223: Ouyang Feijin

Returning to the waiting area, Pan Han found he was the first one back.

Others were still entangled in their matches, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had recently been bound by some other luck system.

Since the others hadn't finished, Pan Han had no opponents to match with, so he could only sit quietly and watch the matches.

This was a good opportunity to observe others!

The duels on the arena were in full swing, each match filled with fierce combat and thrilling action.

The Trial participants displayed their unique fighting styles and techniques, which filled Pan Han with admiration.

He paid close attention to each participant's movements and performance, trying to learn new combat techniques from them.

Some participants focused on overwhelming power, their attacks incredibly destructive, each strike enough to make people tremble with fear.

There were also some participants who excelled at speed and agility; they moved like swift winds, making them difficult to grasp.

Pan Han noticed a tall participant who possessed excellent grappling skills and keen observation.

In every duel, he could accurately judge his opponent's weaknesses and launch fatal attacks based on them.

Additionally, there was a female participant who was agile and skillfully dodged her opponent's attacks before swiftly counterattacking.

Her attacks seemed light but were filled with deadly accuracy and speed.

Pan Han secretly recorded the characteristics and fighting styles of each participant, hoping to apply them in his own battles in later matches.

In a flash, five minutes passed, and finally, all matches concluded.

144 people scored 5 points, and 144 people lost 5 points!

The winners were naturally overjoyed, while the losers showed varying reactions.

Most were dejected, but there were also those who were indifferent.

Such a competition is a rare opportunity in a lifetime; having the chance to fairly spar with masters is precious.

Even if they didn't get points, they could gain experience!

Among the apocalypse survivors, there were many who knew how to cut losses in time.

They would never miss an opportunity to gain an advantage.

Soon, the second round began, and Pan Han looked at the big screen; his opponent for this match was Number 16—Ouyang Feijin!

Pan Han's heart stirred slightly; Ouyang Feijin's name felt somewhat familiar to him.

He recalled the impression left from observing the matches earlier; it seemed there was a participant who displayed impressive grappling skills, and he guessed it was Ouyang Feijin.

Pan Han's gaze fell on Ouyang Feijin; his opponent was tall and formidable, with sharp eyes.

This opponent seemed different from Finci Dana earlier, clearly more challenging.

Pan Han smiled faintly, a surge of excitement rising within him: I fight elites!

Finci Dana just now wasn't satisfying at all; at most, he was a warm-up match!

As the match was about to begin, Pan Han stood up and walked into the arena!

He took a deep breath, focused his attention, and prepared to meet the upcoming challenge. This round of matches would be even more intense and thrilling, and he had to go all out and display his best strength.

The referee walked onto the stage, looking at Pan Han and Ouyang Feijin, and said sternly, "Pan Han, Ouyang Feijin, the rules are the same as before: no weapons, fight however you want! The match ends when someone falls unconscious or surrenders. Understand?"

"Understood!" Pan Han and Ouyang Feijin answered in unison.

"Very good, let the match begin!"

At the referee's command, Pan Han and Ouyang Feijin immediately took their stances.

Their eyes met, and a tense and fierce atmosphere permeated the arena.

Pan Han took a deep breath, his body taut, ready to meet his opponent's attack at any moment.

Ouyang Feijin, on the other hand, appeared calmer; he stood steadily in place, seemingly waiting for Pan Han's move.

"This guy has a strange name, but he looks very stable in his aura. I have to go all out from the start!" Pan Han secretly made up his mind, his fists involuntarily clenching.

"Damn it, I got kicked in the balls in the first round, and they're still faintly aching! But I have to endure it, can't let that bastard Pan Han see it!" Ouyang Feijin feigned composure, releasing his oppressive aura to appear formidable!

Their duel began!

Pan Han suddenly soared into the air, his body as nimble as a swallow, his legs kicking out a series of fierce leg shadows, forming an illusory curtain of light.

This was his self-created technique, "Sky Swallow Dance," a fusion of the swallow's cloud-piercing speed and the raptor's attacking power.

Facing the storm-like offensive, Ouyang Feijin remained completely calm, blocking with crossed arms while swiftly stepping with his feet, cleverly dodging every one of Pan Han's kicks.

Seeing this, Pan Han's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise; he hadn't expected Ouyang Feijin's reaction to be so quick.

He immediately changed tactics, his body instantly landing, his right hand forming a claw, striking towards Ouyang Feijin's chest like a sharp blade.

Ouyang Feijin's eyes flashed; his left palm quickly blocked his chest, clashing with Pan Han's claw.

The force of their collision erupted in a crisp impact sound.

Pan Han felt Ouyang Feijin's strong resistance, his claw trembling slightly, but he did not retreat.

Ouyang Feijin also felt the sharpness of Pan Han's claw; he gathered all his strength, doing his utmost to resist this strike.

The two stalemated for a moment, then Pan Han's expression suddenly changed; he felt Ouyang Feijin's strength beginning to counterattack, as if to push him back.

Pan Han did not hesitate; he retracted his right hand, then suddenly raised his left, unleashing another self-created move, "Nine Heavens Severing Palm"!

Each move attacked his lower body!

Hehehe!

Of course, Pan Han didn't know his opponent's balls were already injured; he just instinctively felt that since the opponent was tall and mighty, his crotch must be a weak spot!

Regardless of anything, he would go for his little bird first.

A powerful surge of energy burst from his palm, sweeping towards Ouyang Feijin like a torrential storm.

Ouyang Feijin looked at Pan Han's move in surprise, a flicker of alarm in his eyes; he immediately retreated a few steps, trying his best to avoid this move.

But Pan Han's "Nine Heavens Severing Palm" was powerful and fast; even if Ouyang Feijin dodged in time, he couldn't completely avoid it.

A powerful wave of energy swept past Ouyang Feijin's crotch; he staggered back a few steps, his face becoming serious.

"Damn it! It seems one broke!" Ouyang Feijin frowned slightly, resisting the pain with strong willpower.

Pan Han instantly sensed the other party's abnormality, knowing his sneak attack had succeeded.

"Brother, then I apologize!" Pan Han knew the principle of striking when the opponent is down, and continued to attack with leg techniques.

"Foshan Groin Kick!" He roared, blurting out a set of kicks directly at Ouyang Feijin.

"Holy crap!" Ouyang Feijin realized something was wrong and quickly dodged sideways, instinctively shielding his lower body with his arms.

Boom! The kick landed squarely on his inner thigh, and the muscle instantly tore!

"Ah!!!" Ouyang Feijin was sent flying directly out of the arena, unconscious!

"Ah!!!" The audience gasped in astonishment, because Pan Han was once again the first person to defeat his opponent in this round.

Medical personnel immediately entered to check, while the referee again raised Pan Han's arm to congratulate him on his victory!

"Damn it! One of Ouyang Feijin's balls is broken!" The medical personnel shouted loudly, quickly calling for a stretcher to enter the arena.

"Ah!!! Is this the legendary 'Remote Egg Strike'?" The commentator exclaimed upon hearing this!

He clearly saw Pan Han only hit Ouyang Feijin's thigh, so why were his balls broken?

All the male spectators in the audience instantly felt a tightening in their crotches and looked at Pan Han with uncontrollable rage.

This person is too sinister!

He actually used the lost secret art—Remote Egg Strike!