161: Chapter 161 Under the Star-Destroying Palm

Two hundred thousand people erupted in an incredibly shocked roar.

"He's stretching under three hundred times gravity???"

"Is this something a human can do?"

"Zhao Gang: Is my gravity field broken?"

"No. Your gravity field isn't broken. It's your opponent's Defense that's broken."

"To be precise, it's his opponent's brain that's broken."

Lin Fan took a very satisfied look at his system panel.

[Defense Level: LV43 (800 / 200000)]

He had just leveled up.

The experience bar was reset to zero.

The next level required two hundred thousand experience points.

He only had eight hundred now.

It was still a long way off.

"Brother Zhao Gang!"

Lin Fan shouted at his opponent.

His voice was extremely relaxed.

"Hundred-Fold Gravity is actually pretty good!"

"It felt quite nice just now!"

"But I just leveled up."

"Now, three hundred times isn't quite enough!"

"Can you increase it further?"

"Three hundred and fifty times?"

"Four hundred times?"

"Can you do it?"

Zhao Gang's expression finally changed.

It wasn't anger.

It was a rare sense of bewilderment.

His Hundred-Fold Gravity was his limit.

It wasn't that he didn't want to increase it.

He simply couldn't.

Yet this person...

Not only had he withstood it...

He was asking if he could increase the intensity.

This feeling...

It was as if you had clearly played your strongest trump card, but the opponent thought you were just warming up.

"You're crazy."

It was the first time Zhao Gang had said more than two words.

His voice was extremely low.

Extremely repressed.

Lin Fan shook his head very sincerely.

"Not crazy."

"I just feel like I can take a bit more pressure."

"Don't stop yet."

"Look."

"Every second you press down on me,"

"I'm getting stronger."

"If you press for one more minute,"

"I'll gain over ten thousand more experience points."

"Do me a favor, please."

"Big Brother Zhao Gang."

"Help a brother out."

"Press for another ten minutes."

"Just ten minutes."

"I promise I won't fight back."

The corners of Zhao Gang's mouth twitched violently.

Was this guy really here to fight in the finals?

Why did it sound more like he was asking for a spa treatment?

The audience was laughing so hard they were gasping for air.

Comments flew across the screen.

"Lin Fan asking Zhao Gang to 'press for another ten minutes.' This sounds wrong no matter how you listen to it."

"Zhao Gang: Am I here to compete or to give you physical therapy?"

"The National League finals have turned into a massage parlor."

"Lin Fan's greatest enemy in this life isn't any opponent. It's that no one can hurt him."

Zhao Gang did not respond to Lin Fan's request.

He had realized a grim fact.

Hundred-Fold Gravity could not crush Lin Fan.

It couldn't even injure him.

If this match relied solely on the gravity field, he couldn't win.

Zhao Gang made a decision.

He slowly raised his right hand.

He didn't turn off the gravity field.

But in the palm of his right hand, a mass of thick gray energy condensed.

"You want more pressure?"

Zhao Gang's voice was icy.

"Then I'll give it to you."

"Gravity Condensation—Star-Extinguishing Palm!"

The gray energy compressed rapidly in his palm.

After compressing to the limit, Zhao Gang took a step forward.

Within the three hundred times gravity field, his own movement was severely restricted.

But he still took that step.

Towards Lin Fan, he unleashed a palm strike.

This strike was not a normal slap.

It was the entire power of the three hundred times gravity field condensed into his palm, then released at a single, highly concentrated point.

It was equivalent to pressing the gravity of the entire arena onto an area the size of a palm.

This power was enough to shatter a mountain.

When Lin Fan saw this palm strike, his eyes lit up with extreme greed.

"Good stuff!"

"That's more like it!"

"What's the point of just pressing down?"

"You've got to bring some real power!"

Not only did he not dodge, but he proactively puffed out his chest.

The four words on his chest—'Paid to Get Beaten'—were facing Zhao Gang's palm directly.

"Bang—!!"

The strike landed squarely on Lin Fan's chest.

A terrifying shockwave erupted from the point of contact.

The inner three layers of the six-layer protective shield shattered instantly.

The fourth layer developed dense cracks.

The arena floor collapsed more than a meter deep from the center point.

The entire stadium shook violently.

Many people in the audience were unable to stand due to the aftershocks.

Xia Wanqiu's face turned pale for a moment.

But she recovered extremely quickly.

Because she was used to it.

It was always like this.

It looked terrifying, but the result—

The dust settled.

Lin Fan stood in place.

His right foot had moved back about three centimeters compared to his left.

Yes.

Three centimeters.

Other than that, he was completely unharmed.

He looked down at his chest.

There was a clear palm print on the four words 'Paid to Get Beaten'.

It was Zhao Gang's handprint.

But that palm print—

It only remained on his clothes.

There wasn't even a red mark on his skin.

[Ding! Sustained S-Class Condensed Gravity attack!]

[Defense +800!]

[Triggered [Thorn Armor LV3]! Reflects 300% true damage and adds Soul Shock!]

[Triggered [Pain Conversion LV2]! Pain converted into a 20% increase in all attributes!]

"Bang!"

Zhao Gang's body recoiled violently by three steps.

His right palm—the bones of his entire hand emitted a dense sound of fracturing in an instant.

Not a break, but pulverization.

From the phalanges to the metacarpals to the carpals, everything was crushed.

Three hundred times the rebound damage, plus Soul Shock.

Zhao Gang's brain was pierced by an intense mental shockwave.

His vision blurred for a moment.

Then he regained consciousness.

Looking at his completely deformed right hand, he didn't cry out in pain.

Because he was the "Silent Steamroller."

But his face turned pale.

"What is your body made of?" Zhao Gang asked with great difficulty.

Lin Fan shrugged nonchalantly.

"Nothing much. It's just a bit tougher than the average person's."

Zhao Gang looked down at his shattered right hand, then up at Lin Fan's unscathed chest.

"Average person?"

"..."

He fell silent.

The whole stadium fell silent.

Then Lin Fan broke the silence.

"Brother Zhao Gang, your hand doesn't look too good. Why don't you heal it first? Then we can continue pressing? I'm not in a rush. Really. Take your time."

The corners of Zhao Gang's mouth twitched bitterly.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but his right hand was already ruined.

Furthermore, the reflected Soul Shock had consumed nearly half of his mental energy.

Coupled with the physical exertion of maintaining the three hundred times gravity field, his current state was likely not even forty percent of his peak.

"You win," Zhao Gang said calmly.

His voice held no anger, no unwillingness, only a pure admission of defeat.

"My gravity field can't hurt you. My Star-Extinguishing Palm can't hurt you either. Instead, I ruined a hand from your rebound damage. There's no point in continuing."

He looked at Lin Fan.

"You are the most outrageous opponent I have ever seen."

Lin Fan sighed in extreme disappointment.

"Big Brother Zhao Gang! Don't give up! Your gravity field is still on! Can't you press for another ten minutes before giving up? Just ten minutes! If not, five minutes is fine! Three minutes? One minute? Thirty seconds is fine too, Brother!"

Zhao Gang's expression was subtle.

He had competed for so many years, winning and losing, but he had never encountered someone who would chase after him to beg him to keep fighting after he had conceded.

"Are you serious?"

"I am extremely serious!"

Lin Fan's expression was earnest.

"Look, your gravity field is extremely efficient. It gives me so much experience per second. If you turn it off now, where will I find such a good source of experience? Big Brother Zhao Gang, can I pay you? Just stand there, keep the gravity field on, and press me for ten minutes. I'll pay you ten million. No, twenty million!"

Zhao Gang looked at Lin Fan for three seconds, then decisively turned off the gravity field and walked off the stage without looking back.

"I concede. Go find someone else."

Lin Fan shouted reluctantly from behind.

"Big Brother Zhao Gang! Leave your contact information! Next time I go to the Northwest, I'll find you! I'll bring money! All you can eat!"

Zhao Gang's pace quickened significantly.

He just wanted to leave this arena, to leave this pervert, as far away as possible.

The audience had recovered from their shock and erupted into complex cheers.

"Lin Fan! Lin Fan! Lin Fan!"

"Modu Martial Arts University! Champion! Champion!"

"This guy is too outrageous. Chasing his opponent to beg to be beaten. One of a kind in the country."

"Zhao Gang's psychological trauma must be the size of a playground."

"The strongest gravity talent meets the most perverted defensive monster. That's fate."

The referee announced helplessly.

"Vanguard Battle—Magic City Ability University—Lin Fan—Wins!"

Lin Fan stood on the stage.

He didn't come down.

He picked up the megaphone.

"Who else from Northwest Martial Arts University? Come on up. I haven't had enough fun yet. Zhao Gang's gravity field was too short. Do you have anything else that provides continuous output? I'm not picky. Any type is fine. Physical, magical, mental, poison-based. I'll take them all! The more the better! Good performance gets a tip!"

In the waiting area of Northwest Martial Arts University, the five substitute players looked at each other.

No one stood up.

It wasn't that they were cowards; it was that their captain, Zhao Gang, couldn't even move him.

What was the point of them going up?

To throw?

After a full twenty seconds, Lin Fan sighed in disappointment.

"No one else? Then..."

He turned to the referee.

"Mr. Referee, Northwest Martial Arts University isn't sending anyone else. Does that mean we win directly?"

The referee looked at the waiting area of the Northwest Martial Arts University, confirmed that no one was going to take the stage, and then announced solemnly.

"Northwest Martial Arts University—Forfeits!"

"National College Ability League—Finals—"

"Champion—"

"Magic City Ability University!"

"Boom—!"

The whole stadium boiled over.

Fireworks bloomed over the arena.

The fan zone for Modu Martial Arts University went completely crazy.

The cheers were deafening.

Xia Wanqiu jumped up excitedly in the waiting area, then quickly restrained herself.

After all, she was the class monitor.

She had to be dignified.

Murong Yan was extremely calm.

She just curled the corners of her mouth, then glanced at the fluorescent green figure on the stage.

"This idiot."

"He won and is still standing up there."

"What is he waiting for?"

Lin Fan was indeed still standing on the stage.

He hadn't come down because he was looking at his system panel.

[Defense Level: LV43 (12800 / 200000)]

Only twelve thousand eight hundred.

He was still over one hundred and eighty thousand short of the next level.

Zhao Gang had left too quickly.

He had missed out on at least fifty thousand experience points.

What a pity.

Extremely pitiful.

"Forget it."

Lin Fan sighed.

"The championship is in the bag."

"The prize money and resources are also in hand."

"Next..."

He thought of the token Luo Sha had given him.

S-Class Secret Realm, Thunder Prison Volcano.

The monsters inside were far higher level than those in the Wilderness Abyss.

Any one of them started at Level 6.

If he was lucky, he might encounter a Level 7 or even Level 8 lord!

Lin Fan's eyes rolled with extreme greed.

"Experience."

"It's all experience."

He jumped off the stage and walked toward Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan.