chsdbacks Chapter 113 Virtual Arena
Chapter 113 Virtual Arena
[Field simulation is now in effect...]
[Consciousness transferred; virtual arena generated.]
After a series of unfamiliar notification sounds, Chu Wen stood in a sandy arena.
In the distance was Zhang Fengming.
Zhang Fengming laughed and said, "This is the virtual arena, a technology only available in the training camp. Here, you don't have to worry about getting injured at all."
"I'll give you time to adjust to the environment."
Zhang Fengming thought disdainfully: This person has never even experienced the virtual arena, yet he dares to bet 1000 credits. He is incredibly arrogant.
But it is precisely because of this that he was able to earn these 1000 credits. With these 1000 credits, he could use the training facilities a few more times, and perhaps he could break through to the High-Level Battle King before heading to the 'Dark Nest'!
Thinking this, Zhang Fengming looked at Chu Wen with even more of a predatory gaze.
Chu Wen casually threw a few punches, stretching his body as if it were nothing.
"The simulation is so realistic, even the pain is almost identical."
Soda's voice rang out: "The simulation here transmits data based on your physical condition, so if you want to directly activate the Blood Demon state and instantly kill your opponent, that's also possible."
Chu Wen didn't plan to use the Blood Demon state at the start, but instead seemed to casually adapt to his body.
This scene left the group of geniuses who had come to watch the battle completely dumbfounded.
"Seriously? What's he doing? Has he never tried the simulated arena before?"
"No way, he actually dares to accept the challenge? Betting 1000 credits?"
"Chen Du, why didn't you stop him? You let Zhang Fengming get away with this." A man in a monk's robe said indignantly.
Chen Du, sitting next to him, said helplessly, "Chu Wen said he was confident, so there's nothing I can do."
"This is practically giving Zhang Fengming his credits for nothing."
"Heh, I really don't know how this kind of idiot cultivated to the Battle King level."
A blond, blue-eyed man looked at the projected image in the room with disdain.
"Is this the guy who utterly defeated my Yatu family at Hangzhou University? Such an opponent is an insult to me."
"Nicholas, you seem quite concerned about this Chu Wen. Weren't you supposed to be oblivious to everything else, focused solely on tempering your golden bones?"
Artu Nicholas, another genius of the Artu family, but all these so-called geniuses paled in comparison to Rox’s dazzling brilliance.
Nicholas looked at the woman beside him, Li Muyan, one of only three female members in this training camp. She had a special background, wore a clean and elegant plain dress, and had a cool and aloof gaze.
"Zhang Fengming can only bully hotheads. Neither you nor I made a move, nor did the descendants of those old guys. He's just the nominal number one. This time, he's really bitten off more than he can chew." Li Muyan's calm words surprised Nicholas.
"You think Chu Wen is more promising?" Nisgu understood the implication in the other person's words.
Li Muyan nodded and said, "It's simply a competition, no doubt about it. Neither of us made it to the 50-day assessment, but Chu Wen did. What more needs to be proven?"
"It's said he was conscious when he entered the Dragon Universe training camp. Didn't a few of us who considered ourselves hidden geniuses pass out as soon as we entered?"
Nicholas seemed to have been hit where it hurt, his gaze darkening as he looked toward the center of the arena.
The arena, which can accommodate thousands of spectators, was nearly empty at this moment, with fewer than a hundred people in attendance.
Although the scene in the scene is virtual, most people have no way of distinguishing between reality and illusion.
But in the scene at this moment, both of them are testing each other's moves.
Zhang Fengming's Golden Bone Tempering technique was indeed impressive; the hardness of his limbs and torso bones was extraordinary. Without the support of an SC-grade battle blade, Chu Wen could only exchange blows with him a few times before retreating.
"Chu Wen, weren't you very arrogant before? Why are you being so cautious now?"
Zhang Fengming witnessed how troublesome Chu Wen was. The opponent's speed was indeed as unpredictable as the intelligence had described, and he could even switch positions with his shadow.
Chu Wen's shadow could even elongate in the light, appearing in different shapes to evade attacks.
"Hmph, once I find your weakness, that's when you'll be out!"
Boom!
Two beams of sword light leaped from his hands and swept towards Chu Wen.
Chu Wen was like a cloud of black mist, easily avoiding the attack of the sword light. However, when the battle blade touched Zhang Fengming's right arm, it could only leave a bloody mark before being blocked!
"Such hard hand bones. It seems he specifically tempered the bones in both hands, and even the materials used for tempering are extraordinary."
It should be noted that even without using the martial arts technique "Sealing the Blade of the Abyss," Chu Wen's "Burning Fire and Drawing the Blade" had already reached the limit level, transforming into his own power.
Under an impact equivalent to breaking through the limit, the hand bone was able to completely block it! No wonder the gap between the War King and the War God is so great!
Previously in the wild, Chu Wen had always had the help of an SC-grade battle sword, but now he finally understood just how incredible the Demon King's physical strength was! Human martial artists could only temper their bones, but the Demon King even had hard hair!
Although Zhang Fengming was able to block it with his hand bones, his skin was still torn open and blood was splattered in the footage.
Chu Wen manipulated his opponent like a cat playing with a mouse, having him completely under his control.
"Damn it! I don't believe you can maintain this speed forever!"
Ding ding ding~!
Bang bang bang!
Zhang Fengming's figure constantly shifted, always keeping his center of gravity low, all in order to seize an opening and deliver a full-force blow!
"Chu Wen can't defeat Zhang Fengming. Once Zhang Fengming finds a weakness, the game will probably be over."
"Yes, Zhang Fengming looks disheveled, but it's all superficial wounds, and his combat ability is hardly affected."
"Chu Wen's 1000 credits can be considered tuition fees."
Some of the students watching from the sidelines were also having a change in their mindset. It seemed that Chu Wen's true strength was just so-so; he was just very fast, and with the help of some external forces, he was indeed a great threat.
But in the virtual arena, without external assistance, he is just an ordinary genius.
Some people felt a little better, but the Knicks' expression grew increasingly serious.
"What's going on... his attacks don't seem random. How can he manage to attack from the same spot every time?"
"He's guiding Zhang Fengming to play defense? How could this be..."
He didn't know what breaking the limit level meant, but he could clearly see Wen's movement route and the angle of his sword strike.
Li Muyan, who was standing to the side, also frowned slightly. She had also noticed this situation, but she didn't understand how it was done.
How could Chu Wen allow Zhang Fengming to follow the predicted offensive route every time he defended?
Simply using the opponent's force against them isn't enough to achieve this level of skill...
"That's about it. So what if it's golden bones? It can still be severed."
Chu Wen's gaze sharpened, and as he turned to attack, his battle blade shot out—
He sheathed his sword at the edge of the abyss!
One fatal blow to the throat!
Zhang Fengming was completely unaware that something was wrong. He continued to endure the pain and stretched out his arm to block, but unexpectedly, his arm was severed by a knife!
Immediately afterwards, the upward-slicing blade of light sliced through his neck, and a headless corpse collapsed with a crash, disappearing into the virtual arena!
"what?"
"How did you do that?"
"Did you see that? Zhang Fengming's arm was just severed!"
"How is that possible? How could he cut through golden bones? How could golden bones be cut by a battle sword made of ordinary materials?"