158: Chapter 158 The Final Day! The coolest kid in the room has arrived!

Lin Fan picked up his phone, feeling extremely annoyed.

It was another unknown number.

"Hello."

"Who is it this time?"

"It's the middle of the night."

A cold, deep male voice came from the other end of the line.

"Lin Fan."

"I am Zhao Gang."

Lin Fan instantly perked up.

"Brother Zhao Gang!"

"You're calling me too!"

"What a coincidence."

"I was just thinking about you."

There was a three-second silence on the other end.

"Tomorrow's finals."

"I won't concede like Shen Mo did."

"My gravity field will be on the entire time."

"Until your bones are shattered."

"Or until you kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Choose one."

After hearing this, Lin Fan sat up on his cot, feeling extremely excited.

"Brother Zhao Gang!"

"You said it perfectly!"

"Keep it on the whole time!"

"Whatever you do, don't turn it off!"

"The thing I fear most is my opponent stopping halfway!"

"Just push with all your might!"

"Push until you run out of strength yourself!"

"If Hundred-Fold Gravity isn't enough, then make it two hundred!"

"If two hundred isn't enough, then three hundred!"

"I'll take whatever you've got!"

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

There was a long, ten-second silence on the other end.

Then, an extremely restrained cold snort came through.

"Madman."

Then the call hung up.

Lin Fan put his phone down, feeling extremely happy.

"Haha."

"Both opponents called me before the match to talk trash."

"This treatment."

"They're giving me so much face."

He lay back down.

This time, he really was going to sleep.

But the moment he was about to drift off.

His phone rang for the third time.

Lin Fan grabbed his phone, feeling extremely irritable.

"Can't a guy get any sleep in the middle of the night!"

"Did you guys coordinate to call me in turns!"

A sweet female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Brother Fan."

"It's me."

"Lin Yue."

Lin Fan's tone softened instantly and became extremely gentle.

"Yue Yue."

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Is your body feeling uncomfortable again?"

Lin Yue laughed softly.

"No."

"I was watching the replay of your match broadcast."

"Brother Fan, you're so amazing."

"The one sitting in a wheelchair drinking watermelon juice was you, right?"

Lin Fan laughed, feeling extremely proud.

"Yes."

"Am I handsome?"

"Your brother here was performing performance art in front of one hundred thousand people across the country."

Lin Yue laughed happily on the other end of the line.

But after laughing a few times, she started coughing.

Lin Fan's heart gave a sharp tug.

"Stop laughing."

"Get some sleep early."

"Once I finish the finals and win the championship."

"I'll use the prize money to treat your illness."

"Then I'll take you out for hotpot."

"Isn't that what you've always wanted to eat?"

Lin Yue gave a soft "Mm."

"Brother Fan."

"You must win tomorrow."

"But."

"Don't get hurt."

Lin Fan smiled extremely gently.

"Don't worry."

"With your brother's body."

"No one in the world can hurt me."

He hung up the phone.

Lin Fan lay on his cot.

Staring at the ceiling for a good while.

He clenched his fists.

Tomorrow's finals.

It wasn't just about grinding for experience.

It wasn't just about the prize money and resources.

It was about a promise.

To take Yue Yue out for hotpot.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, feeling extremely quiet.

That night.

He didn't dream.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, deep inside an extremely secret military base.

An extremely tall figure stood before a giant light screen.

The screen was playing recordings of all of Lin Fan's matches from today.

From the wheelchair and watermelon juice to the scoreboard scoring.

Every frame was being replayed over and over with extreme care.

Level 8 Martial Emperor Lu Chen slowly extended a hand.

He froze the frame where Lin Fan took the Annihilation Sphere head-on.

He observed the extremely faint golden luster on the surface of Lin Fan's body with extreme care.

"Undying Body."

Lu Chen muttered to himself in an extremely deep voice.

"Thirty years."

"Another one has appeared."

Behind him.

The young officer stood there, extremely nervous.

"Emperor Lu."

"Do we need to contact him now?"

Lu Chen shook his head extremely slowly.

"No rush."

"Let him finish the finals first."

"I want to see."

"Just how much pressure he can withstand."

"If he really is—"

Lu Chen paused.

"Then."

"The key to 'that door'."

"Might finally be something someone can hold."

...

Six o'clock in the morning.

The alarm hadn't gone off yet.

Lin Fan was woken up by a strange sensation.

He opened his eyes.

He discovered someone else on his cot.

Xia Wanqiu had moved over from the sofa at some point.

Curled up beside him.

The blanket only covered half of her.

The other half was pinned under her.

Her head was resting on Lin Fan's arm.

Her breathing was extremely steady.

Her nose was almost touching Lin Fan's armpit.

Lin Fan was extremely stiff, not daring to move.

It wasn't that he was afraid of waking her up.

It was that he was afraid of her screaming when she woke up.

That scream was even more terrifying than a Level 6 Beast.

He turned his head extremely carefully.

He took a look at Xia Wanqiu.

This girl was exhausted last night.

There was still a hint of a flush on her cheeks.

Her eyelashes were extremely long.

When she was quiet, she was indeed excessively beautiful.

Her sports vest had rolled up a bit while she was sleeping.

Exposing a small section of her waist.

Extremely white.

Extremely slender.

Her waist dimples were clearly visible.

Lin Fan moved his gaze away with extreme difficulty.

It wasn't that he didn't want to look.

It was that if he kept looking.

He was afraid his body would have some reactions not suitable for the early morning.

"Slap."

A slipper flew over with extreme precision and hit Lin Fan in the face.

"Have you seen enough?"

Murong Yan's voice came from the big bed.

Extremely cold.

Extremely sour.

Lin Fan pointed at his arm, feeling extremely innocent.

"Senior Sister."

"It's not like I wanted to look."

"She rolled over here herself."

"My arm is numb from being pressed on."

"I'm the victim here, okay?"

Murong Yan sat up from the bed.

Her hair was a mess.

The neckline of Lin Fan's black T-shirt had slipped below her shoulder.

Her collarbones were completely exposed.

That extremely obvious cleavage extended from the neckline all the way to...

Lin Fan closed his eyes decisively.

"Not looking, not looking."

"Getting up in the morning is already hell-mode difficulty."

"One on the left, one on the right."

"Are you guys trying to get me to make a mistake?"

Murong Yan gave an extremely disdainful cold snort.

"What mistake would you make?"

"With your strength value."

"It wouldn't matter if you did."

Lin Fan's self-esteem was severely hurt by this statement.

His strength value was indeed only at the Level 1 Martial Apprentice level.

But you can't say that.

This hurt more than being slapped by a Level 6 Beast.

"Senior Sister."

"Some things can be said."

"Some things cannot."

"You are questioning a man's core competitiveness."

Murong Yan rolled her eyes in extreme disgust.

"What competitiveness do you have?"

"You only have one stat that's worth looking at."

"Defense."

Lin Fan nodded solemnly.

"Correct."

"My Defense is high."

"I'm durable."

Murong Yan paused.

Then her face turned red extremely quickly.

"What did you say?!"

"I meant I'm durable when taking hits!"

Lin Fan added extremely quickly.

"What are you thinking about!"

"What is in your head, Senior Sister!"

Murong Yan picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"Bang!"

The pillow hit Lin Fan's face.

It didn't trigger any system prompts.

Because the power was too low.

It wasn't even as strong as a mosquito bite.

This commotion finally woke Xia Wanqiu up.

She opened her eyes, feeling dazed.

First, she saw Lin Fan's face.

About five centimeters away from her.

Then she felt her hand resting on Lin Fan's abs.

Then she realized her whole body was pressed against Lin Fan.

"Ah——!"

An extremely shrill scream echoed throughout Building 4 of the North District.

Lin Fan's eardrums were buzzing.

Sure enough.

It was more terrifying than the roar of a Level 6 Beast.

Xia Wanqiu sprang up from the cot in a panic.

Her face was as red as a boiled shrimp.

"How, how, how, how am I here!"

"Wasn't I on the sofa!"

Lin Fan rubbed his arm, which had been pressed on all night, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Who are you asking?"

"You crawled up here yourself in the middle of the night."

"You even drooled on my arm all night."

Xia Wanqiu subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth.

It was dry.

"You're lying!"

"I didn't drool!"

Lin Fan nodded seriously.

"Right."

"You didn't drool."

"You cried."

"You kept shouting 'Brother Fan, be careful' in your dream."

Xia Wanqiu's face turned even redder.

"I did not!"

Murong Yan interrupted them, feeling extremely impatient.

"Can you two stop showing off?"

"The finals are today."

"They start at eight."

"It's six-fifteen now."

"Less than two hours left."

As soon as Lin Fan heard the word "finals."

All the excitement cells in his body were instantly activated.

"Right!"

"The finals!"

"Hundred-Fold Gravity!"

"My experience feast!"

He jumped off the bed extremely quickly.

"Wash up! Get dressed! Let's go!"

The three of them took turns washing up.

Lin Fan finished first.

Then he dug his "battle robe" out of his suitcase.

That extremely eye-searing fluorescent green team uniform.

The chest read "Charge for getting beaten."

The back read "Come hit me, idiot."

Lin Fan put on the uniform.

He took out the loudspeaker covered in provocative slogans.

Finally, he pulled out an extremely huge banner.

On it was written—

"Zhao Gang! Is your gravity field really only this small?"

"No way, no way?"

Xia Wanqiu came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Lin Fan's full gear.

She covered her face, feeling extremely helpless.

"Brother Fan."

"Can you be a bit more normal?"

"This is the national finals."

"It's being broadcast nationally."

"You're wearing this."

"You've completely shamed our Modu Martial Arts University."

Lin Fan patted his chest, feeling extremely confident.

"Shame what?"

"This is called psychological warfare."

"Break the opponent's Defense the moment you go up."

"The angrier he gets."

"The harder he'll hit."

"The harder he hits."

"The more experience I get."

"This is science."

Xia Wanqiu thought about it seriously.

And found she couldn't refute it.

Murong Yan came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing an extremely professional black combat suit.

The belt was pulled extremely tight.

Completely outlining that extremely exaggerated waistline.

She glanced at Lin Fan's fluorescent green.

Then looked at her own black outfit.

"If I stand with you."

"It's like a normal person taking a mentally ill person out."

Lin Fan clutched his chest, feeling extremely hurt.

"Senior Sister."

"That's too much."

"You should say,"

"A beauty taking a handsome mentally ill person out."

"Handsome is very important."

The three of them finished packing.

They pushed open the dormitory door.

The hallway was already filled with contestants from various schools.

Lin Fan's fluorescent green uniform was extremely explosive in the crowd.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to him.