Chapter 3077: Victory

Chapter 3077: Victory

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They won!

And so easily!

Good grief, none of them had even seen clearly how Fang Heng had made his move!

Liu Hu also nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Not just those rookie fighters, even he hadn’t seen Fang Heng’s move clearly!

What was going on?

He and Fang Heng were both newly recruited fighters, yet the gap between them remained far too wide!

To be honest, if he had gone up instead, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to withstand Fang Heng’s punch.

"Brother Fan Chen."

Liu Hu looked at Fan Chen beside him and asked softly, "Did you see what happened just now?"

Fan Chen also gazed shocked and lightly shook his head.

"This guy is at least a mid-tier fighter."

On the Kata Clan’s side, the waiting area fell into silence.

That punch had placed immense pressure on them.

The most stressed were the two remaining fighters waiting to go on.

Seeing that the other side had sent out what looked like a weak team, they originally thought they had it in the bag—who would have thought there was a monster hidden among them?

That punch just now—they could at most see a dark blur of Fang Heng’s shadow. They couldn’t even see his attack trajectory.

He was tough to deal with!

"I’ll go."

As time approached, a grandmaster-level spatial-element fighter leapt onto the dueling platform, nodded slightly at Fang Heng, and said, "Rein."

"Fang Heng."

In the audience, Liu Hu and Fan Chen both looked a little worried when they saw Rein step up.

Rein was a somewhat well-known mid-tier fighter.

Among mid-tier fighters, he wasn’t top-notch, but he was very difficult to deal with.

They weren’t sure if Fang Heng could win this one.

The referee saw that both sides were ready and nodded, "Begin!"

Fang Heng, just like before, immediately dashed toward Rein at the referee’s signal, aiming to end the match with one punch.

As he approached, Fang Heng’s expression subtly shifted.

Huh?

Spatial abilities?

Fang Heng suddenly realized that the spatial flow around him had clearly been suppressed by spatial energy.

This was just a level-1 duel platform match—he didn’t expect there to be any countermeasures.

Fang Heng suddenly understood—this was probably what that grandmaster-level instructor had mentioned: once reaching grandmaster level, one could influence the external circulation by using the internal circulation as the core.

Interesting!

Such an ability couldn’t be grasped through game-level power-ups alone—it had to come from actual training.

But the opponent didn’t seem to be very skilled in using it yet—or maybe his ability was limited. The spatial flow’s effect on him was minimal.

After all, Fang Heng had overwhelming attribute advantages!

"Whoosh!!"

Fang Heng accelerated again!

What?!

Rein saw that Fang Heng’s speed had only slightly slowed for a moment before he turned into a black blur and darted toward him. His heart immediately jumped.

Not good!

Rein instinctively tried to dodge with a secondary space projection, but just as the space light spots appeared around him, a huge impact force surged toward him.

"Bang!!"

The spiritual energy struck Rein hard, sending him flying backward off the platform.

"Boom!!!"

Cheers erupted once again in the hall.

Two consecutive wins!

Clean and precise—both fights ended with a single punch!

8 to 6!

Cheers broke out once again in the Noel Clan’s waiting area.

Once could be chalked up to luck, but twice—both ending in one blow—meant that Fang Heng’s strength was far beyond theirs.

Liu Hu and Fan Chen looked at each other, both thinking the same thing.

Terrifying guy.

Where did he come from?

In the Kata Clan’s waiting area, the team elder looked toward the final two and asked, "Who’s going up?"

The two glanced at each other.

"Loel, do you have confidence?"

Loel, hearing his name called, showed a bitter expression.

Confidence?

Absolutely none!

He stood no chance!

His power was purely magic-based, and against someone like Fang Heng—a rare melee fighter—unless he could land the first strike, there was no chance of winning.

That terrifying speed... He’d probably be defeated in one move.

"Let’s give it a try."

No choice. The last two were both elemental types, completely countered by Fang Heng.

Didn’t matter who went up.

Loel took a deep breath and stepped onto the platform. His expression was extremely serious as he looked at Fang Heng.

"Begin!"

At the referee’s order, Loel didn’t even bother to locate Fang Heng. He immediately began condensing a magical imprint in front of him, pouring his mental strength into it.

Immortal Ice Barrier!

"Boom! Boom boom boom!!!!"

The temperature on the platform dropped rapidly, and several thick ice barriers rose in front of the elemental mage.

Whoosh!!

At the same time, Fang Heng had already turned into a dark flash and was rushing toward him at high speed.

Then, Loel heard a series of explosive bangs near his ears.

The high-strength ice barriers he had just condensed seemed like paper in Fang Heng’s eyes—shattered layer by layer under successive strikes!

A sonic boom rang out in his ears, and his whole body was blasted off the platform by the spiritual energy of Fang Heng’s punch.

Another win!

Seeing Fang Heng win yet another round, the Noel Clan’s war zone burst into cheers again.

Who would’ve thought that a randomly recruited fighter would turn out to be their strongest ace?

Liu Hu looked at Fang Heng standing on the stage, opened his mouth, and was momentarily dazed.

This guy...

Just where did he come from?

On the other side, Loel, who had been knocked off the platform, stood up with the help of two companions. He cupped his fists toward Fang Heng and returned to the war zone.

"How was it?"

"He held back—he only used a blast of air to knock me away. If that punch had landed on my body, I wouldn’t have survived." After experiencing it firsthand, Loel truly realized how terrifying Fang Heng was. He sighed and said, "I couldn’t even see how he attacked. Seven ice barriers were instantly destroyed. His direct offensive power is extremely strong."

Everyone exchanged glances, their hearts sinking, then looked toward the last remaining elemental-type fighter, Chris.

Being stared at by the others, Chris gave a bitter smile. "There’s no way I can win. I’m a heavy-output type—best at dealing with turtle-shell types. His speed is too fast—my mental strength can’t even lock onto him."

No choice. Things had come to this—he had to go up.

In a 10v10 match, once someone won two in a row, the team could usually analyze the opponent’s weakness and send a counter.

But that was just in theory.

Fang Heng’s individual strength was already way beyond theirs. There was no way to counter it, especially since they only had one person left.

"Go on."

They had made it this far—no reason to give up now.

"Alright."

Chris patted his cheeks, pulled himself together, and jumped onto the platform. He cupped his fists toward Fang Heng, hoping the latter wouldn’t strike too hard.

"Nice to meet you. I’m Chris."

"Fang Heng."

Fang Heng nodded lightly as a greeting.

The referee glanced at both of them.

"Begin!"

Chris’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately cast several flame spears in succession, hurling them toward Fang Heng.

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