Chapter 3977: Chapter 3996: On the Battlefield, Only Death Matters, Not Methods

The audience watched this cat-and-mouse-like battle and burst into laughter.

No one mocked Lin Chen for hiding, as driving the fourth place of the previous Jinghai City division to this point was a testament to his ability.

You laugh at him for playing hide-and-seek, why don’t you try it yourself?

See how hard Qiao Fan’s fists are and if he’ll punch you to death?

Qiao Fan had a dark expression, clearly distressed.

This battle was impossible to fight!

Lin Chen was strong to begin with, and his cultivation methods were endless. Even though my strength could break through forcefully, I was becoming restless from the entanglement.

If I don’t focus, I risk injury and defeat. If I do, it feels like I’m fighting the air, waging both intelligence and strength.

Lin Chen remained calm, as he was aiming for the final victory anyway.

How I win, why should it concern you?

As long as I win through ability, you can’t expect me to confront my weakness against the opponent’s strength, right?

After a while, Lin Chen began tentative attacks.

After several exchanges, Lin Chen sensed Qiao Fan’s energy depleting, and he stopped delaying. A streak of golden light flew out and landed behind Lin Chen.

The golden light danced, and a radiant Eight-Armed Arhat appeared in midair, instantly widening everyone’s eyes.

"Damn, what is that?"

"Summoning divine spirits out of nowhere?"

"This move is too cool!"

"He actually has more tricks up his sleeve! This guy is too difficult to deal with. Even if he’s slightly weaker in strength, with all sorts of methods, he can’t be stopped."

Qiao Fan’s face grew solemn, this radiant Eight-Armed Arhat imposing tremendous pressure on him.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The Eight-Armed Arhat wielded various magical artifacts, forcefully crushing down, each strike carrying an apocalyptic power.

Qiao Fan dared not be careless, swinging his boxing gloves, punching like the wind, trading blow for blow with the Eight-Armed Arhat.

Lin Chen activated the Chaos World Suppression Stele, with the Earth pouring down like a mountain flood, enveloping Qiao Fan, while the sky above was being pounded by the Eight-Armed Arhat’s frenzied assaults.

Lin Chen wielded the Black Blade, energy from the Furnace flowed fiercely.

Just as Qiao Fan was delivering another punch, breaking apart a magical artifact that came head-on, the Chaos World Suppression Stele, like a mountain, brought down a torrent formed with the Earth directly upon him.

Qiao Fan took a deep breath, delivering a heavenly punch.

"Break for me!"

With Qiao Fan’s burst of energy, terrifying power exploded from his punch, blasting open the Earth torrent straightaway, with the energy wave relentless, ultimately crashing into the Chaos World Suppression Stele.

"Boom!"

The moment of the collision, Lin Chen stepped forward, instantly appearing behind Qiao Fan, bringing down a strike.

Qiao Fan barely had time to dodge, spinning like a gale, delivering a punch towards Lin Chen’s Black Blade in his turn.

"Boom!"

The terrifying energy exploded, amid the energy shock, both Lin Chen and Qiao Fan were sent flying.

Yet Qiao Fan was still airborne when the Eight-Armed Arhat swung down again with the magical artifacts.

"Boom!"

Regardless of how formidable Qiao Fan was, he was unable to contend with so many powerful attacks continuously.

If your fists are swift, I still have eight arms.

Qiao Fan could only cross his fists defensively in front of him.

Qiao Fan was like a baseball hit by a high-speed bat, directly crashing towards the ground.

He hadn’t even touched the ground, and the other arms of the Eight-Armed Arhat were already swinging weapons downwards.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Fan seemed like a red-hot iron piece placed on an anvil being hammered repeatedly.

After sustaining successive heavy hits, Qiao Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura plummeted, and he became dispirited.

Lin Chen steadied himself after being blown back a section, stepped forward once more, appearing above Qiao Fan with a swing of his Black Blade, slicing fiercely downward.

Qiao Fan, blood spewing from the beatings of the Eight-Armed Arhat’s artifacts, every time he tried to gather strength, he was scattered by the next blow. Facing Lin Chen’s strike now, how could he possibly block it completely?

"Boom!"

Following another intense explosion, Qiao Fan, his body drenched in blood, was sent flying, crashing heavily on the Barrier, fainting.

The battle ended.

Silence enveloped the arena.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lin Chen, eyes full of disbelief.

Lin Chen actually won?

Although he began by playing hide-and-seek, and Qiao Fan was helpless, everyone saw Lin Chen could win by outlasting. But Lin Chen didn’t persist with that; he chose to clash head-on after depleting some opponent’s strength, and in such a collision, Lin Chen emerged victorious.

Qiao Fan was carried off the Race Field by rescue personnel, and Lin Chen walked back to the holding area amid sky-filled cheers.

In the holding area, the remaining contestants had a subtle expression watching Lin Chen.

Zhuang Liqun greeted Lin Chen proactively for the first time, "Lin Chen, what’s with that Dharma Aspect?"

Lin Chen replied, "It’s a type of talent; Nalan Wushuang’s Azure Sea Bright Moon is the same, just exhibited differently."

Zhuang Liqun curiously asked, "Are there many with such talent in your place?"

Lin Chen answered, "Very few, one in a million cultivators."

Zhuang Liqun nodded, smiling, "To stand at the pinnacle of your world naturally means you aren’t ordinary people. You’re impressive, the future of Jinghai City hinges on you."

Lin Chen humbly said, "Mr. Zhuang, you’re too kind. I just got lucky not facing you, or else I would have surely lost."

Zhuang Liqun chuckled, "If you solely played hide-and-seek with me, I’d be helpless."

Lin Chen, with a helpless expression, said, "I had no choice; I couldn’t win face-to-face, so I had to rely on some methods to weaken the opponent."

Zhuang Liqun nodded, "On the battlefield, methods don’t matter, only victory and defeat, life and death matter; it’s the same in the Race Field. Moreover, you warriors haven’t been cultivating long; in due time, you will surely reach higher realms."

Lin Chen laughed, "Thank you for your kind words, I hope for such a day."

As they spoke, the fourth match started.

"Chenxing Logistics. Yao Xuanji—He. He Tianya"

Yao Xuanji’s fighting style was similar to Lin Chen’s; she used magical treasure and divine power to attack He Tianya but wasn’t eager to strike. If the opponent attacked her, she’d use Space Supernatural to dodge.

Although He Tianya was quite strong, he did not have the ability to break Yao Xuanji’s method, gradually exhausting, ultimately being worn down by her relentlessly.

During the battle, He Tianya left openings multiple times, trying to lure Yao Xuanji to take the bait, but Yao Xuanji, having received Lin Chen’s reminder, didn’t fall for it once, steadily and securely wearing him down, slowly playing hide-and-seek.

He Tianya was eventually exhausted of physical power and defeated by Yao Xuanji.

Yao Xuanji’s victory elicited another round of exclamations from the onlookers.

Chenxing Logistics actually won another match!

Before, it was the Chen Family, completely ousted, now the He Family was completely eliminated too, leaving only Lei Leiheng from the three big families.

The only shoot!

Chenxing Logistics is really incredible.

Competing for the first time and already so ferocious?

They’ve just arrived at the Federation not long ago; if given more time, who can stop them?