Chapter 9: You'll get three moves? No, I'm in a hurry to sleep.

The next day, at the Jianghai Third Middle School martial arts arena.

A sea of people gathered, and colorful banners fluttered in the wind.

Almost the entire student body had arrived, and even the principal and several school directors were alerted.

After all, this was the first time in recent years that a student had applied to open the "Life and Death Arena," and one of the main characters was the "Trash" Jiang Chen, who had just created a points myth in the trial.

Around the arena, discussions rose and fell one after another.

The vast majority of people did not think highly of Jiang Chen; after all, Zhao Feng's fierce reputation preceded him, and Jiang Chen, besides knowing how to sleep, didn't seem to have shown any proper Martial Skill.

Only Su Qingyue sat in the front row of the stands, her expression calm.

She had seen with her own eyes how Jiang Chen had tossed a Vajra Ape around like a toy.

Her only concern now was whether Jiang Chen would beat Zhao Feng to death, as that would cause a huge scene.

“Since it's a Life and Death Arena, sign the Life and Death Waiver, and let fate decide!”

The referee teacher gave the order.

Zhao Feng wore a red, specially-made combat suit, looking exceptionally heroic.

Holding an alloy longblade in his hand, he jumped onto the arena aggressively, enjoying the cheers of his subordinates below.

“Jiang Chen! Come up and meet your death!” Zhao Feng roared, his blood Qi erupting, making the air hum and vibrate.

However, Jiang Chen on the other side failed to appear for a long time.

“Where is he? He didn't get scared and run away, did he?”

“He's definitely hiding in the bathroom, not daring to come out.”

Just as the crowd was discussing fervently, a slow-moving figure finally appeared at the entrance of the tunnel.

Jiang Chen yawned, holding half an unfinished meat bun in his hand, and walked onto the arena with sleepy eyes.

“Sorry about that, the alarm didn't go off, I overslept.” Jiang Chen smiled apologetically, took a bite of the bun, and said indistinctly, “Whoever you are, hurry up. I need to go back for a nap after this. This bun is a bit dry, does the referee have any water?”

The entire audience was in an uproar. This is the Life and Death Arena, big brother! Can you show some respect for your opponent? Respect the serious atmosphere? What's the meaning of holding a bun in your hand?

Zhao Feng's face turned livid with rage, feeling immensely insulted.

“Still talking big when death is near! I'm going to knock your teeth out one by one!”

“Begin!” The referee suppressed the urge to kick Jiang Chen off and gave the order.

Boom!

Zhao Feng moved instantly. He stomped his foot, charging at Jiang Chen like an angry bull, the longblade in his hand carrying a scorching wave of air as it slashed directly toward Jiang Chen's face. This strike was heavy and powerful, clearly intended to kill.

“It's over, Jiang Chen is going to be split in half!” Some timid girls covered their eyes.

However, facing this ferocious strike, Jiang Chen stood still on the spot, and even... slowly closed his eyes.

[Hostile attack detected.]

[Activating 'Dream Hosting · Evasion Mode'.]

[Consuming Mental Energy: 1/second.]

Just as the blade's edge was about to touch the tip of Jiang Chen's nose.

Jiang Chen's body suddenly tilted 45 degrees to the left without any warning. The movement was stiff yet eerily precise, like a puppet being pulled by strings.

Swish! The longblade missed, grazing past his ear and striking the arena floor, sending sparks flying everywhere.

And Jiang Chen, taking advantage of this gap, took another bite of his bun.

*Chomp.*

The crisp sound of chewing spread throughout the entire venue via the loudspeakers.

Zhao Feng was stunned. He could even dodge that? And he's still freaking eating?!

Refusing to believe it, he flipped his wrist and swept the longblade horizontally, aiming straight for Jiang Chen's waist and abdomen. Jiang Chen's body again leaned back in a posture that extremely defied human mechanics, bending into a bow shape, barely avoiding the blade's edge.

The bun in his hand remained steady, with not even a drop of oil spilling out.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Zhao Feng roared repeatedly, the blade in his hand dancing into a red storm that enveloped Jiang Chen. Slashing, hacking, lifting, piercing! Every move aimed directly at vital points!

But an eerie scene occurred.

No matter how fast or ruthless Zhao Feng's blade was, Jiang Chen could always dodge at the critical moment with all sorts of inconceivable postures. Sometimes it was a stumble, sometimes he swayed like he was drunk, and sometimes it even looked like he slipped and fell, yet he perfectly avoided the lethal strikes.

What made the entire audience collapse the most was...

As time passed, a clear, rhythmic sound came from the loudspeakers on the arena...

“Wheeze... wheeze... snore...”

Snoring!

He was sleeping! In the Life and Death Arena, facing the frantic pursuit of a top school expert, he was actually sleeping! And he was still eating breakfast!

The entire venue was deathly silent, with only Zhao Feng's heavy breathing, Jiang Chen's snoring, and the occasional sound of smacking lips echoing around.

Mu Qingxue on the stands had already stood up in shock, her beautiful eyes shimmering with an unusual light.

“Is this... Micro-level movement? No, this is more like an instinctive evasion! In an unconscious state, the body makes the most perfect reaction to danger... This kid's martial talent is simply that of a monster!”

On the arena.

Zhao Feng had already slashed hundreds of times without even touching the corner of Jiang Chen's clothes. Instead, he had exhausted himself, panting and drenched in sweat.

The immense sense of humiliation and frustration made him completely lose his mind.

“Jiang Chen!! You dare to humiliate me!!”

A flash of malice crossed Zhao Feng's eyes. Since fair means weren't working, he would resort to foul ones!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three Bone-Piercing Nails glowing with blue light suddenly shot out from his sleeve, aiming straight for Jiang Chen's throat and eyes.

“Despicable! He's actually using hidden weapons!” someone in the crowd exclaimed.

However, Jiang Chen acted as if he were shooing away a fly in a dream and waved his hand casually.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The three Bone-Piercing Nails were actually caught precisely between his two fingers, and then he flicked them back casually.

Shoom!

The Bone-Piercing Nails reflected back at an even faster speed, flying past Zhao Feng's scalp and embedding themselves deeply into the stone pillar behind him, sinking three inches into the stone!

“You...” Zhao Feng was so scared he broke into a cold sweat. At that moment just now, he had felt the breath of death.

“Have you played enough?”

Jiang Chen, eyes closed, finally finished the last bite of the bun and wiped his hands.

“Since you don't want to let me sleep well, then don't blame me.”

Zhao Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly pulled out a red Medicinal Pill from his robe and swallowed it.

“That's... a Blood Burst Pill!” Mu Qingxue's face changed drastically. “Referee! Stop him quickly! That's a forbidden drug!”

The Blood Burst Pill burns blood Qi to forcibly double one's strength for a short period. Zhao Feng was going all out!

Boom!

After swallowing the pill, Zhao Feng's entire skin turned bright red, and his Aura surged, even faintly touching the threshold of the Bone Forging Realm.

“I want you dead!!”

Zhao Feng discarded his blade and formed palms with his hands. A faint layer of flaming Qi actually ignited on his palms. The strongest killing move of the Blazing Palm— Blazing Heavens!

His entire person transformed into a ball of fire, carrying an Aura that could destroy everything as he blasted toward the still "sleepwalking" Jiang Chen. This strike blocked all possible evasion spaces!

“He can't dodge it!” the crowd below cried out.

Just at this critical moment.

Jiang Chen, who had been swaying like a tumbler with his eyes closed, suddenly stopped moving.

[Lethal threat detected.]

[Evasion Mode cannot completely avoid it.]

[Switching mode...]

[Activating 'Dream Counterattack · Mental Shock'.]

[Charging...]

Jiang Chen's body crouched slightly, and his right hand slowly rose.

That movement was very simple, just like... the action of casually swatting a fly while stretching after waking up in the morning.

But in the eyes of experts, this raising of the hand seemed to draw in the surrounding airflow. A terrifying mental pressure condensed in his palm, and a faint purple phantom appeared behind him.

“So noisy.”

Jiang Chen's eyes squinted open a crack. There was no sleepiness inside, only the irritability of having his peaceful dream disturbed, and a flash of purple light passed through the depths of his eyes.

“Get lost.”

“Slap!”

This slap didn't directly hit Zhao Feng's body but was thrown through the air.

But in Zhao Feng's perspective, the world changed.

What he saw was no longer the arena, but an Asura Hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Countless evil ghosts crawled out from underground, grabbing his ankles and gnawing at his Soul.

“AHHH!!!”

Zhao Feng let out an extremely shrill scream; it was the wail of a mental breakdown.

Immediately after, an invisible airwave slammed into him. His whole body was like it had been hit by a high-speed train, flying backward even faster than he had charged forward.

Boom!

Zhao Feng smashed heavily into the wall dozens of meters away, his entire person embedded into the wall, impossible to pry out.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Jiang Chen slowly retracted his hand, yawned, and without even looking at Zhao Feng, walked straight to the referee's table and grabbed that piece of soul nurturing jade to hang around his neck.

[External memory stick detected.]

[System operational smoothness increased by 200%.]

[Mental Energy is rapidly recovering...]

“Comfortable.”

Jiang Chen showed a satisfied expression, turned to look at the already petrified Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue, and asked the question that made everyone faint:

“Uhm... that bun just now had no meat, who else has food? Preferably meat buns.”