Consecutive Wins in the Arena

Seeing Gu Ding's data, many people watching from the stands shook their heads and mourned for him.

"Poor little guy, he has no idea how strong his opponent is, does he?"

"Maybe he saw the previous match and got nervous, accidentally hitting the button."

"He's going to get his head twisted off and kicked around like a ball, isn't he?"

Almost no one in the stands was optimistic about Gu Ding; it was a chorus of pessimistic remarks.

To avoid affecting the fight, the arena was soundproofed from the viewing area, so Gu Ding couldn't hear what the people outside were discussing. Even if he could, he wouldn't care.

In the beginner arena, everyone's overall cell index is set to 100 points by the system, and all body data is distributed proportionally according to each person's actual physical condition. If a person's overall cell index is 10, with cell strength of 2 and cell vitality of 3, then in the arena, the overall cell index will be 100, cell strength will be increased to 20 points, and cell vitality will also be increased to 30 points.

An overall cell index of 100 points is the limit that a Third-Order Gene Body can reach under normal circumstances. In the beginner arena, only Third-Order Gene Bodies and below can participate in matches. An overall cell index of 100 points is also enough for participants to maximize the power of their moves to hone their combat skills, and the proportional data distribution allows everyone to retain their fighting style and characteristics.

Standing on the arena, Gu Ding felt his body filled with power. This feeling of having power made his muscles tremble with excitement. Although this body was virtual, it perfectly simulated the feedback of the human body itself. But Gu Ding didn't know that his trembling, in the eyes of the onlookers and his opponent, was fear and nervousness.

"Heh heh, little guy, you're trembling with fear. Don't worry, I won't let you die that quickly." The bald man had a brutal smile on his face. "I'll tear off your hands first, then break your legs, and finally twist off your head."

"Sounds pretty scary, but do you have the strength?" Gu Ding grinned.

Seeing the seemingly mocking smile on Gu Ding's face, the bald man's face was full of anger. His massive figure leaped up, and his thick right hand clenched into a fist, gathering power before striking out.

Gu Ding's expression became slightly serious. He stood in place and assumed the stance of the Limitless Body Technique. Only when the bald man's figure approached did he throw a punch. "Adamant Fist!"

The small fist collided fiercely with the bald man's massive fist.

With a "boom," an explosive sound spread out. The sound didn't sound like two fists colliding at all, but rather like artillery fire. And a moment later, something even more incredible happened. The burly bald man was sent flying backward, and his right hand had completely disappeared. His entire body began to shatter from the right shoulder, and it wasn't long before he dissipated from the arena.

The bald man, who had reformed his body below the arena, still had a face full of shock. He looked up at Gu Ding on the arena and saw that the other party was completely unharmed. Only then did he realize the gap between them and lowered his head somewhat dejectedly.

Gu Ding still stood on the arena, with no intention of stepping down. With that strike just now, Adamant Fist had actually produced an artillery effect, giving him a deeper understanding of the Limitless Body Technique. The main reason why the power of these moves couldn't be fully unleashed right now was that his physical strength wasn't enough. In this arena, the virtual body's overall cell index reached a height of 100 points, which not only allowed him to practice the moves he had already learned but also allowed him to practice the subsequent moves that he couldn't practice due to physical strength limitations.

"It seems that the contestant 'This Killer Isn't Afraid of the Cold,' after causing an upset, doesn't intend to stop there. Is there anyone else who dares to accept his challenge?" The commentator's voice came again, with a hint of provocation.

"The power is quite good..." Gu Ding looked down at his fist. He hadn't expected to defeat his opponent with a single blow; he had originally thought there would be a struggle.

Just as Gu Ding was a little distracted, another person was teleported onto the arena. He looked to be in his twenties, with a very ordinary appearance, wearing a slightly ill-fitting white suit. But his ID was "Wakes Up Every Day Because He's So Handsome."

Gu Ding looked at the opponent's ranking, 1,180,911, which was even lower than the bald man just now.

"You were lucky just now, but when you meet me, you can only be my stepping stone." The white-suited contestant struck a pose he thought was handsome and pointed at Gu Ding.

Gu Ding grinned, "Then give it a try."

The white-suited contestant took a step, leaving a string of afterimages.

Gu Ding raised an eyebrow, stepped out with a hidden step, appearing in front of the opponent even faster, and unleashed another Adamant Fist. The white-suited contestant flew directly out, hitting the protective shield hard, and his body quickly shattered, reappearing outside the arena.

"It seems this guy not only has terrifying strength but also speed beyond ordinary people. He's indeed very tricky." Below the arena, some people who hadn't paid much attention to Gu Ding before began to notice his performance.

On the arena, challengers quickly appeared again.

Ranked 1,089,911, killed in one move.

Ranked 1,054,231, killed in one move.

Ranked 1,011,379, killed in one move.

Ranked 996504, killed in one move.

By now, Gu Ding had won six consecutive matches, and his ranking had risen to within a million. His rapid rise in rank also attracted the attention of the arena staff.

A woman with short golden hair propped her long black leather boots on the monitoring console and watched Gu Ding's combat video several times. After a while, she took out a small makeup mirror from her red handbag, looked at herself in the mirror, and said to the side, "See who around the 500,000 rank is free, arrange for them to fight this kid."

"Understood!" A tall man in a suit and tie nodded respectfully, then beckoned to a staff member nearby and gave instructions.

Pasher felt a bit bewildered that he was arranged by the staff to compete against someone ranked 990,000. He was currently ranked 500137, just a little short of entering the 500,000 threshold. But the conditions offered by the arena made it hard for him to refuse: if he won, he would receive a bottle of E-Grade good quality Gene Enhancement Potion. For him, who was currently a Second-Order Gene Body, this bottle of Gene Serum might allow him to advance to a Third-Order Gene Body. Therefore, he readily agreed.

When Pasher appeared on the stage, many people in the stands gasped. It wasn't that players around the 500,000 rank were rare, but rather that players of this level generally wouldn't actively challenge players ranked outside the 600,000s.

Gu Ding was also stunned when he saw his opponent's rank.

"Hehe, it seems your performance has attracted the attention of some big shots. They specifically picked a challenging opponent for you," Sea Emperor's unrestrained laughter reached Gu Ding's ears.

Gu Ding's mouth curved into a grin, his eyes like a beast staring at its prey. After several matches, he was starting to show his edge, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit.