155: Chapter 155 Scoreboard Referee! Shen Mo, is that all you've got? Three points!

Lin Fan sat up, extremely surprised.

"Brother Shen Mo!"

"How do you have my number?"

Shen Mo replied extremely calmly.

"The organizing committee has the contact information for all contestants."

"I'm calling to tell you one thing."

Lin Fan asked, extremely expectant.

"What is it?"

Shen Mo was silent for two seconds.

"Tomorrow's match."

"I won't be provoked by you like Lei Jun was."

"Your Taunt skill is ineffective against me."

"Because I have already copied a mental Defense type ability."

"Those flashy tricks of yours."

"Are useless in front of me."

Lin Fan finished listening.

Not only was he not panicked.

Instead, he was extremely happy.

"Brother Shen Mo."

"What you said makes me look forward to it even more."

"Being able to hit me with one hundred abilities at full power while in a calm state."

"Is much higher quality than that hot-headed, reckless fighting."

"You must fight seriously tomorrow."

"Don't slack off on me."

"Use your strongest move for every single ability."

"Please."

The other end of the line was quiet for several seconds.

For the first time, there was an extremely subtle fluctuation in Shen Mo's voice.

"You..."

"Are indeed very strange."

Then the call hung up.

Lin Fan put down his phone, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Hehe."

"It even saved me the pre-match psychological warfare."

"He called me proactively."

"It shows he takes me extremely seriously."

"The more serious he is."

"The more seriously he will fight tomorrow."

"The more serious he is."

"The more experience I get to eat."

"Perfect."

Lin Fan closed his eyes, feeling extremely pleasant.

But what he didn't know was.

At this very moment.

In an extremely secretive underground conference room in Beijing.

Several middle-aged men in military uniforms were staring extremely seriously at the recording of Lin Fan's match on the screen.

One of the white-haired old men with gold star shoulder straps spoke extremely slowly.

"This Lin Fan."

"His Defense..."

"Has already exceeded our estimates."

"Pass down the order."

"Contact 'that person'."

"Tell him."

"I need him to personally confirm one thing."

The young officer next to him stood up straight, extremely shocked.

"General."

"The 'that person' you mentioned."

"Is..."

The white-haired old man nodded extremely slowly.

"It is him."

"Level 8 Martial Emperor."

"Emperor Lu Chen."

...

The next morning.

Beijing Martial Arts University Arena.

The venue was packed.

One hundred thousand spectators, plus hundreds of millions of people watching the live broadcast online.

Were all waiting to watch today's semi-finals.

Yesterday's "Wheelchair God of War" act by Lin Fan was just too shocking.

So much so that today's attendance rate surged by forty percent compared to yesterday.

Scalper tickets were hyped up to fifty thousand each.

The arena's maintenance team worked overtime all night.

They re-paved the Level 9 alloy ring that Lei Jun smashed yesterday.

It is said they used three times the thickness of the material.

The referee team also temporarily added twelve high-intensity protective shields.

Fearing it would be punched through again today.

Ten o'clock in the morning sharp.

The broadcast rang on time.

"First match of the semi-finals!"

"Modu Martial Arts University versus Huazhong Martial Arts University!"

"Please let both representative teams enter the arena!"

Huazhong Martial Arts University walked out of the tunnel extremely neatly.

Shen Mo walked at the very front.

Today he changed into an extremely simple black combat uniform.

His entire temperament was extremely restrained.

No different from yesterday.

Clearly, he was not affected in the slightest by Lin Fan's flashy antics.

The members of Huazhong Martial Arts University were also extremely calm.

No one shouted or provoked Lin Fan.

They just walked, lined up, and stood in position in a standard manner.

Extremely professional.

Extremely boring.

Lin Fan curled his lips in the tunnel, feeling extremely disdainful.

"Tsk."

"This is too cold."

"There's no match atmosphere at all."

He turned his head and looked at Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan behind him.

"Are the props ready?"

Xia Wanqiu held up an extremely huge electronic scoreboard, looking extremely helpless.

It displayed "0.0".

Next to it was a line of extremely eye-catching small text.

"Lin's Martial Arts Appreciation — Attack Power Appraisal Center".

"Ready."

Murong Yan was carrying that extremely outrageous big loudspeaker.

"This is also fully charged."

"It can play for eight hours continuously."

Lin Fan nodded, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Perfect."

"Time to go out."

Then he walked out of the tunnel, looking extremely arrogant.

He didn't use a wheelchair today.

Because that trick had already been used.

He switched to a new piece of performance art.

Lin Fan wore an extremely formal black suit today.

He wore a tie.

He slicked back his hair.

Looking extremely business-like and elite.

However.

The chest of the suit had four extremely eye-catching large characters embroidered with fluorescent green thread —

"Paid Beating".

And he was also carrying an extremely formal briefcase.

It didn't contain documents.

It contained the scoreboard and QR code payment sign prepared by Xia Wanqiu.

All the spectators saw Lin Fan's look today.

They were collectively stunned for a second.

Then they burst into a roar of laughter, extremely uniformly.

"Holy shit!"

"Is this here to fight a match or do business!"

"Paid Beating!"

"This guy really turned getting beaten into an industrial operation!"

"Yesterday a wheelchair, today a suit."

"Is he going to wear a dragon robe tomorrow!"

Lin Fan walked onto the ring, feeling extremely calm.

He put down his briefcase, looking extremely elegant.

He took out the scoreboard from it, looking extremely carefully.

He placed it in an extremely conspicuous position at the edge of the ring, looking extremely serious.

Then he took out an extremely exquisite business card, looking extremely formal.

He walked up to Shen Mo.

He handed it over with both hands.

"Classmate Shen Mo."

"Hello."

"I am the Chief Appraiser of the Lin's Martial Arts Appreciation Center."

"Today, I will provide a professional score for your one hundred ability attacks."

"Ten points is the maximum score."

"Below five points is free."

"Above five points, one million per point."

"I hope we have a pleasant cooperation."

Shen Mo looked down at the business card.

It was printed with.

"Lin Fan — Thirty Years of Professional Beating".

"Business Scope: Physics, Magic, Mental, Space, and all forms of attacks".

"Promise: No charge if not beaten to death".

Shen Mo put the business card into his pocket, looking extremely calm.

"Interesting."

His reaction was extremely cold.

No anger.

No provocation.

Just two extremely simple words.

Lin Fan was a little surprised.

This person's state of mind was indeed extremely stable.

If it were someone else, they would have gone berserk long ago.

But it didn't matter.

Lin Fan was least afraid of opponents with a stable state of mind.

Because attacks from people with stable states of mind have more technical content.

Higher quality.

More experience.

The referee stood in the center of the ring, looking extremely nervous.

"Are both sides ready?"

Shen Mo nodded, looking extremely concise.

Lin Fan gave the referee a thumbs up, looking extremely arrogant.

"Ready to start at any time."

"I'm already very hungry."

The referee raised the flag, looking extremely fast.

"First match of the semi-finals — Start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking.

Shen Mo moved.

He didn't talk nonsense.

No Taunt.

No extra movements.

With a wave of his right hand.

An extremely sharp ice blade cut directly towards Lin Fan's neck.

Ice attribute attack.

Extremely fast speed.

Extremely fierce power.

Lin Fan stood in place, motionless.

The ice blade hit his neck.

"Ding!"

An extremely crisp sound of metal clashing.

The ice blade shattered.

There was only an extremely shallow white mark on Lin Fan's neck.

It disappeared in three seconds.

The system prompt sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Suffered Ice attribute attack!]

[Defense + 200! Ice Resistance experience + 500!]

Lin Fan walked to the scoreboard, looking extremely professional.

He pressed the button, looking extremely serious.

The number on the scoreboard changed to —

"3.0".

"Ice attribute attack."

"The intensity is acceptable."

"But the temperature is not low enough."

"Three points."

Lin Fan shook his head, looking extremely regretful.

The audience burst into laughter again.

Shen Mo had no change in expression.

He flipped his left hand.

An extremely scorching fireball appeared in his palm.

The temperature of the fireball was extremely terrifying.

The surrounding air was scorched and distorted.

"Burning Sun!"

The fireball smashed directly onto Lin Fan's chest.

Boom!

An extremely violent explosion.

The flames wrapped Lin Fan inside.

One hundred thousand spectators held their breath, looking extremely nervous.

Three seconds later.

The flames dispersed.

Lin Fan stood in place.

The tie of his suit was burned to ash.

But he was completely intact.

Not even a single eyebrow was burned off.

[Ding! Suffered Fire attribute attack!]

[Defense + 350! Fire Resistance experience + 800!]

Lin Fan nodded, looking extremely satisfied.

Walked to the scoreboard.

Pressed the button.

"4.5".

"Fire attribute attack."

"The temperature is okay."

"But the duration is too short."

"Four and a half points."

"Half a point short of passing."

"What a pity."

Shen Mo's eyebrows moved slightly for the first time.

He switched to the third ability.

Thunder attribute.

"Ten Thousand Thunderbolts!"

An extremely thick pillar of thunder descended from the sky.

Striking straight onto the top of Lin Fan's head.

The entire ring was illuminated extremely white by the thunder and lightning.

The Level 9 alloy ground was scorched with a circle of extremely shocking burn marks by the current.

Lin Fan stood in the middle of the thunder pillar.

His whole body was entangled with arcs of electricity.

His hair was standing up from the electricity.

But his expression was extremely enjoyable.

[Ding! Suffered Thunder attribute attack!]

[Defense + 500! Thunder Resistance experience + 1200!]

[Thunder Tempering Body passive triggered! Muscle density + 0.5%!]

"Oh!"

Lin Fan shook off the residual current on his body, looking extremely excited.

Walked to the scoreboard.

"6.0".

"Thunder attribute attack."

"The intensity is enough."

"Has a paralysis effect."

"Six points."

"Passed."

"But it's just barely passing."

"Brother Shen Mo."

"Can you use something more intense?"

Lin Fan looked at Shen Mo, looking extremely sincere.

Shen Mo took a deep breath.

In the next three minutes.

He continuously switched between seventeen different attribute ability attacks.

Wind blade.

Earth pillar.

Shadow erosion.

Light purification.

Sonic shock.

Mental stab.

Metal piercing.

Poison mist.

Gravity suppression.

Every move was an extremely sharp killing blow.

If it were someone else.

They would have died seventeen times.

But Lin Fan not only took them all head-on.

He also walked to the scoreboard to score after every beating, looking extremely dedicated.

"Wind blade — 2.5 points. Too light, like a hair dryer."

"Earth pillar — 3.0 points. The intensity is lacking."

"Shadow erosion — 5.5 points. A bit itchy but not deep enough."

"Mental stab — 4.0 points. Scalp tingling but not quite there."

"Gravity suppression — 7.0 points. Not bad, not bad, finally felt something."

Every time he scored.

The whole audience would erupt into a roar of laughter, extremely uniformly.

Because that score was just too outrageous.

The dignified last year's national champion.

Level 5 Peak Martial King.

S-Rank Talent.

Full power attack.

Resulted in only seven points at most.

Most didn't pass.

In the auditorium.

Many people had already started scoring along with Lin Fan.

"This one is only three points!"

"No, no."

"Not enough intensity!"

"Should use more force!"

The style of the entire arena had gone completely off track.

From a fighting match to a talent show variety show.

Lin Fan is the judge.

Shen Mo is the contestant.

One hundred thousand spectators are the off-site voting fans.

Xia Wanqiu covered her face at the edge of the ring, looking extremely helpless.

"What kind of match is this."

"The whole audience has been led astray by Brother Fan."

Murong Yan was recording, looking extremely excited.

"This video will definitely trend again once it's released."