The martial arts practitioners of the Extreme Path Style view the human body as a miniature universe, with cells being like stars, containing immense power. What they aim to do is not only to temper the body, but also to release this enormous power hidden within.
Cell Liberation is an explosive technique born from this martial arts philosophy, somewhat similar to a supernova explosion.
By unlocking cellular shackles and temporarily removing the restrictors hidden deep within the body, the human body can unleash several times, or even ten times, more power in a short period of time, with effects far exceeding those of Blood Qi Berserk.
To execute this move, Absolute Control over the body is crucial.
Only in this way can we break free from the shackles of cells at the microscopic level.
With a low growl in his heart, Lancelot lowered his waist and hips, clenched his fists, and veins bulged on his forehead. His imposing aura rose like billowing smoke, and his hair moved without wind.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As each cell breaks free from its shackles, it's as if countless Thunderclap resound in your ears, and a torrent of power pours out from your limbs, bones, and internal organs.
This force, like an inflating balloon, gradually expanded Lancelot's body.
2.5 meters, 2.6 meters... 3.2 meters!
Tear!
The combat suit, already riddled with cracks, was stretched to its limit by the ever-expanding body and burst apart.
Fortunately, Lancelot experienced an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction at the Sade Arena, so he specially bought a pair of custom-made shorts at a high price. They were extremely elastic and durable, so at least he didn't suffer a wardrobe malfunction.
"What kind of ability is this?"
Looking at the little giant in front of her, Walmart was filled with doubt and suspicion. She actually sensed a deadly threat from Lancelot.
"That's impossible. Even if the Body of Steel were to fully unleash its power, it shouldn't boost combat strength to this extent." Walmart didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from continuously outputting energy balls.
"No matter what form you take, once you're struck by my Power of Disintegration, you can't possibly emerge unscathed!"
Walmart gritted her teeth, fully confident in her Power of Disintegration. Her slender, fair hands pushed forward relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of black and red energy balls that bombarded Lancelot.
However, the next moment, Walmart's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and a look of horror flashed in her blue pupils.
"How is this possible?" she exclaimed involuntarily, even slowing down her movements.
Following Walmart's gaze, one could see that the little giant, over three meters tall, waving his two palms, each the size of a palm leaf fan, actually sent the energy ball flying with his bare hands.
Not only that, the opponent launched a counterattack, abandoning their previous timid demeanor and charging towards him with great strides, their momentum as fierce as a hungry wolf.
Walmart was shocked.
Beside the ring, the two referees, a man and a woman, were also astonished.
"Warren, this level of physical control has reached the cellular level, hasn't it?" the female referee Vera transmitted her voice.
Warren nodded slightly. "I didn't detect any energy fluctuations from him. Being able to knock away an energy ball with his bare hands is definitely not due to brute force. This kind of extremely precise power generation technique is most likely due to cellular-level body control."
Warren is also a melee fighter who has achieved cellular-level body control, so his judgment is quite convincing.
Vera exclaimed in shock, "My God, how old is he?"
"If I remember correctly, she was around twelve or thirteen years old."
"Twelve or thirteen years old? Whether it's due to Ability Energy or other reasons, to be able to do this much is no less impressive than Walmart's, is it?"
"Yes, after this battle, regardless of the outcome, the Alliance should raise his potential rating."
"In that case, he should be able to get a first-class invitation from one of the six top universities, right?"
"It depends. As far as I know, this little guy seems to have awakened his Ability Energy with the help of inferior gene-enhancing drugs. Whether there will be any hidden side effects, no one can say for sure."
As you know, all six top universities explicitly prohibit the enrollment of Ability Energy who awakened their abilities through inferior gene-enhancing drugs, especially the Infinity Academy, which places great importance on the method of awakening.
"Such a genius, wouldn't the six universities offer him special admissions?" Vera frowned.
"They will definitely recruit him through special channels, but the compensation is hard to say. He should be guaranteed a Level 2 invitation, but Level 1 is a bit uncertain unless he makes some outstanding performance in the interview."
Lancelot, of course, was unaware of the two referees' whispers; at that moment, his eyes were only on Walmart.
With each slap of the palm, the skin vibrates thousands of times every second.
These vibrations interconnected, weaving a dense, powerful network across the skin's surface.
When the energy ball, which was shooting straight at us, hit this network, it was as if it had entered a deflection field, and its trajectory was silently changed, deflected in other directions.
Ultimately, Lancelot deflected most of the energy spheres unharmed, but a small portion exploded around him, causing him some damage.
However, this damage was within Lancelot's tolerance range, and he could withstand it.
With 32% of his health remaining, he was already less than two meters away from Walmart.
Their eyes met, and Lancelot could clearly see the panic in the girl's pupils.
It makes sense, really. It's perfectly normal for a teenage girl to react this way to a small giant who is completely black, with bulging muscles, prominent veins, and a half-naked body.
For an ordinary person, it wouldn't be surprising if they fainted from fright.
Boom!
Lancelot showed no mercy whatsoever, closing the distance before unleashing a punch.
He threw this punch with a do-or-die determination, concentrating all his strength into it; it was all or nothing.
Iron Fist several times larger than an average person's head came hurtling in, barging into Walmart's view with an arrogant and domineering attitude.
The terrifying aura emanating from the fist washed over him, and Walmart couldn't help but recall the experience of being chased and bitten by a large dog when he was a child, with nowhere to escape.
A suffocating sense of oppression filled her heart. The girl bit her tongue hard, and the sweet and metallic taste, along with the pain, filled her mouth, giving her a sudden boost of energy.
Taking this opportunity, Walmart mobilized his internal energy to the maximum, releasing a portion of it as a high-intensity energy shockwave to slow down Lancelot's advance.
The other part is used to keep the Thorn Armor functioning properly.
As soon as she finished setting up her defenses, Lancelot broke through the last line of defense with lightning speed. His fist, like a rainbow piercing the sun, smashed into the thorny Thorn Armor with unstoppable momentum.
Thump!
The two collide!
Like a meteor streaking across the sky crashing into the earth, a deafening roar echoed in both of their ears.
With a loud buzz, an extremely strong vibration wave surged into his brain, and Walmart instantly felt dizzy, his eyes rolled back, and his mind went blank.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a soft, slender hand gently reach out and support her back.
A rough, hoarse male voice entered my mind.
"You win."
Who's winning?
Walmart thought to himself before he completely lost consciousness.
Rewind a few seconds, Lancelot's fist smashed through the Thorn Armor with unstoppable force, continuing its trajectory toward Walmart's head.
If she were really hit like that, the girl would surely die.
The two referees made a quick decision and decisively intervened to help.
On the ring, Walmart, who had fallen unconscious, was held in Vera's arms, his body covered by a light blue energy shield.
Warren then walked up to Lancelot and looked him over with a strange gaze.
That phrase, "You win," was uttered by him.
At this moment, Lancelot was kneeling on one knee, his body covered with black and red energy spikes.
He didn't expect that the Thorn Armor would explode the moment it was shattered.
Hundreds of sharp spikes shot out, covering the area from every angle. Lancelot only had time to spread his arms to protect his chest and head; the rest of his body was left unattended and was riddled with spikes. Blood flowed freely, and the intense pain felt like it was tearing his nerves apart.
Health points are down to 8%.
For an ordinary person, this situation would render them completely immobile. Reality is not a game; health points are only a reference point.
Generally, once a player's health drops below 15%, they enter a near-death state and become vulnerable to attack.
But the power of Absolute Control lies not only in the explosive release of strength.
Because he can control his body at a microscopic level, even when severely injured and on the verge of death, Lancelot can still maintain a considerable amount of his strength.
Staggering to his feet, Lancelot looked up, feeling the warm sunlight streaming through the stadium's dome, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
He won.
Despite having very little health remaining.
Despite the severity of his injuries, which brought him close to death.
Despite the intense fatigue surging from deep within my body in waves...
But he won; he defeated Walmart.
"Kid, that's a real man!" Warren gave him a thumbs up.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the treatment chamber. If I remember correctly, you have one last chance to use it."
As he spoke, Warren walked to Lancelot's side and gently patted him. A milky white aura enveloped Lancelot's body, helping to temporarily suppress his injuries.
"Thank you!" Lancelot said.
"You're welcome, it's just my duty."
And so, the two referees, one carrying one and the other lifting one, left the ring that had been destroyed to the point of near collapse.
After they left, a line of large characters appeared simultaneously on the four largest screens directly above the venue.
"Contestant number 1022 wins!"
When the result was announced, Lancelot's fans in the stands erupted in cheers that filled the sky.
Walmart's fans, on the other hand, were still somewhat bewildered and hadn't recovered from the sudden turn of events.
"They turned the tables on us like that?" someone asked in disbelief.
"Obviously!" his companion shrugged.
"That was so exciting! I was about to celebrate, but I lost at the last minute."
"Phew... In any case, we witnessed a thoroughly enjoyable battle."
"Damn it, Walmart lost! My money..."
"Ugh~ My Walmart, that damn Iron Fist, it has no chivalry whatsoever! Doesn't it ever give way to a girl? You deadbeat straight man, I curse you to never find a partner!"
"I hereby declare that from today onwards, Iron Fist is my new idol!"
Count me in!
"Add one..."
Some complained, some sighed, some became fans, and some became haters...
The audience was in complete chaos, and the reactions outside the stands were equally intense.
No one expected that Lancelot would be able to stage a comeback and defeat Walmart.
After all, the latter's Power of Disintegration was simply abnormal, sweeping through everything in its path, and even Kant, who was ranked in the top five, couldn't last a minute.
However, he was defeated by Lancelot.
"Devin, why don't you just give up? That guy really hurts when he hits you." In the waiting area, Mark held a glass of orange juice, a straw in his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly.
"..."
Devin didn't speak, but his hand unconsciously touched his forehead. Was his head even big enough to withstand a punch?
"Don't jump to conclusions too quickly. Our instructor said that Lancelot was not only severely exhausted in the battle just now, but also suffered a fatal injury. Even if he enters the treatment chamber, it will be difficult for him to fully recover. This is your chance." A young man wearing blood-red armor walked over and said. He was Blood Warrior Bill, a genius professional. The Alliance gave him an A+ potential rating.
The potential rating system from F to SSS applies not only to Ability Energy, but also to other Transcendent professionals; only some adjustments to the algorithm are needed.
"Do you know what Absolute Control is? Idiot! Cellular-Level Force Exertion techniques, injuries have a negligible impact on his strength." Mark looked at Bill as if he were a fool.
"Who are you calling an idiot?" Bill roared. He already had a bad temper, but it had become even more irritable and easily angered after becoming a Blood Warrior.
"I'm talking to you, what's up? Want to fight?" Mark spat out his straw and rolled up his sleeves.
"Let's go find an open space."
"Who's afraid of who? Let's go!"
The two Blood Qi teenagers stormed off, leaving Devin looking completely bewildered.
One hour later.
Buzz~
The treatment chamber door slowly opened, and Lancelot, whose face was deathly pale, stepped out.
His body had visibly shrunk, his once full and powerful muscles had become much thinner, his cheekbones were prominent, his eye sockets were sunken, and a hunger that was more than ten times stronger than before was weighing on his heart.
"Wow, Brother Lan, you look like you've been strolling the red-light district for ten years straight!" Burke was startled by his appearance.
Lancelot remained silent, his eyes fixed on the large box of food in Cole's hands, practically glowing with greed.
In a flash, before Cole could even see what happened, he felt the box go lightly from his hand and it was gone.
"Wow, that's fast!"
Looking at Lancelot, who was now feasting like a starving ghost, Cole couldn't help but gasp. A moment of disbelief washed over him. Had their strength gap widened to this extent without him even realizing it?
Boxes of nutrition bars disappeared, instantly absorbed by the thirsty stomach walls the moment they entered the stomach.
"Not enough, this isn't enough, get some more!" Lancelot shouted as he ate.
"Okay, coming right away!"
Burke quickly agreed, but before he could act, a beautiful figure placed another box of food in front of Lancelot, knelt down in front of him with her arms wrapped around her knees, and watched him wolf down the food, her beautiful eyes filled with heartache.
Lancelot glanced at Windsor beside him and Earth Dao a "thank you."
Windsor smiled, got up, and left.
Lancelot took a full half hour to finish his meal.
He finished off three whole boxes of nutrition bars by himself, and he would have continued eating them if the final battle hadn't started soon.
Wiping his mouth, Lancelot let out a burp, "Phew... barely eight-tenths full."