Battle! Battle! Battle!

Pasher wasn't a martial artist with exceptional talent. His current ranking was achieved step by step through his own efforts. Although his opponent wasn't highly ranked, he didn't dare to be complacent and carefully sized up his opponent.

The moment he saw Gu Ding, Pasher realized this battle might be difficult. He had participated in over 500 battles in the Arena, and while he couldn't claim to discern an opponent's strength at a glance, he could judge some things based on experience.

His opponent's momentum was clearly on the rise, meaning he should have had several consecutive wins in previous matches. And judging by his opponent's eyes, he was definitely a dangerous individual.

"Let's test him first." Without full confidence, he decided to test Gu Ding's skills. Taking several steps in succession, his figure flickered on the stage, launching an attack on Gu Ding from an unusual angle.

Gu Ding stood still, not moving. The opponent's movement technique was extremely agile, and the attack angle was quite peculiar. He was clearly a seasoned fighter, and the most appropriate strategy was to remain still and adapt to any change.

When the opponent's fist closed in on his side waist, Gu Ding used a Thunder Elbow to deflect the force, then pointed his finger directly at the opponent's heart. He struck extremely fast. Pasher barely reacted, covering his chest with his palm, but was still knocked back.

Pasher retreated several meters before stabilizing his stance. His right palm was completely shattered, and there were cracks in his ribs near his chest, which was the simulated heavily injured state within the Arena. If he hadn't blocked with his palm just now, he would likely have been completely killed. The opponent had heavily injured him with just one strike, which left him utterly shocked. "How can he be so strong? He clearly looks only fifteen or sixteen. Could he be a genius trained by some major power?"

"It seems I can challenge even stronger opponents." Gu Ding wasn't entirely sure how strong he was now.

"I surrender!" After confirming the disparity in strength, Pasher decisively chose to surrender. He knew very well there was no need to continue.

"How boring, I couldn't even tell how strong that kid is." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman wearing black knee-high leather boots slightly narrowed her eyes. "Send up someone ranked around 200,000."

"Yes, Young Miss." The man in the suit nodded expressionlessly.

When a challenger appeared on the stage again, the many spectators in the stands were stunned once more. This time, the challenger was ranked 167,000. A ranking of 167,000 and 500,000 were not on the same level at all. If those ranked around 500,000 had mostly participated in about 500 battles, then those ranked around 100,000 had mostly participated in about 1,000 battles. In fact, most of those who entered the top 200,000 rankings had awakened abilities and were extremely dangerous individuals.

"I thought it was some formidable guy, but it turns out I have to make a move." This time, Gu Ding's opponent was a guy who looked about 30 years old, with a long saber hanging at his waist. His attitude when speaking was extremely arrogant, and his ID was also "Who Is More Arrogant Than Me". "Kid, it's not too late to surrender now. Don't wait until I chop you into eighteen pieces and you cry."

"It's not certain who will cry!" Gu Ding grinned and laughed.

"Is that so?" The arrogant man placed a hand on the saber hilt, and a surge of momentum began to rapidly gather.

"Be careful, this guy uses the Sword Drawing Technique." Sea Emperor reminded him. "The Sword Drawing Technique has the effect of instantly bursting with attack power. The longer it's accumulated, the more terrifying the burst attack will be. You must interrupt him as soon as possible."

Gu Ding took a Shadow Step, arriving in front of the arrogant man in an instant.

The arrogant man also drew his saber almost at the same time, a sharp glint slashing towards Gu Ding's waist. Gu Ding shifted his feet, dodging sideways, and at the same time, pointed his finger at the side of the saber.

The arrogant man felt a huge force hit the side of the long saber, almost making him lose his grip. At the same time, a Thunder Elbow heavily struck his chest, and then Gu Ding's figure leaped high, a Flame Knee smashing into the arrogant man's chin.

Seeing the arrogant man's figure gradually dissipate on the stage, the spectators were all stunned.

"Finally figured out something, it turns out to be a special body technique." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman licked the lollipop in her hand with satisfaction. "Send up someone ranked around 80,000."

"Okay, Young Miss."

Gu Ding's opponent quickly appeared again, ranked 80958. He was a Gunner, with a lean build and a long black backpack on his back. The most striking thing was his face, which looked as if it had been carved by a knife, with very distinct angles. There was no expression on his face. Coupled with his straight posture and determined eyes, it was not difficult to discern that this guy was likely from a military background. His ID was "I Am A Gunner", and this uninteresting ID fully indicated that this guy was an uninteresting person.

The Gunner profession, compared to martial arts professions, was a new profession. People who chose this profession generally didn't have much talent in martial arts and made this choice out of necessity. Of course, there were also a few who became Gunners because they liked firearms.

Gunners were generally good at long-range attacks. Once someone got close, they were not far from death. Their weakness was very obvious. The most feared opponents for this profession were those with strong defense, high speed, and powerful close-range attacks.

The man just glanced at Gu Ding, said nothing, took off the backpack from his back, and pulled out a rifle. He calmly adjusted the sight and then loaded the bullets.

Gu Ding had spent several years in the military academy and had naturally played with guns, but his talent in this area was average, not bad, but not good either. Even so, he could tell from the opponent's movements that he was a true Gunner, fundamentally different from his classmates. It wasn't just the proficiency of his movements; the feeling of the opponent holding the gun was completely different, like it was a part of his body, while many of his classmates basically treated firearms as tools.

When the opponent raised his gun, Gu Ding moved. Then he heard the first gunshot. His steps didn't stop, and he took another Shadow Step, followed by the second gunshot.

Having dodged two consecutive shots, the Gunner's expression became serious. He fired three consecutive shots, locking onto the path he had predicted Gu Ding would take.

Gu Ding changed his steps, easily avoiding them again. Even he himself found it a little incredible. "This set of Shadow Steps is so special, it can actually predict the trajectory of bullets and allow one to dodge accordingly."

"Bang bang." Two more shots rang out. Gu Ding simply took a step and avoided this wave of attacks. He was only dodging and not counterattacking. The main reason was that he wanted to use this Gunner to train his Shadow Step movement technique.

By the time the Gunner had changed magazines for the eighth time, Gu Ding's footwork was already extremely proficient. There was no need for this match to continue. His figure shifted, closing in on the Gunner.

The Gunner didn't seem flustered. He just kept retreating while continuing to attack, the frequency of his right hand pulling the trigger much higher than before. In just over ten seconds, another clip of bullets was completely expended. He skillfully detached the magazine, took a new one from his pocket, and was about to replace it when a hand gripped his wrist.

"You lose." Gu Ding held the opponent's wrist with one hand, while extending two fingers of his other hand to point at the location of the opponent's heart on the left side of their chest.

With a decisive strike, the Gunner's figure quickly faded away.

"Looks like I still underestimated this guy," the short-haired woman in the monitoring room bit down on her lollipop. "Find someone within the top ten thousand and put them in."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a woman appear on the arena stage where Gu Ding was in the video.

Strangely, the woman's ID was displayed as a question mark, and her ranking and combat information were all shown as question marks.

"Check this woman's information," the short-haired woman frowned slightly.

After a moment, the man in the suit spoke, "Young Miss, her authority level is very high. I cannot view it with my authority."

"Let me see!" The short-haired woman suddenly stood up and pressed one hand on the query screen.

Insufficient authority, unable to view!

The same dialogue box popped up again.

"What's this woman's background?" the short-haired woman asked in surprise.

"Young Miss, if even your authority cannot query it, then it can only mean that the other party's authority is above yours," the man in the suit reminded her. "And your identity, in the entire Tianhe Star Region..."

"I understand. No one is allowed to talk about what happened today." The short-haired woman finally sat down, but the relaxed expression on her face was gone.

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