God of War

In martial arts contests, schemes and tricks, unexpected moves and hidden arrows, are all part of the game. No one would ever consider someone who suddenly attacked to be cowardly or shameless.

But no one had ever seen someone toy with tens of thousands of spectators just to gain an advantage.

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

"Insidious scoundrel!"

The jeers, like roaring waves, cascaded down, accompanied by shouts, silver coins, water bottles, lunchboxes, even pouches of rouge and jewelry boxes, raining down from everywhere.

Gao Pan was filled with righteous indignation, a thousand curses roaring through his mind. He wished he could roar to the heavens. He wasn't angry that Xu Yi had attacked him by surprise, only that Xu Yi had hogged all the glory and left none for him.

However, as long as Xu Yi won, he wouldn't care about anyone else's opinion. He seized the initiative with one move and continued to press his advantage, striking directly at Gao Pan's vital points.

Gao Pan, worthy of being a strong fighter who had already won eight arena battles, reacted with incredible speed even in his panic. He focused solely on defense, not attacking, and managed to maintain an impenetrable guard.

"Despicable scoundrel, how dare you attack me by surprise! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

After catching his breath, Gao Pan unleashed a torrent of curses.

Alas, Xu Yi was a man of immense focus. How could he be swayed by mere words? The earth-shattering curses from the stands were merely perceived by him as cheers of encouragement. He concentrated solely on Xu Yi, furiously throwing punches.

Gao Pan cursed for a while longer. Seeing that his opponent didn't react at all and that the onslaught was only intensifying, he became enraged and roared, "It's just about strength, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

Gao Pan was strong and robust. In terms of sheer size, he was almost twice Xu Yi's. This physique suggested he was a power-type fighter among martial artists, and Gao Pan was the undisputed king among them.

In his eight arena battles, he had only used his silver spear in three of them. In the remaining five, he had crushed his opponents with nothing but his bare fists.

As Gao Pan's words were clearly transmitted to all the spectators by the sound gathering array, a massive roar erupted from the entire crowd, with countless people shouting wildly, "Beat him to death, beat him to death..."

With one call, ten thousand responded. Gao Pan's heart swelled with exhilaration. He used one arm to shield his face and freed up his other arm from its defensive posture.

BOOM!

Xu Yi's punch landed squarely on Gao Pan's chest. The powerful force of the punch caused the chest armor to emit a sharp screech. A flash of blue appeared on Gao Pan's face, but his body didn't even falter.

Xu Yi inwardly cursed, knowing that Gao Pan's golden armor was no ordinary item. He felt a pang of despair.

"You dare try to hurt me, you rat? Die!"

Gao Pan roared. His massive fist sent ripples through the air. "Armor Breaking Fist!"

The punch was astonishing. Xu Yi dared not meet it head-on. He twisted his body, dodging to the side.

BOOM!

The brutal punch struck the floor forged from heavy iron and refined steel, leaving a shallow indentation.

The entire arena erupted in thunderous cheers!

Gao Pan, having forced Xu Yi back with a punch, felt triumphant. He didn't hesitate, rushing towards his silver spear.

Before he could take two steps, his path was blocked by Xu Yi again. Facing him were those detestable fists once more.

After a brief struggle, Gao Pan took another hit from Xu Yi, unleashed a powerful "Armor Breaking Fist" to force Xu Yi back, and again dashed towards his silver spear.

However, despite his full effort, he couldn't get more than two steps before Xu Yi entangled him again.

Gao Pan was extremely frustrated. He had never encountered such a shameless fighting style. The spectators were in an uproar, with many shouting, "The guy named Yi is shameless!"

The guy named Yi, however, felt nothing was wrong. He valued his life more than his reputation.

Xu Yi's relentless entanglement had truly ignited Gao Pan's temper. He knew this couldn't go on. The "Armor Breaking Fist" was powerful but extremely draining. The opponent's footwork was astonishing, and the "Armor Breaking Fist" was ineffective against him. If this continued, he would be worn down to death. A thought flashed through his mind, and he roared, "Damn it, you rat! You want to fight with fists? Then let's fight to the end! Whoever can't hold on is a son of a bitch turtle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he completely dropped his guard, his fists moving nimbly as he shook his neck, and his fists shot towards Xu Yi's chest and abdomen.

The stands erupted in even louder agreement: "Whoever can't hold on is a son of a bitch turtle!"

"Then let's do it!"

Xu Yi also dropped his guard, his fists aimed directly at Gao Pan's core.

Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Both men were hit simultaneously. They separated by a dozen feet, their bodies crossing paths. Gao Pan's golden armor let out a sharp screech, while Xu Yi's body seemed to have cultivated his body-tempering techniques to the extreme, his form like withered wood, silent and unyielding.

"You were indeed prepared!"

Gao Pan stared coldly at Xu Yi. His extensive combat experience told him that the power of his punches could not be resisted by mere body-tempering techniques. He was certain that Xu Yi must also be wearing a precious armor.

With this thought, Gao Pan was not alarmed but pleased. He had calculated Xu Yi's strategy: to rely on his swift footwork and protective armor to engage in close-quarters combat and win through chaos.

This fighting style was not Gao Pan's preference, but the opponent's astonishing footwork and deceitful tactics, which had caused him to lose his silver spear from the start, left him no choice but to fight.

However, the guy named Yi was ultimately too inexperienced. He didn't realize that the gap in strength could not be bridged by schemes and tricks.

It was just a matter of whose armor was tougher and whose fists were harder. He didn't believe that the low-grade magic robe from the Alchemy Hall, worth two thousand gold, would be unable to withstand the guy named Yi's fists.

As for his fists, Gao Pan didn't believe anyone at the Body Tempering Peak realm could surpass him.

Though it seemed long, this calculation happened in a flash. As soon as his thoughts were settled, Gao Pan lunged forward.

Xu Yi did not dodge or evade. The two immediately plunged back into chaotic combat.

Initially, both sides defended and blocked, even attempting to strike the opponent's unprotected face. After several probing exchanges, they abandoned the idea of surprise attacks and focused entirely on trading blows.

For hundreds of consecutive punches, the two didn't dodge or evade, but directly clashed head-on, either fist against fist, or fist against flesh.

Both sides completely abandoned technique, purely engaging in a struggle of strength and will. This wild fighting style completely subverted the audience's understanding.

In past arena battles, regardless of cultivation level, the combatants always wielded swords and spears, with endless flashy moves. When had it ever been like this, fist against flesh, like two barbaric gods clashing, making one's blood boil?

The cheers never stopped for a single moment. Later, the entire venue shouted in unison, "Long live God of War Gao!"

It's no wonder the audience overwhelmingly supported Gao Pan. Firstly, Gao Pan's win rate was already countless times higher than Xu Yi's. Secondly, Xu Yi's despicable sneak attack had ruined his last bit of support. Even the group of young ladies who initially found him handsome had switched sides.

The battle was like fire, the cheers like a tide. The golden sunlight shone down on Gao Pan's imposing figure, his golden armor seemingly aflame, making him appear even more like a God of War descending upon the world.

But who could know the terror and anxiety raging in the depths of God of War Gao's heart at this moment?

If he could, he truly wanted to roar at the stage, "Fight your mother's God of War!" He desperately wanted to abandon this fighting style, but he was being propped up by these clueless bastards on stage. He couldn't retreat even if he wanted to.