156: Chapter 156 The Ultimate Killer Move: Eight and a Half Minutes, Anticipating a Hundredfold Gravity Field

On the arena, Shen Mo had already consecutively unleashed twenty-three types of supernatural abilities.

Lin Fan's system panel was frantically refreshing with experience points, and all kinds of resistances were rising across the board.

There were several resistances that had never been lit up before, such as Shadow Resistance, Light Resistance, and Sonic Resistance, all of which had been activated by Shen Mo.

Lin Fan was enjoying the fight more and more.

"Brother Shen Mo," he said.

"That's twenty-three."

"There are still seventy-seven to go."

"Keep it up."

"You can do it."

A thin layer of sweat finally seeped from Shen Mo's forehead.

It wasn't because of physical exertion, but because he had discovered a terrifying fact.

He had used attacks with twenty-three different attributes, including several types of supernatural abilities specifically designed to counter physical Defense.

Yet, Lin Fan hadn't moved a single step, hadn't let out a single sound, and hadn't even changed his expression.

Every time he finished taking a hit, he would leisurely go to score the move.

This intense contrast was more soul-crushing than any Taunt.

"What exactly is his Defense Level?" Shen Mo felt a sense of doubt for the first time during a match.

The reason his talent was strong was that he could switch between different attack attributes based on his opponent's weaknesses.

There was always one that could hit a weak point.

But Lin Fan had no weaknesses.

Or rather, his weaknesses were not within the range of Shen Mo's attacks.

"The twenty-fourth."

Shen Mo closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, his hands underwent a bizarre transformation.

His left hand manifested an incredibly dense black mist, while his right hand emitted a blinding golden light.

The two completely opposing energies fused before him, forming an incredibly unstable black-and-gold energy sphere.

"Myriad Phenomenon Fusion—Annihilation Sphere."

This was Shen Mo's ultimate killing move.

He forcibly fused two completely opposing attributes, creating an annihilation effect similar to a collision between matter and antimatter.

The destructive power was terrifying.

He had won the championship in the previous finals relying on this very move.

The entire arena went silent instantly.

Everyone stared at the black-and-gold energy sphere with extreme tension.

Even the audience members who had been cheering and scoring along stopped laughing, because the pressure from this move was simply too strong.

The protective shields on the arena were vibrating violently.

Xia Wanqiu's expression changed.

"Brother Fan! Be careful!"

Murong Yan also clenched her fists.

But Lin Fan rubbed his hands together in extreme anticipation.

"It's here, it's here."

"The big move is here."

"This one should be worth at least an eight-point-five, right?"

Shen Mo did not hesitate.

He pushed his hands forward, and the Annihilation Sphere slammed directly into Lin Fan.

"BOOM!!!"

A terrifying explosion erupted in the center of the arena.

A black-and-gold energy wave swept across the entire stage.

Seven out of the twelve protective shields were instantly torn apart.

The audience in the front rows of the stands were knocked off balance by the shockwave.

The entire arena shook violently.

Dust and smoke blocked out the sky, and it took a full ten seconds before it began to dissipate.

Shen Mo stared intently at that spot within the dust.

As the smoke cleared, Lin Fan was still standing there.

His suit was completely ruined.

His upper body was bare, and his pants were burned down to only half their length.

But he himself hadn't even had a scratch on his skin.

In his mind, the system notification sounds were ringing frantically.

[Ding! Sustained an Annihilation attribute attack! Extremely rare compound damage!]

[Defense +3000!]

[Annihilation Resistance activated! Annihilation Resistance LV1!]

[Pain Conversion LV2 triggered! All attributes +20%!]

[Defense Level experience increased significantly!]

[Current Defense Level: LV42 (128000/150000)!]

Lin Fan let out a breath of stale air with extreme satisfaction.

"Refreshing."

"That's the feeling."

He walked to the scoreboard with extreme composure.

This time, he didn't give a low score.

He pressed the button with extreme seriousness.

"8.5."

"Annihilation attribute fusion attack."

"Strength: Excellent."

"Destructive power: Extremely strong."

"Eight point five."

"Currently the highest score."

"But..." Lin Fan paused, then shook his head with extreme regret.

"It's still not enough."

"It's still one point five away from a perfect score."

"Brother Shen Mo."

"Do you have anything stronger?"

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Shen Mo stood where he was.

He lowered his head extremely slowly, looking at his hands, which were trembling violently from the forced fusion of opposing attributes.

This move was his current limit, and also his ultimate killing move.

He had hit Lin Fan with it, and it was only eight point five—not a perfect score.

Shen Mo had been a martial arts genius for several years.

No one had ever judged his attacks by giving him a score.

And no one had ever, after taking his ultimate killing move, told him so calmly that he was still one point five away.

This experience was extremely novel, and also extremely suffocating.

Shen Mo slowly raised his head.

He looked at Lin Fan's incredibly punchable smiling face.

He was silent for five seconds, then did something that everyone found completely unexpected.

He smiled.

He smiled with extreme openness.

"Your Defense is indeed beyond the limit of my attacks."

"I concede."

The whole arena was in an uproar.

The previous champion.

A Level 5 Peak Martial King.

An S-Rank Talent.

He had conceded.

And he had conceded so decisively.

No going berserk, no breakdown, no losing his temper.

He simply and calmly acknowledged the gap in strength.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, was a bit confused.

"Huh?"

"You concede?"

"No way."

"You only used twenty-four types."

"There are still seventy-six left!"

"You can't concede!"

"I haven't had my fill yet!"

Shen Mo shook his head with extreme composure.

"The remaining supernatural abilities don't have as much attack power as the ones before."

"Using them would just be a waste of time."

"I don't do meaningless things."

"Lin Fan."

"You are very strong."

"I hope to see an even more spectacular performance in the finals."

After saying this, Shen Mo turned around and walked off the arena with extreme cool.

The team members from Huazhong Martial Arts University followed him in an orderly fashion.

No one looked back, no one cursed.

They left with extreme dignity.

Lin Fan stood on the arena and stomped his feet with extreme dissatisfaction.

"How could he just concede!"

"I spent an entire night formulating the 'use all one hundred supernatural abilities' tactical plan!"

"It ended after using less than a quarter!"

"This isn't right!"

"The script wasn't written like this!"

Xia Wanqiu walked onto the arena with an extremely wry smile.

"Brother Fan."

"Since they conceded, just accept it."

"You can't force them to hit you."

Lin Fan pouted with extreme grievance.

"Why not?"

"I was all ready to score."

"He ran off after only getting an eight point five."

"That's so unprofessional."

Murong Yan also walked over, carrying her megaphone.

"Forget it."

"This Shen Mo guy really has some substance."

"His mentality is so stable."

"He knows when he can't win and concedes."

"Unlike those hot-headed fools from before."

Lin Fan took a look at the system panel with extreme reluctance.

His Defense experience had increased quite a bit, but he was still over twenty thousand away from LV43.

He hadn't had his fill.

"The finals."

"I must encounter someone who hits hard enough in the finals."

Lin Fan clenched his fist with extreme determination.

The referee announced the result extremely quickly.

"Modu Martial Arts University—Wins!"

"Advancing to the finals!"

Applause erupted throughout the arena, but it was clearly mixed with extremely complex emotions.

Many people didn't know whether to admire Lin Fan's strength or despise his shamelessness.

Lin Fan bowed to the entire audience with extreme generosity.

"Thank you all for your support!"

"The finals are tomorrow."

"The Lin Martial Arts Appreciation Center will continue to be open for business!"

"Welcome to come and hit me!"

Then he picked up his briefcase and walked off the arena with extreme cool.

Xia Wanqiu reminded him in an extremely low voice from behind.

"Brother Fan."

"Your pants are torn."

"The hole in the back is a bit big."

Lin Fan looked down.

The Annihilation Sphere had blown an extremely well-ventilated hole in the back of his pants.

He covered it with his briefcase with extreme composure.

"It's fine."

"It's for ventilation."

Xia Wanqiu took off her own jacket and handed it to him with extreme helplessness.

"Tie this around your waist."

Lin Fan took it with extreme emotion, but discovered that after Xia Wanqiu took off her jacket, the extremely form-fitting white team uniform underneath outlined the contours of her upper body with extreme clarity.

"Wanqiu."

"You should put it back on."

"Going out like this is likely to cause traffic accidents."

Xia Wanqiu snatched the jacket back with extreme annoyance.

"Put it on quickly!"

"Stop dawdling!"

As the two were jostling, Murong Yan walked over with extreme displeasure.

She untied a black waist sash from her own waist and threw it to Lin Fan.

"Tie it on."

"If you dawdle here any longer, I'll kick you off the arena."

Lin Fan, being extremely sensible, quickly tied it on.

The three of them walked off the arena.

Just as they reached the entrance of the tunnel, Lin Fan saw someone extremely familiar standing there.

Shen Mo.

He hadn't left.

He was waiting for Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan."

Shen Mo looked at him with extreme calmness.

"I have a question."

Lin Fan was extremely curious.

"Go ahead."

Shen Mo spoke with extreme seriousness.

"Your Defense."

"Does it have an upper limit?"

Lin Fan thought for a second and answered with extreme honesty.

"I don't know."

"So far, no one has been able to make me find an upper limit."

Shen Mo nodded.

Before turning to leave, he dropped an extremely meaningful remark.

"Your opponent in the finals is Northwest Martial Arts University."

"Their captain is Zhao Gang."

"S-Rank Talent [Hundred-Fold Gravity]."

"He can create a Hundred-Fold Gravity field in a localized area."

"That kind of pressure isn't purely physical damage."

"It's an all-encompassing, continuous crushing of the bones, internal organs, and blood vessels."

"It's different from any attack you've encountered before."

"Be careful."

After saying this, Shen Mo walked away without looking back.

Lin Fan stood where he was, digesting this information with extreme excitement.

Hundred-Fold Gravity.

All-encompassing, continuous crushing.

Bones, internal organs, and blood vessels being pressed simultaneously.

Isn't this exactly what he has been wanting—a source of experience points from uniform pressure with no blind spots all over his body!