Chapter 14: Hell Arena (IV)

Lin Fan's almost impeccable footwork and agile reactions made them realize that this battle was not as simple as they had anticipated.

The absolute speed and flexibility Lin Fan displayed instantly made the atmosphere in the entire arena tense and filled with suspense.

Nightingale sat on the high platform, her face serious, with a faint glimmer flickering in her eyes.

She clearly realized that Lin Fan's strength far exceeded her expectations; this young man was not just an ordinary challenger, but could even become the dark horse of the Hell Arena.

Lin Fan knew that although Karl had a massive build and his mechanical body provided him with powerful offensive capabilities, those shortcomings of clumsiness and lack of flexibility could be exploited.

His goal was not to confront Karl directly in terms of strength, but to gradually exhaust Karl's energy through speed and technique.

Suddenly, Lin Fan felt Karl's laser blade coming at him again.

Lin Fan did not rush to dodge; instead, he accelerated instantly, lunging directly at Karl's waist, and successfully grabbed the core of his laser blade.

With this momentary confrontation, Lin Fan instantly changed his posture, violently twisting Karl's arm and giving it a hard shove.

With a screech of metal, Karl's laser blade fell to the ground.

Immediately after, Lin Fan's right fist exploded, striking hard against Karl's mechanical chest armor.

"Bang—"

With a loud crash, Karl's chest armor emitted a violent metallic collision sound, and his body fell backward uncontrollably, losing his balance and crashing to the floor.

The Hell Arena suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed tightly on the fallen steel giant.

Nightingale's gaze became even sharper; she seemed to realize that Lin Fan had reached the most critical step.

Lin Fan stood still, panting, looking at the fallen Karl.

A cold sneer curled the corner of his mouth: "Just now you said, could an ordinary human like me defeat you? Now, the answer is obvious."

Although Karl's mechanical body was formidable, he was clearly defeated in this battle by Lin Fan's speed and technique.

Eventually, enduring intense pain, he struggled to stand up from the ground.

He looked at Lin Fan, his eyes complex, and spat out a mouthful of blood: "You… are a monster."

Lin Fan did not respond, just smiled slightly and turned to walk toward the arena exit.

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the spectator stands.

Although most people still doubted Lin Fan's true strength, at this moment, he stood at the pinnacle of this bloody battlefield.

As Lin Fan walked out of the Hell Arena, at the entrance of the narrow corridor, Nightingale stood up, a glimmer of appreciation flashing in her eyes.

Her tone became calm and firm: "Very good, you have passed my test, but this is just the beginning. Next, I will prepare a bigger challenge for you. If you can pass it, you will gain more than just money and fame."

Lin Fan stopped and stared unreservedly at Nightingale's perky breasts. "I'm just here to find someone."

Nightingale was not only not disgusted by Lin Fan's naked gaze but actually felt a bit more favorably toward him.

She pouted coquettishly, "No matter what you are here for, the amount of strength you display corresponds to how much reward we can give you."

"Fine, I agree!" Lin Fan turned around and returned to the arena.

Lin Fan stepped back into the arena, and all eyes instantly focused on him.

The audience below stopped cheering in unison, watching him quietly, their eyes filled with surprise, confusion, and expectation.

Nightingale stood on the high platform, her figure as enchanting as a phantom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you have all seen, Lin Fan, this dark horse contender, is truly impressive. He will challenge our ultimate warrior, 'Thunder'."

As soon as her voice fell, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense.

Everyone's gaze turned to the other end of the arena.

There, a tall man slowly walked out, his physique robust, resembling a small mountain.

His muscles were like forged steel, as if every muscle was a precision-polished weapon.

His skin presented an unnatural gray color, and his whole body was filled with a metallic texture, as if his entire body had undergone some kind of extreme cybernetic modification.

He wore a steel-like mask on his face, with only a pair of eyes revealing a cold, piercing light from the slits of the mask.

This was Thunder, the most powerful warrior in this arena, known as the undefeated legend.

He was not just a massive fighting machine, but one who had survived countless duels and undergone countless brutal cybernetic modifications to become what he was now.

Every duel made his body stronger and more invincible.

Every step he took carried a tremor, as if every stride could make the ground echo.

Thunder's eyes were locked tightly onto Lin Fan, cold and intimidating.

Although Lin Fan had displayed astonishing speed and strength in the previous battle, Thunder was not afraid in the slightest.

The audience in the arena boiled over, with intense cheers and noisy discussions rising and falling.

The stakes soared rapidly, and the air was permeated with the tension and excitement of the gamblers.

Several big shots sitting behind the scenes had already taken out their chips, preparing to place their bets.

These chips were not ordinary money, but contraband, rare high-end weapons, modification technology, and even some unspeakable transactions—women, intelligence, and even privileges.

"Thunder will absolutely not let you leave alive!" A voice echoed in Lin Fan's ear.

That was a whisper from some high rollers in the audience, who clearly held some contempt for Lin Fan, believing him to be nothing more than an ignorant small-timer.

Lin Fan paid no attention to these voices; his gaze was locked tightly onto Thunder.

The surrounding noise seemed to no longer exist, and he could feel the powerful pressure emanating from Thunder, as if the air itself was being compressed to the point of immobility.

But this did not make Lin Fan retreat; instead, it stirred up a sense of excitement in his heart.

"It's been a long time since I've encountered a decent opponent."

Lin Fan thought to himself, his tone calm yet full of confidence.

Thunder's strength could not be underestimated, but he, Lin Fan, the God of the Void Realm Dao, was not to be trifled with, even if he only relied on his Body Cultivator skills without his cultivation base.

Nightingale let out a coquettish laugh, watching the tense atmosphere in the arena; she leaned forward slightly and said charmingly: "Let us see who the winner of today will be."

As her voice fell, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense to the extreme.

The Hell Arena suddenly became deathly silent, and almost all breathing seemed to freeze between Lin Fan and Thunder.

The audience's eyes were locked tightly on the two, the air seemed to have solidified, and even breathing became heavy.

Thunder's eyes carried disdain, and the corner of his mouth under the metal mask curled up slightly, emitting a low, cold sneer: "You are nothing but a trivial, worthless challenger. Today, you will only become my stepping stone."

Lin Fan, however, remained unshaken, watching Thunder expressionlessly, his feet not moving an inch.

He knew that this battle was by no means as simple as previous contests; the pressure Thunder displayed had already far exceeded any opponent he had ever encountered.

"You are nothing special either." Lin Fan responded indifferently, his words filled with confidence and calm.