149: Chapter 149 The bathhouse attendant is on duty? Give him more pressure!

On the arena, violent lightning mixed with four distinct rays of elemental power instantly sealed off all of Lin Fan's retreat paths.

Level 5 Peak Martial King Long Xiaotian led the charge.

After his heavy black iron blade broke, he had replaced it with a long-handled war hammer flickering with purple light.

The hammer head was wreathed in lightning as thick as a water bucket.

That was the ultimate outburst of his S-Rank Talent, Thunder Prison.

The other four team members were also top geniuses from Beijing Martial Arts University: two Level 4 High-Rank Martial Masters, and two Level 4 Peak Martial Masters.

Wind Blade, Fireball, Ice Pierce, and Earth Spike—four types of A-Rank elemental powers, combined with Long Xiaotian's lightning war hammer, came crashing down toward Lin Fan's head like a deluge.

The hundred thousand spectators in the arena erupted into hysterical screams.

Some even covered their eyes, afraid to watch the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

Five against one.

This was definitely a one-sided massacre.

On the VIP platform, Vice Principal Yan Zhen, who had just been revived, stared fixedly at the center of the arena.

A hideous grin twisted the corners of his mouth.

"Go to hell, you little beast!"

At the edge of the arena, Murong Yan gripped her black leather whip tightly.

The whip pressed against her long, shapely thighs.

Her tight-fitting combat suit was stretched taut by her proud curves, accentuating the breathtaking arc of her rounded buttocks.

Xia Wanqiu held a pink calculator in her hand.

Her extremely exaggerated, ample chest heaved violently with each breath.

Neither woman felt even the slightest bit of worry.

They knew this pervert too well.

Lin Fan stood in the center of the five terrifying attacks.

Not only did he make no move to defend himself, but he instead spread his arms in extreme excitement, even deliberately puffing out his chest.

"Well done!"

"Don't be damn polite!"

"Give it everything you've got for me!"

Lin Fan roared in his heart.

He instantly activated his God-level active skill: Mask of the God of Taunt.

Taunt Aura LV4.

The dual God-level buffs stacked instantly.

An extremely strange and powerful mental wave instantly radiated from Lin Fan as the center, spreading out to a radius of two hundred meters.

The first to bear the brunt were Long Xiaotian and the other four in mid-air.

They had originally reserved some of their strength to guard against Lin Fan's countermoves, but under the shroud of these two layers of "intelligence-lowering" auras, their minds instantly went blank.

Their rationality completely collapsed.

They now had only one thought: to smash the incredibly annoying green-headed fly in front of them into a pulp.

"Kill!"

Long Xiaotian roared.

He burned his internal essence blood, and the lightning on his war hammer surged three times over.

The other four, eyes bloodshot, emptied all the spiritual energy in their dantian.

"Boom!"

The five terrifying attacks slammed solidly into Lin Fan.

The massive shockwave blasted a huge crater into the hard black diamond rock arena.

Debris and dust filled the sky, instantly swallowing Lin Fan's figure.

The entire arena fell silent for a second, then erupted into earth-shaking cheers.

"He's dead!"

"That arrogant hick definitely won't have even a scrap left!"

"Captain Long is mighty!"

The students from Beijing Martial Arts University jumped up from their seats in excitement.

Vice Principal Yan Zhen also let out a long sigh of relief.

But before he could finish exhaling, a sound of extreme comfort suddenly drifted out from the dust in the center of the arena.

"Ah…"

"That's the exact amount of pressure!"

"Captain Long, this lightning massage has improved quite a bit since yesterday!"

"You, the one playing with fire on the left."

"Are you weak or something?"

"With such low temperature, are you trying to give me a scraping massage?"

A gust of wind blew away the dust.

Lin Fan stood in the middle of the crater, completely unharmed.

Apart from a few holes in his fluorescent green team uniform, he didn't even have a scratch on his skin.

A wisp of contented smoke rose from the top of his head.

At this moment, his mind was being flooded with notifications.

[Ding! Suffered a heavy lightning strike from a Level 5 Peak Martial King!]

[Lightning Resistance proficiency increased!]

[Triggered Thorn Armor LV3!]

[Ding! Suffered a flame attack from a Level 4 Peak Martial Master!]

[Triggered Thorn Armor LV3!]

[Defense Level experience +8000!]

[All attributes increased!]

It felt good.

Damn good.

Lin Fan felt every cell in his body frantically absorbing energy.

This kind of treatment, with five people giving him a "full-body spa" at once, was truly rare.

Meanwhile, Long Xiaotian and the other four standing opposite him were in a miserable state.

The moment that attack landed on Lin Fan, an extremely terrifying rebound force flowed back into their bodies through their weapons and elemental powers.

It was a 300% true damage rebound.

Not only that, the Soul Shock effect from the Thorn Armor slammed directly into their brains.

"Pfft!"

The Level 4 Martial Master playing with fire spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments.

His arms hung limply, the bones shattered inch by inch.

He flew backward for over a dozen meters, slammed heavily into the arena's protective shield, and slid down, life or death unknown.

The remaining three team members weren't doing any better.

They were all kneeling on the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, vomiting frantically.

Their weapons were shattered all over the ground.

They didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Only Long Xiaotian, relying on his Level 5 Peak strength and S-Rank Talent, forcibly endured the rebound.

However, the webs of his hands holding the war hammer were split open, and blood dripped down the hammer handle, tap, tap, tap.

The cheers of the hundred thousand spectators were cut short instantly, as if strangled by the Grim Reaper.

Everyone's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

What kind of monster was this?

Five people used their ultimate moves on one person.

The person being hit was enjoying it inside, while the attackers were all crippled.

Was this magic?

The commentator's hand holding the microphone shook as if he had Parkinson's.

"This…"

"Modu Martial Arts University's contestant, Lin Fan."

"What kind of elemental power does he have?"

"I've commentated on matches for ten years and have never seen a scene like this."

Lin Fan brushed the dust off his shoulders with disdain.

He strolled over to Long Xiaotian, who was kneeling on the ground, and reached out to pat Long Xiaotian's cheek.

"Captain Long."

"You Beijing Martial Arts University folks aren't up to scratch."

"The five of you combined aren't as strong as that giant toad from yesterday."

"Shouldn't your massage parlor go out of business?"

Long Xiaotian's self-esteem was being torn apart and trampled.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Lin Fan.

However, the effect of the Taunt Aura was still ongoing.

He couldn't suppress the rage in his heart at all.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Long Xiaotian roared.

He opened his mouth and bit down on the tip of his tongue.

He sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the war hammer in his hand.

He was going to risk his life.

Xia Wanqiu saw this scene from off the stage.

She quickly took small, hurried steps to the edge of the arena.

She held up the pink calculator in her hand, her large, watery eyes looking at Long Xiaotian with extreme seriousness.

"This classmate."

"You just ruined Brother Fan's team uniform."

"This uniform is a specially customized, extremely rare piece of combat equipment."

"Five million each."

"You also shouted loudly just now and scared Brother Fan."

"Ten million for emotional distress."

"Will you be paying by card or bank transfer?"

Xia Wanqiu's voice, sweet to the bone, combined with such extremely black-bellied extortion lines, drove Long Xiaotian to lose the last shred of his sanity.

He raised his war hammer, intending to smash it toward Xia Wanqiu.

A flash of extremely dangerous cold light flickered in Lin Fan's eyes.

He kicked Long Xiaotian in the chest.

"You can hit me."

"But if you dare touch my people."

"You can forget about keeping your dog life today."

Lin Fan stood in front of Xia Wanqiu in an extremely overbearing manner.

His broad back made Xia Wanqiu's small face turn completely red.

Her two long, slender legs rubbed together uneasily.

Vice Principal Yan Zhen, on the spectator stand, could finally no longer sit still.

He could not watch as Beijing Martial Arts University's top geniuses were all crippled here.

He suddenly pulled a palm-sized, blood-red skull from his bosom.

That was a Level 7 red equipment, Crying Infant Spirit, a vicious hidden weapon specifically targeting the soul and mind.

"Lin Fan."

"Go to hell!"

Vice Principal Yan Zhen viciously crushed the skull under his sleeve.

A faint, blood-red sound wave slipped in through a blind spot in the arena's protective shield.

Its speed was extreme, and it plunged directly into the back of Lin Fan's head.

This thing was colorless and odorless, and its activation was extremely covert.

Even the on-site referees didn't notice anything unusual.

This was a forbidden weapon Vice Principal Yan Zhen had spent half his fortune to obtain from the black market.

Once entangled by the Crying Infant's wail, even a Level 6 Martial Saint would instantly suffer a mental breakdown, falling into terrifying hallucinations and drawing their blade to commit suicide.

Vice Principal Yan Zhen's aged face was full of extremely cruel cold smiles.

He stared fixedly at Lin Fan on the arena, preparing to enjoy the beautiful sight of this monster bleeding from his seven orifices, going mad, and self-mutilating.

The moment the blood-red sound wave entered his body, Lin Fan's movements paused abruptly.

He felt an extremely sharp and shrill child's crying suddenly appear in his mind.

This crying sound seemed to have grown countless barbed tentacles, frantically drilling into the depths of his soul, attempting to tear apart his rationality.

"Brother Fan!"

Xia Wanqiu was standing right behind Lin Fan.

She had acutely sensed a slight stiffness in Lin Fan's body.

Her eyes instantly turned red with anxiety.

The high-level Healing Technique light orb in her hand was about to be smashed toward Lin Fan without hesitation.

Murong Yan also whipped her leather whip with extreme irritability.

The whip cracked in the air with an extremely harsh sonic boom.

"Who the hell is pulling dirty tricks behind our backs!"

Murong Yan locked her gaze directly onto Vice Principal Yan Zhen on the VIP platform.

But just as Xia Wanqiu's light orb was about to leave her hand, Lin Fan waved his hand very casually.

"Don't worry."

"I'm enjoying this."

Not only did Lin Fan not go mad or commit self-mutilation, but he instead closed his eyes in extreme enjoyment, and even twisted his neck in a flamboyant manner.

In his mind, the system's cold, mechanical voice was frantically flooding the screen.

[Ding! Suffered a Level 7 mental curse attack!]

[Mental Resistance LV1 proficiency skyrocketed!]

[Pain Conversion LV2 triggered!]

[Converting mental stinging pain into extreme pleasurable adrenaline!]

[Mental Resistance LV1 upgraded to LV2!]

[All attributes increased!]

It felt amazing.

Lin Fan felt as if hundreds of little fairies were giving him a deep head massage inside his brain.

That tingling sensation that struck directly at his soul made him unable to help but hum out loud.

The cold smile on Vice Principal Yan Zhen's face completely froze.

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter and shattered into pieces.

He simply couldn't believe his eyes.

This was the Crying Infant Spirit, for heaven's sake.

It was a Level 7 vicious forbidden weapon that could drive people insane.

Not only was this kid fine, but he was also there twisting his waist and wiggling his butt?

Who exactly was the pervert here?