159: Chapter 159 The Finals Begin! Zhao Gang, is that all you've got? Give me more!

Whispering voices erupted instantly.

"Holy crap. Isn't that Lin Fan from Modu Martial Arts University?"

"The freak who sits in a wheelchair drinking watermelon juice?"

"What is he wearing today? Fluorescent green??"

"What's written on his chest? 'Pay to Beat Me Up'?"

"Is this guy sick in the head?"

Lin Fan thoroughly enjoyed the attention.

He picked up the megaphone.

Cleared his throat.

"Good morning, fellow students!"

"Today is the final day of the National League!"

"Lin Fan from Modu Martial Arts University greets everyone here!"

"Especially my classmate, Zhao Gang from Northwest Martial Arts University!"

"Brother Zhao Gang, are you up yet?"

"I'm ready today!"

"Feel free to hit me with that Hundred-Fold Gravity!"

"If that's not enough, crank it up to three hundred times!"

"I'm not afraid!"

"I'm begging you!"

The hallway exploded in chaos.

The expressions of the contestants from various schools were incredibly colorful.

Some were scared and backed away.

Some were so angry they were gnashing their teeth.

Others took out their phones to record.

"Livestream, livestream. This guy is at it again."

"Quick, send a barrage. Lin Fan is shouting through a megaphone in the dormitory hallway."

"The National League has turned into a wet market."

Xia Wanqiu pulled at Lin Fan's sleeve, feeling incredibly helpless.

"Brother Fan."

"Can you wait until we leave the dormitory building to shout?"

"People are still sleeping."

Lin Fan turned off the megaphone, looking extremely reluctant.

"Fine, fine."

"I'll let them get some sleep."

"Otherwise they won't have the energy to beat me up later."

The three of them walked out of Building 4 in the North District.

The morning in Beijing was extremely cold.

But Lin Fan was wearing a fluorescent green short-sleeved shirt.

He didn't feel a thing.

With his Defense Level at 42, temperature changes no longer affected him at all.

Xia Wanqiu, on the other hand, shivered.

Lin Fan naturally reached out and pulled Xia Wanqiu to his side.

"Come closer."

"My body is warm."

Xia Wanqiu's face turned red again.

But it was indeed warm.

She didn't push him away.

Murong Yan quickly snuggled up from the other side.

She grabbed Lin Fan's other arm.

"I'm cold too."

Lin Fan had one hanging on his left.

And one hanging on his right.

Walking on the campus road of Beijing Martial Arts University.

The head-turning rate was three thousand percent.

Everyone passing by was looking at them.

Some were jealous.

Some were envious.

Most were just confused.

How could this freak with F-Rank Talent get two school-beauty-level women to stick to him like that?

Lin Fan puffed out his chest, feeling extremely proud.

This is the peak of life.

Although his strength value was only a Level 1 Martial Apprentice.

In terms of overall happiness index, he was definitely in the top three in the country.

The three arrived at the arena.

The venue for the finals was at least five times larger than the previous competition grounds.

The circular stands could hold two hundred thousand people.

It was already half full.

Everywhere there were flags and banners from various schools.

The VIP stand was occupied by officials from the Ministry of Education.

Representatives from the military.

And observers from major sects and families.

As soon as Lin Fan entered the arena.

The megaphone was on again.

"Friends in the audience!"

"Hello everyone!"

"I am Lin Fan from Modu Martial Arts University!"

"Today is the finals!"

"Please watch carefully!"

"I am going to enjoy a full-body spa of Hundred-Fold Gravity in front of the entire nation!"

"Brother Zhao Gang!"

"Are you ready!"

"Put some effort into it!"

"Don't let the audience down!"

The reaction of the two hundred thousand people in the arena was extremely polarized.

The fan zone of Modu Martial Arts University erupted in deafening cheers.

"Lin Fan is awesome!"

"God Lin! God Lin! God Lin!"

"Pay to beat me up! Number one in the country!"

Meanwhile, the audience seats of other schools.

Especially the area for Northwest Martial Arts University.

It was eerily quiet.

Their expressions were very complex.

There was anger.

And fear.

Because they had seen Lin Fan's previous matches with their own eyes.

This guy is not human.

He is a bug.

Lin Fan scanned the whole arena.

Then locked onto the waiting area of Northwest Martial Arts University.

Zhao Gang was sitting there.

He hadn't said a word.

His physique was extremely sturdy.

He was a whole head taller than Lin Fan.

The contours of his muscles were clearly visible under his combat suit.

Square face.

Crew cut.

His expression was extremely cold.

No different from a rock.

Lin Fan shouted at him across the distance.

"Brother Zhao Gang!"

"You said last night that you wanted to crush my bones!"

"I can't wait!"

"Hurry up and come up!"

Zhao Gang still didn't react at all.

He didn't even look up at Lin Fan.

The Northwest Martial Arts University team members next to him, however, were provoked.

A tall, thin guy with glasses stood up and pointed at Lin Fan.

"What are you acting arrogant for!"

"When Zhao Gang turns on the Hundred-Fold Gravity later!"

"You'll know what despair is!"

Lin Fan happily gave him a thumbs up.

"Okay, big brother!"

"I'll remember that!"

"Hundred-Fold Gravity equals despair!"

"I love despair the most!"

"Can you add a little more?"

"Is two hundred times okay?"

"Three hundred times would be even better!"

The tall, thin guy's mouth twitched.

Then he sat back down silently.

No more talking.

He couldn't win the argument.

This guy's brain circuit was not something a normal person could keep up with.

Xia Wanqiu pulled Lin Fan to sit in the waiting area of Modu Martial Arts University.

"Brother Fan."

"Save your energy."

"It won't be too late to Taunt after you get on the ring."

Lin Fan turned off the megaphone, acting extremely obedient.

"Okay, Squad Leader."

"I'll follow your lead."

Xia Wanqiu nodded with great relief.

Finally, it was quiet.

But this silence only lasted for three seconds.

Because Lin Fan took his phone out of his pocket.

Opened the livestreaming platform.

Aimed at the front camera.

"Hey guys!"

"The national finals are about to start!"

"Your Brother Fan is going to challenge Hundred-Fold Gravity today!"

"How many minutes do you think I can hold on?"

"Waiting online!"

"Urgent!"

The barrage exploded instantly.

"God Fan is the eternal god!"

"Please be normal."

"Zhao Gang, hurry up and flatten him."

"Lin Fan's 'Get Beaten Up' livestream room! Number one on the entire internet!"

"Place your bets, place your bets. I bet Lin Fan can hold on for ten minutes without even panting."

Xia Wanqiu grabbed the phone.

"No livestreaming!"

"This is a violation!"

"Communication devices are not allowed during the competition!"

Lin Fan looked at the confiscated phone, feeling extremely painful.

"My traffic."

"My fans."

"Do you know how many followers I have on that account?"

"Three million!"

"You've cut off my money path!"

Xia Wanqiu stuffed the phone into her own pocket.

That pocket was behind her buttocks.

Extremely tight.

The shape of the phone was clearly visible.

Lin Fan stared at that pocket.

He wanted to get the phone back.

But the direction to reach for it was extremely wrong.

He very rationally retracted his hand.

Forget it.

Life is more important than a phone.

Just then.

The arena's broadcasting system rang.

"National Ability League — Finals!"

"About to begin!"

"Please have the representative teams from Modu Martial Arts University and Northwest Martial Arts University prepare!"

"Enter the venue in five minutes!"

Lin Fan stood up, extremely excited.

"It's finally here!"

"Hundred-Fold Gravity!"

"My experience feast!"

He looked back at Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan.

Grinned.

"Ladies."

"Please enjoy this gentleman's performance."

Meanwhile.

In the VIP box at the highest level of the arena.

An extremely sophisticated holographic projection device had been activated.

The image was transmitted in real-time to a military base thousands of miles away.

Level 8 Martial Emperor Emperor Lu Chen sat on the command chair.

On the giant light screen directly in front.

Lin Fan's fluorescent green team uniform was extremely eye-catching.

The corners of Emperor Lu Chen's mouth moved very slightly.

"Is this that kid?"

"What is he wearing."

The young officer next to him explained, extremely nervously.

"Report to Emperor Lu."

"This is his... personal style."

Emperor Lu Chen didn't speak again.

His attention was focused on Lin Fan.

More accurately.

It was focused on the extremely faint golden luster on the surface of Lin Fan's body.

That kind of luster.

Thirty years ago.

He had seen it on someone else.

And that person.

Was the only existence who had touched "that door."

"It's starting."

Emperor Lu Chen spoke, extremely calmly.

"Let me see."

"The 'Undying Body' of this era."

"Just how much it can withstand."

In the center of the arena.

The ring rose.

This ring was at least five times larger than all previous rounds.

Five hundred meters in diameter.

The ground was paved with special black gold rock.

It could withstand the full-force bombardment of a Level 7 Martial Emperor.

Six layers of energy protective shields were set up around it.

Each layer was powered independently.

Obviously, the organizers were scared too.

In the previous semi-finals, Lin Fan took a direct hit from Shen Mo's Annihilation Sphere.

It smashed three layers of protective shields directly.

This time they doubled it.

"Please have the representative team from Modu Martial Arts University — enter!"

As soon as the broadcast finished.

Lin Fan had already darted onto the ring extremely quickly.

He stood in the center of the ring.

The fluorescent green team uniform shone brightly under the spotlight.

The whole person looked like a glowing green lollipop.

Extremely eye-catching.

Extremely painful to the eyes.

The megaphone was on.

The BGM played.

It was that same tacky DJ anthem.

"Untz untz, untz untz —"

The reaction of the two hundred thousand spectators in the arena was extremely uniform.

First silence.

Then roaring laughter.

"Hahaha, this guy is here again!"

"Fluorescent green is the eternal god!"

"Is he here to compete or to go clubbing?"

"Is this the level of the National League finals?"

"No. This is Lin Fan's level. Don't bring the league into this."

Lin Fan twisted his waist extremely flirtatiously on the ring.

Then picked up the megaphone.

"Brother Zhao Gang!"

"Please come on stage!"

"Your VIP customer has arrived!"

"Full-body SPA package!"

"Hundred-Fold Gravity Deluxe Edition!"

"Please start your performance!"

In the waiting area of Northwest Martial Arts University.

Zhao Gang stood up extremely slowly.

His teammates cheered him on one after another.

"Brother Zhao! Press him into a meat patty!"

"Let that trash-talking guy know what strength is!"

Zhao Gang didn't respond to anyone.

There was no expression on his face.

The rhythm of his walking was extremely steady.

Every step carried an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

The moment he stepped onto the ring.

Lin Fan clearly felt the air thicken.

It wasn't an illusion.

It was the gravity field radiating from Zhao Gang naturally overflowing.

Just standing there.

The ground within five meters around him had already developed extremely fine cracks.

Lin Fan rubbed his hands, extremely excited.

"Here it comes, here it comes!"

"This sense of oppression!"

"Comfortable!"

Zhao Gang walked to the center of the ring.

About twenty meters away from Lin Fan.

He finally looked up.

Glanced at Lin Fan.

Extremely indifferent.

Just one word.

"Start."

The referee looked at both sides.

Lin Fan was jumping up and down on that side.

Zhao Gang was motionless on this side.

The contrast was extremely sharp.

The referee raised his hand, feeling extremely helpless.

"National Ability League — Finals!"

"Modu Martial Arts University VS Northwest Martial Arts University!"

"Vanguard Battle!"

"Lin Fan VS Zhao Gang!"

"Start!"