CHAPTER 770: CHAPTER 472: FIFTEEN ROUNDS, THE MASTER FROM CHINA!

Wayne was a proud man, with his own plans in mind, but he was quite interested in this unexpectedly abrupt and enigmatic master, about whom it was difficult to gather any information in a short amount of time.

Otherwise, there would have been no need for him, who had just planned to leave, to turn back around.

"However, it is said that this master is a young Oriental Beauty~"

"Oh? What beauty could be more beautiful than you, Anna~"

Their flirtation was oblivious to the surroundings, but suddenly came to an abrupt stop because the mysterious Eastern master had arrived.

Hans was the first to see her.

Upon seeing her, a strong surge of combativeness abruptly rose within him!

An Eastern master? Come on, I won’t be afraid of you...

Sui Yi was no longer new to that inquisitive, surprised, or even provocative gaze from these people. It was just that the C-level combat room’s was much more intense than that of the B-level, perhaps because these people had stronger abilities and were even less afraid of challenges.

"You’re my opponent?"

Hans asked as he stepped forward.

Sui Yi nodded, "That’s right, shall we start now?"

"Of course," Hans already took her presence as a direct provocation.

Sui Yi didn’t make a fuss; the two, from opposite sides, ascended the steps...

Below, the crowd erupted in cheers, some rooting for Hans to tear apart Sui Yi, others whistling provocatively at Sui Yi.

It seemed as though in this world, all the evil thoughts of people were infinitely magnified, but their fighting spirit was also very strong, not caring about beauty, gender, status; only sheer, absolute power was of importance!

Once in the arena, Hans barely set his foot before he turned into an afterimage!

He unexpectedly chose to launch a surprise attack first!

That afterimage, at first glance, looked like a lone wolf, power converging into his fist, and when he struck, the air to the left of Sui Yi’s temple was slightly twisted.

Space air burst!

When space burst open... it literally burst open!

Bang! A loud noise.

The man disappeared!

Hans’s hair stood on end, but he only felt a slight chill on the left side of his neck, like a breeze as sharp as a knife...

Thud!

Hans fell to the ground.

Sui Yi, standing behind him, quietly withdrew her hand.

However, the audience still saw that hand—too delicate, seemingly boneless, yet in that split second, it lightly struck Hans’s neck, causing him to faint, much like the outcomes for those before him.

A one-second kill.

None were the exception, whether G, F, E, D, or C—it was the same.

Ding! The judge struck the Hammer, declaring Sui Yi the victor. The fighting information on the big screen updated: Sui Yi won. Besides the 10 Combat Points that were originally for both parties, a note indicated the profit for betting on Sui Yi’s victory was 8 points, meaning she earned an additional 4 points for a total of 12 points.

Sui Yi hadn’t tallied her accumulating Combat Points from previous victories, but presumed they wouldn’t amount to much, as the incremental increase in Combat Points with each escalating combat level was slight, and the profits from wins were minimal due to the scarce number of betters.

--Essentially everyone knew Sui Yi’s strength far surpassed those levels.

That means she gained 4 points from the battle with Hans.

Plus the initial 0.5.

It was paltry.

But then...

As Hans was carried away, the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Heavens, she has a second match!"

"Isn’t there always a second match? It seems she intends to challenge five consecutive levels with fifteen matches!"

"But her opponent is Mark!"

Mark, a B-level master, a combatant whose Combat Points had accumulated to 100. Although he didn’t rank with the Marquis of Rose’s 300 Combat Points, he was, after all, B-level.

Seeing someone from B-level in a C-level combat room was a rare sight.

And at that moment, Mark had already made his way through the corridor from the B-level combat room.

His step was as steady as a mountain; when he approached, the people in C-level fell silent.

The natural fear and reverence they held for B-level stemmed from its post-watershed strength.

Mark was a burly man with a bushy beard, standing over one meter ninety tall, with reddish-brown hair slightly curling up. After stepping out of the corridor, his footsteps paused, and he laughed upon seeing Sui Yi.

"I know China is a land abundant with masters, so when I saw someone choose a C-level challenge right from G-level, opting for immediate combat, I knew it had to be a B-level master, and I was right!"

"Young Chinese lady, I am very much looking forward to our battle," he said.

It seemed he had already used his B-level privilege to see Sui Yi’s nationality. Talking, he took a wine glass from a server’s tray, downed it in one gulp, and then... with a push of his foot, propelled himself out like a cannonball... just as the glass landed back on the tray from midair.

Whoosh!

He had already reached the platform seven meters away, falling in a parabola, fists raised in the air, smashing down!

Boom!

His fist struck the surface of the arena, the cold hard granite cracking with a pattern, sending a massive wave of alarm through the crowd as they gasped in shock.

But.. Brother Ma went dark before his eyes...

A leg whip is coming!

He blocked with one hand...

Thud!

His entire being was kicked away!

The force was so fierce that, just as he was about to fly out of the ring, the crowd gasped in shock... snap! He grabbed onto a pillar of the ring with one hand and, with a push, flung himself back into the fray!

Like a fierce tiger!

The air was intense, as if a tiger roared!

Although Sui Yi’s fighting style was not afraid of close combat, she disliked brute force, favoring precision and grandeur instead. She dodged with a quick sidestep, but her opponent had his hand shaped like a claw, tearing towards her neck!

The tearing arc and strength were immense; it seemed as though five claw marks already existed in the air...

Her opponent was from Siberia, where attacks are known to be learned from fierce animals like tigers and wolves, aiming for the kill with each move...

This time, Sui Yi didn’t retreat. Instead, she pivoted on her left foot, her body spinning forty-five degrees. With her right hand raised, her index finger and thumb pressed perfectly upon Mark’s tiger claw... pressing down on his vital point.

Brother Ma’s body softened instantly, his face turned deathly pale, unable to move an inch.

One firm, one gentle, that is the way of technique.

Sui Yi was undoubtedly following the path of technique, or at least, that is what she had shown thus far—subduing many with just the slightest touch of a hand.

But at least, in addition to the hand-chop knockout, she now had another trick—pressing down on vital points.

The whole audience felt a chill, and the Duke of Rose furrowed his eyebrows, "Such speed..."

"Wayne, she’s terrifying. That single press almost made Mark look like he was on the brink of death..."

"That’s the Chinese acupoint technique. As long as you’re fast enough, there’s nothing to fear,"

Thus, the Duke of Rose was even more astonished by Sui Yi’s speed because she was faster than Mark, making Mark’s defeat inevitable.

However, she posed no real threat to him.

"Chinese martial arts are truly fearsome indeed!"

"If a light touch can subdue someone like this, then the legends of killing a person by pointing at them from several meters away must be true?"

The overt national power of China may currently fall behind some capitalist countries due to historical reasons, but its clandestine strength has always been terrifying, often hidden and shrouded in mystery.

Therefore, whenever adventurers from around the world go to the China Region, they generally dare not act too arrogantly and would report in advance to their peers, lest they provoke other Chinese adventurers and end up with nowhere to cry after being dealt with.

Of course, Mark was clearly the one who had been bullied now.

His dark skin had turned several shades paler. Luckily, Sui Yi had already let go of his wrist. He sighed in relief but then his eyes shifted, "It seems I haven’t admitted defeat yet. Aren’t you worried I might continue?"

Sui Yi: "The same."

You still can’t win, no matter what. You’ll lose all the same~

Ah, those words carried a calm tone but were filled with an unspoken arrogance!

A straight stab to the heart.

Mark was somewhat disheartened and touched his wrist, still shaken, "Alright, I lost."

He admitted defeat. Due to his temperament, he didn’t hold much grudge against Sui Yi. Instead, he laughed, "You still have one more fight? That I find interesting. Your third opponent is sure to be much stronger than me. This system always... Your opponent is..."

He glanced at the screen and suddenly paused.

Others were already shocked because Sui Yi’s third opponent was...

"It’s you. I was wondering why you hadn’t left by this time of day; why are you still here..." Mark said.

In the VIP seats of the combat room... the Marquis of Rose let go of the beauty in his arms, got up, and smoothed his neat suit jacket, offering Sui Yi a slight smile from above.

"Mark, you pay too much attention to me, which isn’t good for you..."

The intimate brotherly love of the United Kingdom deeply etched into the heart, Mark scowled, I am not one of those English queers!

"Beautiful lady from China, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time..."

Elegant, gentlemanly, and passionate; this was a man with immense allure for women, yet Sui Yi was indifferent. She watched as the Marquis of Rose gracefully descended the stairs...

As he walked down, he began unbuttoning his suit jacket and shirt...

The sight was ambiguously heart-racing.

But those who knew him were aware that on the battlefield, the Marquis of Rose was a bloodthirsty and icy wolf. As each button came undone, the true nature bound within the suit jacket was revealed. Upon entering the ring, Sui Yi saw a golden-haired, blue-eyed, cold-faced slaughterer.

This slaughterer maintained his final shred of gentlemanliness. He extended his hand, "Ladies first."

Sui Yi’s right index finger lightly touched her thumb as she slightly narrowed her eyes. This man... was no ordinary man; he had a special force inside of him.

He was much stronger than Mark.

But she didn’t back down and lightly twirled her right wrist. The arc of that twirling sent an inexplicable sense of crisis through the likes of Mark.

Especially those five fingers, Mark inexplicably felt his wrist hurt again, followed by a headache~

Wayne merely smiled, as if he didn’t see Sui Yi’s hand...

The entire arena fell dead silent, as if the drop of a pin could be heard... then Sui Yi struck!

But a minute before that.

In the adjacent combat room.

In the VIP spectator seats of Combat Room B1, a man with white short hair tapped his cigar on the ashtray and turned his head, "Are you telling me that Wayne is about to face a Chinese girl who just defeated Mark?"(To be continued. If you like this novel, feel free to give it your vote on Qidian Web. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)