157: Chapter 157 The Night Before the Finals! How Powerful is Zhao Gang's 100x Gravity?

"Brother Shen Mo!"

Lin Fan shouted extremely excitedly at Shen Mo's retreating back.

"Thank you for the information!"

"You are a good person!"

Shen Mo's footsteps paused ever so slightly.

But he did not turn back.

Lin Fan turned to Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan, looking extremely excited.

"Hundred-Fold Gravity!"

"Did you hear that!"

"Hundred-Fold Gravity!"

"This is equivalent to every cell in my body being beaten at the same time!"

"This experience efficiency."

"Is countless times higher than getting hit punch by punch!"

"The finals!"

"I can't wait!"

Xia Wanqiu tugged on Lin Fan's arm, looking extremely worried.

"Brother Fan."

"Hundred-Fold Gravity sounds so dangerous."

"Can you really handle it?"

Lin Fan patted his own extremely iron-hard head with extreme confidence.

"Don't worry."

"With this body of mine."

"Let alone Hundred-Fold Gravity."

"Even a thousand-fold, I'd like to try it."

Murong Yan interjected coldly.

"The thing you fear most in this life isn't being unable to beat others."

"It's not being able to find someone who can hurt you."

Lin Fan nodded solemnly.

"Senior, you finally understand me."

"This is my ultimate fear."

"To be invincible across the world."

"And then have no one left to provide me with experience."

"Then how can I keep getting stronger?"

"That would be the real nightmare."

The three of them walked out of the arena.

Lin Fan looked up at the sky.

He stretched contentedly.

"Tomorrow."

"The finals."

"Hundred-Fold Gravity."

He grinned with extreme anticipation.

"Bring it on."

But what he didn't know was that in the VIP box on the highest level of the arena, a young man in military uniform was recording something with extreme seriousness.

On the table in front of him lay an extremely special communicator.

From the other side of the communicator came an extremely low male voice.

"He took Shen Mo's Annihilation Sphere head-on?"

"And was completely unscathed?"

The young soldier nodded nervously.

"Yes."

"Emperor Lu."

"And his Defense seems to be continuously increasing."

The other side of the communicator was quiet for a long while.

The voice known as "Emperor Lu" spoke again.

"Interesting."

"Transmit the footage of his finals in real-time."

"I want to see for myself."

"In this era."

"Whether 'that type of constitution' has truly appeared."

The second semi-final match.

Northwest Martial Arts University crushed Southern Border Martial Arts University quite decisively.

Captain Zhao Gang only used one move the entire time.

Hundred-Fold Gravity.

The burly captain of Southern Border Martial Arts University was pressed onto the ground.

His bones creaked.

He surrendered after holding on for thirty seconds.

The whole process was extremely simple and brutal.

No fancy skill exchanges.

No intense offense and Defense transitions.

It was purely—I press you, you can't take it, you lose.

Lin Fan sat in the spectator seats and watched the entire match.

His eyes were wide and filled with greed.

"Good stuff."

"Look at that gravity field."

"The whole person is being pressed evenly."

"Every part from head to toe is under stress."

"Isn't this just a full-body spa!"

Xia Wanqiu sat beside him, taking notes extremely seriously.

"Brother Fan."

"Did you notice the few characteristics of Zhao Gang's Hundred-Fold Gravity?"

"First, continuity."

"Once his gravity field is activated, it doesn't stop."

"It's not a hit-and-run attack."

"It's constant pressure every single second."

"Second, range."

"His gravity field covers the entire arena."

"You can't run out at all."

"Third."

Xia Wanqiu looked at Lin Fan with extreme seriousness.

"His gravity can also stack."

"He only used a hundred-fold just now."

"But there is intel that his limit is three hundred-fold."

When Lin Fan heard three hundred-fold, he drew a sharp breath, extremely exaggeratedly.

"Three hundred-fold!"

"Three Hundred-Fold Gravity!"

"Doesn't that mean every second I'm enduring pressure three hundred times my body weight!"

"This experience efficiency..."

He started counting on his fingers with extreme excitement.

"Assuming three Hundred-Fold Gravity gives me 100 points of Defense experience per second."

"That's six thousand in one minute."

"Sixty thousand in ten minutes."

"I'm only twenty thousand away from LV43 now."

"In other words."

"As long as Zhao Gang presses me for four minutes."

"I can level up!"

Lin Fan wriggled in his seat, extremely happily.

Xia Wanqiu closed her notebook, feeling extremely speechless.

"Can you be a bit more normal?"

"People are analyzing the opponent's threat."

"You are calculating the gains from getting beaten."

"You two are not on the same wavelength."

Lin Fan spread his hands, looking extremely innocent.

"What can I do?"

"I was born on this wavelength."

"Even if you want me to change, I can't."

Murong Yan interjected from the other side.

She had just gone to gather intelligence.

"There is one more piece of intel."

"This person, Zhao Gang."

"Is extremely reticent."

"He never talks nonsense with opponents."

"He activates the gravity field as soon as he comes up."

"He presses until you surrender."

"He has a nickname at Northwest Martial Arts University."

"Called the 'Silent Steamroller'."

Lin Fan shook his head in extreme disappointment.

"An opponent who doesn't talk nonsense is boring."

"It lacks a lot of interaction."

"But it doesn't matter."

"If he doesn't talk, I will."

"Am I afraid of having nothing to say with this mouth of mine?"

Murong Yan glanced at him with extreme disdain.

"Your mouth should be welded shut."

The three returned to the dormitory in Building 4 of the North District.

Tonight was the last night before the finals.

Logically, they should get a good rest and adjust their state.

But Lin Fan's "good rest" was not quite the same as a normal person's.

"Senior."

"Wanqiu."

"Come."

"Warm-up training before the finals."

Lin Fan took off his shirt extremely naturally, revealing that extremely solid physique.

"According to custom."

"Mixed doubles."

"Help me adjust my state to the best."

Xia Wanqiu's face turned red instantly.

Every time Lin Fan said "mixed doubles," she felt that these four words sounded extremely wrong.

But in reality, it was just the two of them taking turns using their abilities to attack Lin Fan to help him grind Defense experience.

Although it was as serious as it could get, the scene was indeed extremely easy to misunderstand.

A shirtless man being "served" by two women in turns, while constantly making extremely comfortable sounds.

If anyone saw it, they would definitely call the police.

"Come on."

Lin Fan lay on the bed extremely casually.

"Today, the focus is on training internal organ Defense."

"Tomorrow, Zhao Gang's gravity field will be all-around pressure."

"My internal organs are my current weakness."

"Wanqiu."

"You use the destructive mode of Healing Technique to hit my abdomen."

"Senior."

"You use Delayed Strike to follow up."

Xia Wanqiu stood by the bed, extremely hesitant.

She glanced at Lin Fan's extremely flat and solid abdomen.

The eight-pack abs were arranged extremely neatly, each one extremely well-defined.

When her palm pressed against it, she could feel the layer of extremely hard muscle fibers under the skin.

The texture was about the same as touching a stone, but it was warm.

"You... don't move around."

Xia Wanqiu started to release the destructive mode of Healing Technique, feeling extremely nervous.

A stream of extremely gentle but erosive energy seeped into Lin Fan's abdomen.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Hmm."

"The force is just right."

"A little lower."

Xia Wanqiu's hand trembled slightly.

"Low... lower?"

"No!"

"Any lower and it's out of bounds!"

Lin Fan opened his eyes, looking extremely innocent.

"I meant the lower abdomen."

"The position of the spleen."

"Where did your mind go?"

Xia Wanqiu's face burned a deep crimson instantly.

"You!"

"Speak clearly!"

Murong Yan rolled her eyes from the side, looking extremely impatient.

"Can you two hurry up?"

"Dilly-dallying."

"Move aside."

"My turn."

Murong Yan shoved Xia Wanqiu aside extremely roughly, then smashed her fist against Lin Fan's abs quite decisively.

"Bang!"

"Delayed Strike!"

Immediately after, a second attack of the same power hit the same spot again.

"Bang!"

Lin Fan groaned in extreme comfort.

"Senior is so fierce."

"Again."

Murong Yan raised the corners of her mouth in extreme satisfaction; this pleasure of hitting people was extremely addictive.

The two women, one on the left and one on the right, one responsible for internal erosion and one responsible for external impact, collaborated extremely tacitly.

Lin Fan lay on the bed, eyes closed in extreme enjoyment, while the system notification sound kept ringing in his mind.

Defense experience grew slowly but steadily, and the Defense coefficient of his internal organs was increasing bit by bit.

"That's it."

"Keep it up."

"Don't stop."

Lin Fan muttered in extreme satisfaction.

If this scene were seen by outsiders, it would definitely cause extremely serious misunderstandings.

An hour later, Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan were both slumped on the sofa in extreme exhaustion, but Lin Fan sat up from the bed, feeling extremely energetic.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Internal organ Defense increased by three percent."

"Although not much, it's better than nothing."

He glanced at the system panel.

[Defense Level: LV42 (135000/150000)]

Still fifteen thousand away from LV43.

"Tomorrow, Zhao Gang's Hundred-Fold Gravity should be enough after a few minutes of pressure."

Lin Fan stretched with extreme confidence.

"Level up to 43."

"Then see if I can force him to open three hundred-fold."

"Leveling up twice in one final is not a dream."

Xia Wanqiu curled up on the sofa in extreme sleepiness; her physical exertion today was extremely severe, and her eyelids were fighting each other.

"Brother Fan."

"I'm going to sleep first."

"Have to get up early tomorrow."

Lin Fan took a blanket and covered Xia Wanqiu extremely considerately.

Xia Wanqiu curled her body up in a daze; the blanket was too small, so if it covered her upper body, it couldn't cover the lower part.

The extremely tight black sports pants she was wearing outlined her extremely straight and well-proportioned legs perfectly.

Lin Fan pulled the blanket down extremely self-consciously, covering her legs, then sighed with extreme regret.

"What a pity."

Turning his head to look, Murong Yan had already occupied his bed extremely domineeringly.

She had just finished taking a shower, and her wet long hair spread over the pillow.

The extremely loose black T-shirt on her was Lin Fan's, so it was extremely large and looked like a dress on her.

But her figure was too good; no matter how large the T-shirt was, it couldn't hide that extremely exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, especially when lying on her side, the curves were rising and falling extremely obviously.

Lin Fan looked for two seconds, then walked towards the other folding bed extremely decisively.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go up; it was that he knew the consequences of going up.

Murong Yan's A-Grade Talent [Delayed Strike] could trigger even while asleep.

Last time he turned over in his sleep and touched her, he ended up being shaken off the bed by two Delayed Strikes.

Although it didn't hurt, it was extremely embarrassing.

Lin Fan lay on the folding bed extremely quietly, closed his eyes, and went through the "tactics" for tomorrow one last time in his mind.

Step one: Appear in the most arrogant equipment.

Step two: Taunt Zhao Gang crazily.

Step three: Stand in the middle of the gravity field without moving.

Step four: Enjoy the extremely even full-body experience brought by three Hundred-Fold Gravity.

Step five: Level up. Perfect.

Lin Fan turned over in extreme satisfaction.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the phone rang again.