154: Chapter 154 Target: Shen Mo's One Hundred Supernatural Abilities

On the arena stage, the team from Huazhong Martial Arts University walked out.

Leading them was a youth with an extremely slender build.

He had extremely neat, short black hair.

His features were extremely handsome.

His gait was extremely calm.

His whole being exuded an extremely indifferent temperament.

He was Shen Mo.

The champion of the previous National League.

A Level 5 Peak Martial King.

S-Rank Talent [Myriad Manifestations into One].

"So that's him?"

Lin Fan scrutinized him extremely seriously.

"He's quite handsome."

"What a pity."

"He's going to be the victim of my scam later."

After entering the arena, Shen Mo defeated Donghai Martial Arts University extremely cleanly and efficiently.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

He switched between three types of abilities.

Ice-type to freeze the opponent's feet.

Fire-type to burn through the opponent's armor.

Finally, a lightning-type strike to blast the opponent out of the arena.

The audience's applause was extremely enthusiastic.

Yet, Lin Fan was clapping the loudest on the sidelines, extremely excited.

"Good!"

"Beautiful!"

"Three abilities!"

"But that's only three!"

"Brother Shen Mo, you still have ninety-seven more!"

"Don't you dare hold anything back when you fight me later!"

"Use all one hundred of them on me!"

Shen Mo was stepping off the arena.

Hearing this, he glanced at Lin Fan, looking extremely surprised.

He had seen arrogant people, but never one who urged their opponent to beat them to death.

What kind of sickness was this?

Lin Fan waved at Shen Mo extremely enthusiastically.

"Brother Shen Mo!"

"In our match later."

"You must not go easy on me!"

"The thing I fear most is an opponent who doesn't use their full strength!"

Shen Mo withdrew his gaze, looking extremely calm.

He ignored Lin Fan.

But the members of Huazhong Martial Arts University behind him stared at Lin Fan with extreme vigilance.

They had seen the wheelchair drama earlier with their own eyes.

This person was an extremely absurd lunatic.

He absolutely could not be judged by common sense.

The broadcast sounded again.

"Fourth match of the quarterfinals."

"Northwest Martial Arts University versus Lingnan Martial Arts University."

Upon hearing it wasn't his match yet, Lin Fan sighed extremely gloomily.

"Still have to wait?"

"Can't I fight earlier?"

"I can't wait anymore."

Xia Wanqiu grabbed Lin Fan's arm, feeling extremely helpless.

"Brother Fan, be quiet."

"Rules are rules."

"You can't just make them change the schedule."

Lin Fan sat back on his chair, extremely reluctant.

He watched the fourth match, feeling extremely bored.

The captain of Northwest Martial Arts University was an extremely fierce, bald, burly man.

S-Rank Talent.

His fighting style was also extremely violent.

But after taking two looks, Lin Fan lost interest.

"Purely physical."

"Not as interesting as Shen Mo's multi-elemental attacks."

He turned his head to look at Xia Wanqiu, feeling extremely bored.

Xia Wanqiu was looking down, organizing match data.

Fine strands of hair slipped from behind her ears, hanging extremely smoothly near her collarbone.

When she lowered her head, the fluorescent green character "Fight" on her neckline became even more distorted.

Lin Fan tilted his head and studied it for a while, extremely seriously.

"Wanqiu."

"Can you wear dark colors next time?"

"White gets dirty too easily."

Xia Wanqiu didn't even raise her head.

"Why do you care what color I wear?"

"Besides, didn't you customize this?"

"Whose fault is that?"

Lin Fan shrugged, looking extremely innocent.

He had indeed customized it.

But when he customized it, he only considered the font size.

He hadn't considered that the "surface" bearing the font would have such large fluctuations.

This was an engineering error.

It couldn't be blamed on him.

The fourth match ended quickly.

Northwest Martial Arts University won.

By this point, all four quarterfinal matches were finished.

The list of the top four was out.

Modu Martial Arts University.

Southern Border Martial Arts University.

Huazhong Martial Arts University.

Northwest Martial Arts University.

The broadcast rang out.

"The semifinal matches of the top four will begin tomorrow at 10:00 AM."

"First match."

"Modu Martial Arts University versus Huazhong Martial Arts University."

The moment Lin Fan heard this matchup arrangement, he sprang up from his chair, extremely exaggeratedly.

"It's tomorrow!"

"Shen Mo!"

"The hundred-course buffet of abilities is tomorrow!"

He rubbed his hands together, extremely excited.

His brain had already begun to calculate extremely meticulously.

If Shen Mo really used one hundred different elemental attacks, each attribute would provide him with at least one type of resistance experience.

Even if the resistance experience for each wasn't much, adding one hundred together would be an extremely terrifying number.

More importantly, there were some resistances he currently lacked, such as space-type, time-type, and gravity-type.

If Shen Mo happened to have copied these abilities, then he could light up all these scarce resistances at once.

This was an extremely precious opportunity that couldn't be bought with money.

"Tomorrow."

"I must make Shen Mo use all his abilities."

"Not a single one can be missing."

Lin Fan began to formulate his tactics, extremely seriously.

His tactics were extremely simple.

Step one—Taunt.

Step two—Get beaten.

Step three—Continue to Taunt to make the opponent switch moves.

Step four—Continue to get beaten.

Repeat the cycle until the opponent has used up all one hundred abilities.

"A perfect tactic."

Lin Fan nodded, extremely confident.

Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan exchanged a look.

Both of them sighed at the same time.

Tomorrow would be another extremely embarrassing day.

After returning to the dormitory, Lin Fan lay on the large rosewood bed, feeling extremely comfortable.

Xia Wanqiu sat by the bed, reporting today's gains to him.

Murong Yan was curled up on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

"Brother Fan."

"That wheelchair video from today already has three hundred million views."

Xia Wanqiu read the data, looking extremely shocked.

"You are currently the contestant with the highest discussion volume on the entire internet."

"But..."

"Seventy percent are scolding you."

Lin Fan hummed, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Those scolding me must be fans of Jingwu, right."

"It doesn't matter."

"Tomorrow, I will make them scold even louder."

Xia Wanqiu put down the tablet, feeling extremely annoyed.

"There is one more thing."

"The Military Martial Arts University has issued a statement."

"They say Lei Jun was severely injured by you."

"They are demanding the organizing committee hold you responsible for malicious injury."

Lin Fan turned over, looking extremely innocent.

"Malicious injury?"

"He charged up to hit me himself."

"I stood there the whole time without moving."

"He hit me for five minutes."

"I didn't even touch him with a single finger."

"He exhausted himself and vomited blood from the backlash of his own power."

"How can this be blamed on me?"

"Does that mean that in the future, even breathing while standing will count as a foul?"

Xia Wanqiu curled her lips, feeling extremely speechless.

"That is the logic, yes."

"But that wheelchair act of yours was indeed a bit..."

"Too wicked."

Lin Fan admitted it, looking extremely calm.

"It is indeed wicked."

"But being wicked isn't illegal."

"Besides."

"That expert of theirs was the one who spread rumors first that I was a cripple."

"I just used their own plan against them."

"This is called 'all is fair in war'."

Murong Yan raised her head from the sofa.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"You are just purely shameless."

"Calling it 'all is fair in war'."

"You didn't even have a weapon."

"Just a cup of watermelon juice."

Lin Fan raised a finger, looking extremely smug.

"Senior."

"You don't understand."

"The tactical value of that cup of watermelon juice."

"Far exceeds any S-Rank weapon."

"Look at when Lei Jun saw me drinking watermelon juice."

"His mentality completely exploded."

"The subsequent attacks were all filled with emotion."

"Fierce but without any technique."

"The experience added to my Defense from his hits was actually more."

"A three-dollar cup of watermelon juice."

"Earned at least five thousand more points of Defense experience."

"Tell me, is it worth it or not?"

Murong Yan opened her mouth.

She couldn't find any words to refute him for a moment.

Because from the perspective of pure profit, this was indeed extremely cost-effective.

"Fine."

"You win."

"You are always right."

Murong Yan threw her phone aside, feeling extremely irritated.

She got up and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom door wasn't closed tightly.

The sound of water came out extremely clearly.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze, feeling extremely self-aware.

Then he looked at Xia Wanqiu, looking extremely serious.

"Wanqiu."

"Fighting Shen Mo tomorrow."

"Help me prepare a new prop."

Xia Wanqiu frowned, looking extremely vigilant.

"What prop?"

"It won't be a wheelchair again, right."

"The wheelchair won't work anymore."

"Using the same trick twice won't have any effect."

Lin Fan smiled, looking extremely mysterious.

"It's not a wheelchair."

"I need an extremely large scoreboard."

"It needs to be able to display numbers."

"Every time Shen Mo hits me."

"I will give him a score on the scoreboard."

"Ten points max."

"Just like scoring on a talent show."

Xia Wanqiu widened her eyes, looking extremely shocked.

"You want to be a judge on the arena?"

"Scoring the person who is hitting you?"

Lin Fan nodded, looking extremely serious.

"Yes."

"This way, in order to get a high score, Shen Mo will hit harder and harder."

"The more he hits, the more serious he will be."

"My experience points will be farmed faster and faster."

"Two birds with one stone."

"And."

"If he hits me a hundred times and I only give him an average of three points."

"Just imagine how much his mentality will collapse."

Xia Wanqiu was silent for three seconds.

She found that she actually thought this plan was extremely reasonable.

Had she also been led astray by Lin Fan?

"I'll go prepare it."

Xia Wanqiu stood up, feeling extremely helpless.

When she reached the door, she turned back and looked at Lin Fan.

"Brother Fan."

"Have you ever thought."

"What if one of Shen Mo's attacks can actually break your Defense?"

Lin Fan thought for three seconds, looking extremely serious.

Then he answered, looking extremely frank.

"Then I will give him a full score."

"And beg him to do it again."

The corners of Xia Wanqiu's mouth twitched three times.

"...I'm leaving."

"Get some good rest."

"Don't be late tomorrow."

Xia Wanqiu went out the door.

Lin Fan lay on the bed alone.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind, he went over Shen Mo's intelligence extremely quickly.

S-Rank Talent [Myriad Manifestations into One].

Copy and fuse abilities.

Level 5 Peak Martial King.

Previous champion.

His strength is definitely above Lei Jun's.

And most importantly.

The attack types of this talent are extremely diverse.

Physical, elemental, mental, spatial.

Anything is possible.

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more excited he became.

He tossed and turned on the bed.

"One hundred different types of attacks."

"One hundred different types of resistance experience."

"If I can take all of this."

"My resistance panel could directly multiply several times over."

"Shen Mo, oh Shen Mo."

"You are the year-end gift package that Heaven has sent me."

Just as Lin Fan was rolling on the bed, extremely hyperactive, his phone suddenly rang.

It was an unknown number.

Lin Fan picked it up.

"Hello."

"Who is this?"

A calm male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Student Lin Fan."

"I am Shen Mo from Huazhong Martial Arts University."