61: Chapter 61 Remember to change your surname to Wang

Three new bursts of energy exploded in his stomach, pouring into the already overflowing river and surging together against that barrier.

"Boom!!"

A deafening sound rang out in Wang Lin's mind, as if something had shattered.

That barrier finally broke.

Level 3 power, like a breached flood, filled every corner of his body.

Level 3.

He had finally reached Level 3.

Zhou Ying's struggles grew weaker and weaker. He hung like a gutted doll from the Tentacles on Wang Lin's chest.

Wang Lin retracted the Tentacles.

Zhou Ying's body lost its support and fell limply onto the Arena floor with a dull thud.

The entire venue fell silent.

No one spoke, no one moved, and it seemed no one even breathed.

After a brief, deathly silence, the Arena erupted like a pot of boiling water.

"My God! What did I just see?!" Someone in the stands stood up, clutching their head. "That Level 2 just killed a Level 5?!"

"Is this a fix?" the person next to them asked, full of suspicion.

"I must have watched a fixed match... It has to be a fixed match, otherwise how is it possible? There's a three-level gap!"

"Winning is one thing, but did you see that?! He leveled up! He just reached Level 3! He leveled up during the match!"

"Really? You can level up during a match?"

"My God... Level 2 fighting Level 5, winning, and leveling up on the spot... What kind of monster is this?"

"Is the Blood Fang squad here to hand out charity?"

In the corner at the very top of the Arena, Zhao Hu's mouth had been hanging open for a while:

"Level 2 killing a Level 5... and leveling up on the spot, for fuck's sake..."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Dashan.

"Chen Long, when your son got on stage, he asked Captain Huo Xiao for three crystal cores."

"He was certain he could kill this Level 5, and he was certain he could break through to Level 3 during the match."

Zhang Qiming pushed up his glasses and said: "He wasn't certain. He had calculated it all."

"He had been calculating since the very first clone."

"How much energy each clone could provide him, and how many clones he needed to kill to push his state to the peak of Level 2,"

"and then how many more he needed to kill, along with Zhou Ying's main body, to gather enough energy to break through the barrier."

"And those last three crystal cores..."

"He calculated that his gathered energy might be a little short, so he prepared a patch in advance..."

Zhao Hu's Adam's apple bobbed. He was silent for a long time, then slowly spoke: "Chen Long, you raised a good son."

Wang Dashan finally spoke: "It's not that I raised him well. It's that he worked hard himself."

Zhao Hu was stunned, not expecting Chen Long to drop the act this time: "Fine, I like hearing that."

Zhang Qiming turned to look at Zhao Hu: "Stinky Tiger, surely you'll eat the Arena now, right?"

Zhao Hu glared at Zhang Qiming: "What's the rush? The match isn't over yet, is it?"

At this moment, Commander Tie Mu, in the front row of the contestant seating, had already stood up.

His movements were slow, as if he were suppressing something.

The chair slid back half a foot from the force of him rising.

His face was livid.

An aura belonging to a Level 6 slowly rose from him, carrying a tangible sense of oppression as it bore down toward the Arena.

The clamor in the stands died down a little.

Some people keenly sensed this aura and turned to look in Commander Tie Mu's direction.

"The leader of Blood Fang is going to enter the Arena himself..."

"A Level 6 fighting a Level 3? This is just too..."

"Shh, keep it down! Do you want to die?"

Commander Tie Mu ignored everyone's gaze.

He walked toward the Arena step by step.

Every step landed firmly, and the Arena floor vibrated slightly with his footsteps.

He walked to the edge of the Arena and looked down at Wang Lin.

"Kid. You killed my man."

Wang Lin's expression was calm: "On the Arena, life and death are up to fate. He signed the waiver."

"I know." Commander Tie Mu nodded, "So I'm not here to reason with you."

"I'm here to kill you."

Immediately, the stands fell silent.

No one thought this statement was an exaggeration.

A Level 6 saying they would kill a Level 3 was like an adult saying they would crush an ant; no explanation was needed.

Wang Lin looked into Commander Tie Mu's eyes, was silent for two seconds, and then suddenly smiled.

"Do you think you can kill me?"

Once these words were spoken, the whole crowd was stunned.

"Is he crazy?!"

"A Level 3 saying this to a Level 6?"

"Did this kid get hit in the head and go stupid..."

Commander Tie Mu did not smile.

His eyes narrowed like a provoked beast, and a dangerous aura began to permeate from him.

"Killing a Level 3 as a Level 6 isn't difficult."

"Besides, you just reached Level 3. Your aura is unstable, and your Superpower consumption hasn't recovered yet. Killing you..."

"...will be as easy as flipping my hand."

This was a fact.

Everyone in the audience felt the same.

But Wang Lin's expression did not change at all.

He even said something that no one expected:

"I bet you can't kill me."

Commander Tie Mu's pupils constricted.

It wasn't because of how arrogant the statement was.

He had seen too many young people who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth.

It was because of the look in Wang Lin's eyes when he said it.

It was too calm.

Commander Tie Mu's intuition was warning him of something, but his Level 6 strength gave him enough confidence.

He coldly said: "If I can't kill you..."

"I'll change my surname to yours."

As soon as these words were spoken, a low uproar broke out in the stands.

Commander Tie Mu was famous for being a man of his word; he always did what he said.

"Good, you said it yourself."

Before the words had even faded, Commander Tie Mu moved.

His Level 6 Speed was so fast that most eyes in the stands couldn't keep up at all.

Commander Tie Mu's figure exploded with a shockwave in place, and he charged toward Wang Lin like a cannonball fired from a chamber.

The force of his punch arrived first.

That sense of oppression pressed toward Wang Lin like a wall.

However, the moment Commander Tie Mu launched, Wang Lin already had his toes on the ground.

Not forward, but backward.

His whole body was like a leaf swept up by the wind, fluttering backward.

Commander Tie Mu's fist grazed his clothes as it slammed past.

The force of the punch tore a gash in his chest,

but Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged.

His backward leap landed precisely on the edge of the Arena.

Then, he didn't stop.

With a light tap of his toes on the edge, his whole body, like a bird folding its wings, cleanly and neatly vaulted out of the Arena.

His feet landed on the ground.

Dust rose slightly.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Wang Lin stood outside the Arena and looked up at the referee: "I concede."

The referee was stunned for a second, then raised the flag in his hand as if by reflex:

"The... the fourth match, Wang Lin concedes! Blood Fang wins!"

"The score is tied, one to one!"

Commander Tie Mu's fist was still suspended in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head to look at Wang Lin, who was standing outside the Arena.

At this moment, he was only three steps away, but those three steps were a chasm defined by the rules.

Wang Lin looked up at Commander Tie Mu on the Arena, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up:

"Remember to change your surname to Wang."

After saying this, he turned around and walked toward the rest area.