152: Chapter 152 Watermelon Juice in the Syringe? Gain Big Experience Points!

"I was just worried that tomorrow's contestants would be too scared to go all out on me."

"Their perfect overthinking has basically spoon-fed this opportunity to me!"

Lin Fan jumped off the bed in high spirits.

He paced around the room barefoot.

Xia Wanqiu looked at the acting-crazy Lin Fan with great confusion.

"Brother Fan."

"People are calling you a cripple."

"Why are you still so happy?"

Lin Fan winked at Xia Wanqiu quite mysteriously.

"You don't get it."

"This is what they call an information gap."

"The more they think I'm a cripple."

"The harder they'll hit during tomorrow's match."

"That's basically a free, super-intense massage!"

Lin Fan rubbed his hands together with great excitement.

"Senior."

"Go to the Modu Martial Arts University infirmary right now."

"Get me a broken-down wheelchair."

"And while you're at it, get two IV tubes and a large drip bag."

"Tomorrow, we're going to put on a realistic bitter-meat scheme for these little cuties."

Murong Yan's jaw dropped in shock.

She looked at Lin Fan's incredibly muscular chest.

"Have you no shame, you beast?"

"How do you look even remotely like a patient when you're bouncing around like that?"

Lin Fan shamelessly grabbed some bandages and started wrapping them around himself.

"To get that silky-smooth free Defense EXP."

"Who needs shame!"

"Tomorrow, I'm going to show them what a brutal beating from society really is!"

Early the next morning.

The National University League quarterfinals began right on time.

The entire arena had been repaired overnight with incredibly sturdy Level 9 alloy materials.

The first match today.

It was Modu Martial Arts University versus the Military Martial Arts University.

The Military Martial Arts University was famous for its tough-guy style.

Every single member was a close-combat maniac.

Especially their captain, Lei Jun.

He possessed the incredibly violent S-Rank Talent [Ancient Tyrannosaurus Transformation].

His strength was terrifying.

At this moment.

Lei Jun stood in the center of the ring with a look of disdain.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

He looked coldly toward the tunnel entrance.

"Is Modu Martial Arts University not going to forfeit yet?"

"Are you really going to carry a dead body up here to fight?"

Just then.

A harsh, squeaking sound of wheelchair wheels came from the tunnel.

The 100,000 people in the audience fell silent in unison.

They all turned their heads to look at the entrance.

Xia Wanqiu was seen struggling to push a rusty, broken wheelchair out.

On the wheelchair.

Lin Fan sat slumped, looking incredibly weak.

He was covered from head to toe in exaggerated white bandages.

He looked just like a mummy.

Only his eyes were visible.

A conspicuous IV pole stood upright on his head.

A bag of bright red liquid hung from it.

A tube was connected directly to Lin Fan's arm.

Murong Yan dutifully held up a sign on the side.

On it, four arrogant characters were written:

[Wheelchair War God]

Lin Fan coughed with great difficulty.

Every time he coughed.

A trace of bright red blood would leak from the corner of his mouth in perfect coordination.

This miserable sight.

Instantly caused the entire audience to erupt in mockery.

The experts were right.

This kid's treasure was shattered.

He couldn't even walk anymore.

Lei Jun sneered with disdain.

"Lin Fan."

"I advise you to just get off the stage."

"My punch is incredibly fierce."

"Not to mention a crippled invalid like you."

"Even a Level 7 monster would die from it."

Lin Fan raised a hand weakly.

He beckoned with his finger in a provocative manner.

His voice was hoarse.

"Grandson."

"Stop yapping."

"If you can't kill me today."

"Then you're just my turtle-son."

Lei Jun roared in a fury.

His eyes turned blood-red instantly.

"You're courting death!"

The muscles on his body expanded terrifyingly.

His clothes were ripped apart.

His entire body was covered in a thick layer of ancient dragon scales.

He stomped and shattered the alloy floor.

Like a violent heavy tank.

Accompanied by a piercing sonic boom.

He charged straight at Lin Fan in the wheelchair.

Lei Jun's massive body kicked up a wild hurricane in mid-air.

The protective shield around the ring rippled violently from the pressure.

In the Military Martial Arts University rest area.

Several team members in camouflage stood up excitedly.

"The captain used [Tyrant Dragon Fall] right from the start!"

"With this violent power stacking."

"Even in his prime, that kid would be smashed into meat paste."

"A waste who relies on external forces dares to sit in a wheelchair and provoke us."

"He's picking a bad day to die."

On the ring.

Following Lin Fan's secret instructions.

The moment Lei Jun rushed over.

Xia Wanqiu let go of the wheelchair.

She used light footwork to dodge to the edge of the ring.

Before leaving, she even thoughtfully applied the brakes to the wheelchair.

This ridiculous action.

Left the audience stunned.

Could the school beauty of Modu Martial Arts University be a black-hearted green tea bitch?

She had actually abandoned her severely injured teammate.

Just as Lei Jun's terrifying fist was about to hit Lin Fan.

Lin Fan closed his eyes comfortably.

He leaned back against the wheelchair.

He even adjusted himself into a comfortable position to take a hit.

"BOOM!"

A deafening sound exploded in the center of the ring.

A violent shockwave kicked up clouds of alloy debris.

The entire Level 9 alloy ring was smashed into a terrifying crater.

Dust billowed into the sky.

Completely obscuring everyone's vision.

The audience gasped in shock.

"Too brutal."

"He's going to beat him until not even slag remains."

Lei Jun stood at the edge of the crater, looking smug.

He looked at his incredibly hard dragon-scaled fist.

He was about to turn around and accept the crowd's cheers.

Just then.

A dissatisfied complaint came from the dust.

"Damn it."

"Was your crappy attack aimed at my wheelchair on purpose?"

"I spent two hundred bucks renting this!"

Lei Jun turned his head in disbelief.

His vertical pupils shrank to the size of needles.

The dust cleared.

Lin Fan was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the crater, completely safe.

The broken wheelchair underneath him had long since turned into scrap metal.

But the exaggerated bandages on his body were spotless.

Not even a single thread was broken.

Lin Fan brushed the dust off himself with disdain.

The system notification in his head was buzzing frantically.

[Ding! Sustained heavy hit from Level 5 High-Rank Tyrannosaurus!]

[Defense Level EXP +8000!]

[Congratulations Host! Physical Resistance LV2 proficiency +50%!]

[Pain Conversion LV2 triggered! All attributes increased by 20%!]

Lin Fan stretched comfortably.

This savage from the Military Martial Arts University was truly a perfect EXP baby sent by heaven.

This pure physical attack.

Felt ten thousand times better than those flashy superpowers.

Lei Jun looked at the unscathed Lin Fan like he had seen a ghost.

"Impossible!"

"How could a cripple like you block my Tyrant Dragon Fist!"

Lin Fan sighed, looking annoying.

He calmly took the bright red blood bag off the intact IV pole above his head.

He skillfully bit the corner of the bag.

He tilted his head back and took a satisfying gulp.

Then he burped with satisfaction.

"Ah."

"This iced watermelon juice is so refreshing."

The 100,000 spectators fell into a dead silence.

Then, a roar of fury erupted.

"What the hell!"

"That's not a blood bag at all!"

"It's ridiculous watermelon juice!"

"This bastard isn't even injured!"

"To hell with the experts!"

Lei Jun's face turned bright red instantly.

He felt like he had been severely humiliated by Lin Fan, treated like a monkey.

"Lin Fan!"

"You shameless scoundrel!"

"I'm going to tear you to pieces today!"

Lei Jun roared in a frenzy.

He activated the second form of his S-Rank Talent.

A three-meter-long, thick dragon tail grew out from his tailbone in a bizarre fashion.

It was covered in sharp bone spurs.

He lunged at Lin Fan like a maniac.

Fists.

Dragon tail.

Knees.

Dense attacks rained down on Lin Fan like a storm.

Lin Fan had no intention of dodging.

He welcomed the attacks with excitement.

He even thoughtfully guided Lei Jun.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Hit the left side."

"My left shoulder was pressed by the hard alloy just now."

"It's a bit sore."

"Put some effort into it!"

"Is your soft tail underdeveloped?"

A bizarre scene unfolded on the ring.

A frenzied half-beast man was suppressing a bandage-wrapped monster, unleashing attacks for a full five minutes.

The entire alloy ring was torn to pieces by the impact.

But the bandage monster not only let out perverted moans of enjoyment.

He even found time to take a sip of icy watermelon juice.

The system notifications in Lin Fan's mind were spamming crazily.

His EXP was skyrocketing like a rocket.

He was getting closer and closer to the LV43 bottleneck.

But Lei Jun had severely overdrawn his stamina.

He was panting heavily.

The dragon scales on his body began to fade slowly.

His punching speed was visibly declining.

Lin Fan frowned in dissatisfaction.

He grabbed Lei Jun's incoming fist.

He said unhappily.

"Time's up."

"Your weak strength can no longer bring me pleasure."

Lei Jun tried to pull his fist back in terror.

Only to find that Lin Fan's hand was like an iron clamp, immovable.

Lin Fan grinned cruelly.

"Since you've got no strength left."

"Then taste your own proud power."

[Thorn Armor LV3! 300% True Damage Reflection!]

Lin Fan decisively activated the reflection.

The damage accumulated from Lei Jun's crazy five-minute output.

In this instant.

With three times the power, courtesy of the system.

It traveled directly down Lin Fan's arm.

And surged violently back into Lei Jun's body.

"Pfft!"

Lei Jun spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments.

A harsh sound of bone breaking came from his thick arm instantly.

His entire body was blasted out of the ring like a broken sack.

He crashed heavily into the Military Martial Arts University rest area.

Directly collapsing the thick load-bearing wall.

He passed out on the spot.

Lin Fan stylishly tore off the bandages on his body.

Revealing his muscular upper body.

He walked up to the referee with an arrogant attitude.

He took the megaphone from the dumbfounded referee.

And shouted loudly to the whole audience.

"Who else!"

"You stupid, bullshit experts listen up!"

"I, Lin Fan."

"Am the invincible Wheelchair War God of this league!"

"If you aren't convinced."

"You are welcome to bring money and come up here to kill me!"

At this moment, Lin Fan.

His Defense Level successfully broke through the difficult barrier.

Amidst a silence of shock.

He turned his head and looked at Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan with a flamboyant expression.

"Senior."

"Wanqiu."

"Get the payment QR code ready."

"I want to see who dares to come up next for a free beating!"