Provoking the Audience

"No way, he's really a high school student?"

"The college entrance exam is almost here, why isn't he studying at school and running over here?"

"Haha, this is hilarious."

"Recruiting Sponsor Slot, this is about getting sponsorship. Does this kid think he's a member of the Thunder Team? He's gone mad for money."

"Kid, get down quickly, or don't come crying to me when your legs get broken!"

After Lin Feng stepped onto the stage, his comical white shirt attracted a lot of attention. Various jeers, taunts, and boos rained down on him.

Lin Feng remained unfazed, even the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. He extended his index finger towards the area where the loudest voices were coming from and gave it a gentle shake!

It was clear he was provoking the audience.

It wasn't common for a contestant to provoke the audience. As soon as Lin Feng made his move, it was met with even more frenzied taunts and boos, even mixed with all sorts of unfriendly curses. The noisy clamor made people watching other matches from afar frown and turn their attention over.

The Thunder Martial Arts Hall had over a hundred arenas, most of which were in use. It was impossible for spectators to watch every single one; they would choose to watch those whose skill levels were similar to their own or those that were the most exciting.

These spectators were mainly concentrated around five arenas in the central area. Lin Feng's arena was not in a good location; it was in the most remote corner. This was also due to his poor track record, with almost no spectators around. However, with the discussions and curses, many people were drawn over out of curiosity.

"Looks like the effect is good."

Lin Feng began to warm up, continuously swinging his fists and kicking his legs. His direction was precisely towards the audience seats where the boos were loudest. From the outside, it looked as if he was attacking them, which was clearly another provocation.

If there weren't regulations and security guards, some hot-tempered spectators might have rushed onto the stage.

"Heh heh."

Looking at the audience who were on the verge of going crazy, Lin Feng laughed heartily. The more intense the enemy's firepower, the more satisfied he was. How could he attract sponsors if no one paid attention?

He came to the Thunder Martial Arts Hall not to fight in the arena for betting money. His 800 yuan bet could only earn him a little money, and it was a one-time thing. What he wanted to sell was the Recruiting Sponsor Slot!

Therefore, the more attention he attracted, the higher the price for the sponsor slot. This was also the main reason he used the arrogant name "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist."

"Kid, you're too arrogant."

As a mocking voice sounded, a young man in his early twenties, wearing a black martial arts uniform, appeared opposite him on the stage.

At this moment, the screen on the stage also displayed the information of both contestants.

[Wang Jiehui, 20 years old, Body Cultivation Eighth Stage, Battles: 17, Record: 9 Wins, 7 Losses, 1 Draw]

[Lin Feng, 16 years old, Body Cultivation Seventh Stage, Battles: 0, Record: 0 Wins, 0 Losses, 0 Draws]

"Is there a mistake?"

Many people looked confused. Why was a Body Cultivation Seventh Stage matched against a Body Cultivation Eighth Stage opponent, not to mention the vast difference in their records?

Shouldn't it be beginner against beginner?

"Holy crap, you guys look closely, this high school student chose the random mode. This kid really is as arrogant as his name suggests."

Soon, someone understood. Only the random mode would be like this.

Amidst all the disdainful boos, everyone quickly took out their phones to start placing bets. Soon, the odds on the big screen began to change.

"1 to 2.7, almost two thousand in hand."

Lin Feng looked at his odds on the screen and nodded with satisfaction. He bet 800 yuan on himself, and if he won, he would get around 2,000 yuan. The odds were quite good.

After the five-minute betting period ended, a red lightning bolt suddenly appeared on the screen, and the battle began.

"Kid, go back to school obediently. Society isn't that easy to navigate."

Wang Jiehui said with a smile, without any other nonsense. He stepped forward, his body swaying left and right, constantly changing. As he approached Lin Feng, he spun around, his arm straight as a blade, cutting through the air in an arc towards Lin Feng's head. The air even let out a faint whistling sound.

As if it was impossible to dodge, Lin Feng raised his hands to protect his head. With a muffled thud, his body involuntarily retreated three steps. Before he could stabilize himself, Wang Jiehui had already lunged in front of him, as swift as a leopard.

Swish swish swish!

The hand blade was too fast, pressing down on the air and cutting through it with a slightly harsh sonic boom.

Lin Feng dodged with difficulty. When he couldn't dodge, he could only block with his arms, his body constantly retreating.

"Get down."

Seeing Lin Feng forced into the corner of the stage, Wang Jiehui's lips curved into a victorious smile. At this moment, Lin Feng, who had been at a disadvantage, suddenly stopped moving. His body swayed, and like a willow in the wind, he dodged the attack. Then, with a great twist of his entire skeleton, his body became like a taut steel wire, exploding instantly!

Bang!

Wang Jiehui, caught completely off guard, was directly knocked off the stage. Although he wasn't seriously injured, he was still dumbfounded, as if he couldn't accept reality.

"No way, he was almost winning, and he lost to a high school student."

"Lost, I lost so much money, I bet ten thousand yuan."

"Heh heh, I made over three thousand yuan. I knew this kid had some confidence to be so arrogant. I really have a discerning eye."

Some were happy, while others were sad. Those who lost were clearly not convinced and were grumbling.

"I didn't want this either!"

Wang Jiehui, who was kicked off the stage, looked dejected!

He felt that he had the advantage from the start. Although Lin Feng's combat skills were slightly stronger than his, his strength and speed were far inferior to his. Lin Feng had been at a disadvantage for a while, so how could he be the one to lose?

"It must have been underestimating him. What a shame."

Ashamed to show his face, he lowered his head and came to the sidelines, not daring to make a sound.

At this time, Lin Feng's record broke through 0 for the first time.

"Why hasn't this kid gotten down yet?"

Some people said curiously, because they saw Lin Feng still standing on the stage, moving his hands and feet.

"Is he enjoying the attention? I really want to beat him up!"

Complaints came from the crowd, but soon when they saw the screen matching opponents again, they understood that Lin Feng was preparing to continue fighting. This made many who were originally unconvinced start to get excited.

In their opinion, after fighting for so long, Lin Feng's stamina had clearly declined significantly. Moreover, this time the matched opponent was also Body Cultivation Eighth Stage, with a record of 25 wins and 7 losses. Lin Feng was bound to lose.

Because of the lack of confidence in Lin Feng, the odds for Lin Feng this time soared to 1 to 4.2.

"Heh heh, I'm making money."

In the audience seats, Gao Hai shouted excitedly, "Go."

Only he knew Lin Feng's strength. Even Body Cultivation Ninth Stage was no match for Lin Feng, let alone Body Cultivation Eighth Stage!

As expected, the battle proceeded as Gao Hai predicted. After dozens of rounds, Lin Feng kicked his opponent out of the ring with a whip kick.

Five minutes later, the system started matching opponents.

Five minutes later, the system started matching opponents.

"I don't believe it, is this kid really that strong."

"Five matches already, and he recovered after just ten minutes of rest?"

"You say, is this high school student doing it on purpose, playing the pig to eat the tiger?"

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, Lin Feng's battles continued. Eight consecutive matches without a break, and Lin Feng won all of them. By this time, people were almost going crazy.

Many people lost so much that their faces turned red.

"Eight rounds, I've made about 160,000 with my hands."

Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

At this time, the previously secluded area around the stage was covered by spectators, with many people standing directly below the stage to watch the matches.

Even the staff of the Martial Arts Hall were alerted, and they directly moved the broadcast of Lin Feng's match to the central screen.

In the ninth match, Lin Feng encountered a middle-aged man named Gao Tong. This middle-aged man had a record of 57 wins and 4 losses, and seemed to be quite well-known at the Thunder Martial Arts Hall. Many spectators shouted, "Old Second Gao, teach him a lesson!"

At this time, Lin Feng's odds directly surged to 1 to 6.7, which made Lin Feng smile even more happily.

That eerie smile gave the audience a bad premonition.