hand seals.

Basic Formations—learning and applying it on the spot!

"Minor Five Elements Trapping Formation, rise."

He tore open the Formation scroll he had just bought.

Buzz!

Beams of light lit up simultaneously in five positions of the arena—gold, green, blue, red, and yellow!

The five-colored light beams wove into a net, enveloping the entire arena!

All thirty members of the second group were trapped within the Formation!

"Oh no! It's a Formation!"

"Break the Formation, quickly!"

Everyone attacked the Formation walls frantically, but the Minor Five Elements Trapping Formation could trap anyone below a Martial Ancestor!

Their attacks were like mud cows entering the sea.

"Time is precious," Lin Fan stood up. "I won't play with you anymore."

rubber-rubber fruit—Gum-Gum Rocket Launcher!

He stretched his arms backward, stretching, and stretching further... all the way to fifty meters long!

Then, he brought his fists together, aiming at the thirty people in the Formation.

"Fire!"

Bang!!!

His fists shot out like cannonballs, creating flames from the air friction!

"Form a defense!"

The thirty people gritted their teeth and joined forces, condensing a thick energy shield.

However.

The moment the rubber fists hit the shield!

With a thought, Lin Fan said: "Imagination Armament: Spike Form!"

Densely packed rubber spikes instantly sprouted from his fists!

Puchi!

The shield was pierced through!

The fists slammed violently into the crowd!

"Aaaaaah..."

Amidst the screams, the thirty people were sent flying like bowling pins, hitting the Formation walls and bouncing back, rolling into a heap.

Lin Fan retracted his fists and deactivated the Formation.

The thirty people lay on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.

"Second group, eliminated." The referee's voice was already numb.

Third group.

Fourth group.

Fifth group... each group's time on stage did not exceed five minutes.

Lin Fan's tricks became more and more varied:

Sitting on the sofa without moving, using his rubber legs to kick opponents like shuttlecocks;

Using fire clouds to form a barbecue grill, pretending he was going to roast his opponents;

Once, he even let an opponent punch him, then activated Reflective Spiked Armor, causing the opponent to be knocked unconscious by their own punching force... the audience went from shocked to numb, and from numb to fanatical.

The live stream's bullet chat had gone crazy:

[Watching American sci-fi movies is just for fun; for real sci-fi, you have to watch Brother Fan!!!]

[Is this a Martial Arts Examination?! This is a talent show, right?!]

[Lin Fan: I want to fight ten! Oh no, three hundred!]

[Be precise, person above. To be exact, it's 299!]

[The Provincial Examination has turned into Lin Fan's skill showcase...]

[Those geniuses are so pitiful, being toyed with like toys...]

...In the VIP seats, Wang Lie's face had turned black as the bottom of a pot.

Colonel Zhao was laughing so hard that tears came out.

Sixth group ended.

Seventh group ended.

Eighth group ended.

Finally, it was time for the real highlight.

Group Nine: the elite group led by the three great geniuses of the provincial capital—Frenzied Song, Soaring Heavens, and Savage Stone!

These thirty people were all monsters ranked in the top fifty of the Provincial Examination!

The lowest was a Late Stage Martial Master.

The highest!

Frenzied Song, Peak Martial Master, special Physique "Berserker Physique," growing stronger as he fights!

Soaring Heavens, Peak Martial Master, descendant of a sword dao family, having already comprehended the prototype of Sword Intent!

Savage Stone, Peak Martial Master, born with Divine Power, his External Training reached the pinnacle, his Physical Body comparable to a Great Martial Master!

The three of them led twenty-seven Late Stage Martial Masters onto the stage.

Killing Intent condensed into substance!

The audience stands fell silent.

Everyone knew.

The real battle was only beginning now.

Lin Fan finally stood up from the sofa.

He patted off non-existent dust and looked at the three people opposite him.

"I've been waiting quite a while," he said. "Finally, some decent ones have arrived."

Frenzied Song stood two meters tall with Muscles like rocks. He stared at Lin Fan, his voice hoarse:

"Lin Fan, you are strong."

"But your arrogance ends here."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Soaring Heavens was dressed in white, his long sword unsheathed, his Sword Intent locking onto Lin Fan:

"The Wang family gave us conditions we couldn't refuse."

"So today, you must lose."

Savage Stone beat his chest, making a dull drumming sound:

"Don't blame us for ganging up on you. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too arrogant."

Lin Fan smiled.

He took a step forward.

rubber-rubber fruit ability deactivated.

Fire Cloud Art Internal Energy retracted.

Even the Muscle's Black-Grade Pagoda faded away.

He just stood there plainly, like an ordinary person without any cultivation.

"You guys misunderstand one thing."

Lin Fan said.

"I'm arrogant because I have the capital to be arrogant."

"The strong prey on the weak, the superior win and the inferior lose; this is the law of heaven."

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger one by one at Frenzied Song, Soaring Heavens, and Savage Stone.

"If Heaven wants you to lose, how could I act in a Heaven-Defying way?"

As he finished speaking.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded!

It wasn't an explosion of Internal Energy, but pure strength!

Ancient Desolate Sacred Body, Initial Awakening Form, fully activated!

Pale gold patterns covered his entire body, his blood qi roaring like a Dragon!

His 4.1 blood qi value, bolstered by the Sacred Body, erupted with a terrifying pressure comparable to a Great Martial Master!

"Come."

Lin Fan beckoned with his finger.

"Let me see if you so-called geniuses can..."

"Force me to use a second move."

[Ding! Publicly provoked three Peak Martial Masters, prestige value +1000!]

[Ding! Ancient Desolate Sacred Body pressured the whole field, prestige value +800!]

[Current prestige value: 14,870 points!]

The expressions of Frenzied Song and the other two changed simultaneously!

"Attack!"

On the stage, the air solidified.

Frenzied Song, Soaring Heavens, and Savage Stone looked at each other, a sharp glint flashing in their eyes.

"Since you're looking for death..."

"Then we'll fulfill your wish!!!"

Frenzied Song was the first to move!

Berserker Physique fully activated, his blood qi instantly soared to 5.0, and blood-red battle patterns appeared on his skin!

"Mountain-Breaking Punch—Mountain Crumble!"

His punch shot out like a cannon, the wind from it tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom, aiming straight for Lin Fan's chest!

This punch was enough to punch through half a meter of alloy steel plate!

However.

Lin Fan really didn't move.

He even... let out a yawn.

The punch landed solidly on his chest.

Bang!!!

A dull sound like a drum echoed, and a shockwave exploded!

Then.

Frenzied Song was stunned.

He felt as if his fist had hit a divine mountain that had stood for billions of years!

No, it wasn't just hitting it.

It was that the mountain... didn't even care to notice him!

Lin Fan looked down at the fist on his chest, then up at Frenzied Song, his expression puzzled:

"No strength in hitting people, yet you call yourself a Genius?"

Frenzied Song: "???"

[Ding! Took a punch from a Peak Martial Master head-on, taunt maximized! prestige value +500!]

[Current prestige value: 15,370 points!]

The entire audience was in an uproar!

"He took it head-on?! He took Frenzied Song's Mountain-Breaking Punch head-on?!"

"He didn't even take a single step back?!"

"What kind of Physical Body is this?!"

In the VIP seats, Wang Lie stood up abruptly: "Impossible! He must have used a protective Magic Treasure!"

Colonel Zhao slowly sipped his tea: "President Wang, the referee and the Martial King Senior are watching. If he could use external items, he would have been disqualified long ago."

On the stage.

Frenzied Song's face turned the color of pig liver as he pulled back his fist and struck again!

"Mountain Crumble Double Force!"

The punch force stacked, doubling the power!

Bang!!!

The clothes on Lin Fan's chest exploded, revealing his lean and strong upper body.

On his skin, pale gold patterns flowed, without even a red mark left behind.

"That's it?"

Lin Fan sighed.

"Do you geniuses from the provincial capital usually eat only vegetables?"

"I'm telling you, you need to eat more meat to have strength. Eat more meat in the future, okay?"

Frenzied Song went crazy: "Aaaaaah—Berserker Overlord Body! Open!"

He burned his blood qi, and his punch speed and power doubled again, a storm of fists frantically pounding on Lin Fan!

砰砰砰砰砰!!!

The sounds merged together as shockwaves continuously exploded!

Lin Fan stood where he was, letting him hit.

He even... picked his ear.

"Use a bit more force," he said to Frenzied Song. "I'm still doing okay."

Frenzied Song: "Pfft!"

Overcome with rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled back.

[Ding! Made an opponent cough up blood just by standing still, prestige value +600!]

[Current prestige value: 15,970 points!]

"Brother Chu, step back!"

Soaring Heavens moved.

The sword light was like snow, and the Sword Intent was like frost.

"Soaring Heavens Sword Art—Snow Falling Without a Trace!"

The sword speed reached the extreme, the Sword Qi condensing into a single point of cold light, piercing straight for Lin Fan's throat!

This was the Ye family's ultimate technique, specifically designed to break External Training!

However.

Lin Fan still didn't move.

He only... tilted his neck slightly.

The tip of the sword grazed his skin, leaving only a white mark.

That was all.

Soaring Heavens' pupils shrank: "How is that possible?!"

Lin Fan touched his neck and looked at him:

"So slow?"

"Go home and do some embroidery; fighting isn't for you."

Soaring Heavens' face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and thrust again!

"Thousand Snow Sword Formation!"

The Sword Qi divided into hundreds and thousands, piercing toward Lin Fan's vital points from all directions!

Clang clang clang clang!!!

The sword tips hit his skin, producing the sound of metal clashing, with sparks flying everywhere!

Lin Fan looked down at the dense white spots on his body and smiled:

"Are you giving me a massage? What's the matter, haven't you eaten?"

"How about I order some takeout for you, and we can fight after you've eaten?"