Chapter 15: Hell Arena (Part 5)

Leiting's rage was ignited instantly; his fists clenched tightly, and his massive alloy arms began to vibrate slightly, emitting a metallic screech that seemed exceptionally heavy and dangerous.

He leaped up suddenly, lunging toward Lin Fan, his arms swinging a massive alloy hammer like a bolt of lightning striking down toward Lin Fan's head.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes; he did not dodge but stood there quietly, seemingly waiting for Leiting's attack.

Just as the alloy hammer was about to strike him, Lin Fan tilted his body slightly and leaped up like a bolt of lightning, using his powerful Body Cultivator strength to swiftly evade Leiting's attack.

After Leiting landed, the ground shook violently, as if a bomb had exploded, and a massive shockwave spread in all directions.

The audience retreated one after another, yet Lin Fan remained unaffected by this shockwave.

He stood firmly in the arena, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain: "Is that all?"

A flicker of rage flashed in Leiting's eyes, and he swung the alloy hammer to lunge at Lin Fan again.

The massive hammer arm stirred up a fierce wind, and the air whistled under the pressure.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and leaped lightly, evading Leiting's attack, his body approaching Leiting's flank as swiftly as a ghost.

Leiting clearly had not expected Lin Fan's speed to be so fast; he tried to turn around to grab Lin Fan, but Lin Fan's figure had already vanished from before his eyes.

The next moment, a sharp whistling of wind came to Leiting's ears; Lin Fan had already appeared behind him and delivered a fierce kick.

That kick was as powerful as an electric shock, accurately striking Leiting's waist, causing his entire massive body to lunge forward, nearly falling to the ground.

Leiting gritted his teeth, his immense strength allowing him to quickly stabilize his body, and he glared fiercely.

"You brat, you really do have some tricks up your sleeve."

Leiting was finally somewhat moved, though mostly by anger; he clenched his fists, and the gaze beneath his metal mask became even more ferocious.

Standing in the distance with his hands in his pockets, Lin Fan's eyes were filled with disdain. "I said it before, it's not like you can take me down just because you want to."

With a roar, Leiting raised his arms, and the massive alloy hammer swung over once more.

Lin Fan's eyes brightened slightly; he knew that Leiting's full-force attack had arrived.

At this moment, Lin Fan moved suddenly, his body shooting out rapidly, his swift movements resembling a leopard lunging at its prey.

Leiting's attack missed, and Lin Fan's fist had already smashed fiercely into Leiting's abdomen.

A sound of metal clashing rang out, Leiting's body bent violently, and a sharp pain shot through his chest, nearly making him vomit blood.

His powerful strike had missed, and his consciousness became blurred for a fleeting moment.

The audience's eyes widened, and expressions of shock spread across their faces.

Lin Fan's speed and strength completely exceeded their imagination.

Leiting gasped for air and looked up; the previous contempt and disdain in his eyes were gone, replaced instead by a hint of surprise and vigilance.

He growled lowly: "Who… exactly are you?"

"I'm just looking for someone." Lin Fan's tone was flat, as if there were not the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning from the blue, exploding throughout the entire arena.

All the spectators held their breath, waiting for what would happen next.

The battle continued, and Leiting had completely entered a mechanized state.

There was no longer any emotion in his eyes, only cold calculation and endless rage.

He pressed the controller inside his body, shutting down his pain sensory System, forcibly transforming himself into a pure combat machine.

Lin Fan's footwork remained agile, dodging Leiting's attacks one after another, but he began to feel a hint of fatigue.

Leiting's strength was immense and his speed was also astonishing; every attack carried an overwhelming Aura.

Leiting's arms began to deform, and the sound of metal rang out continuously; his arms instantly transformed into various sharp weapons—long spears, giant blades, and even massive iron hammers, all shifting freely under his control.

Every time Leiting swung a weapon, the air seemed to be torn apart, stirring up intense wind pressure.

Although Lin Fan was extremely fast, every time he made contact with Leiting's weapons, he could feel the immense power, and even the airflow erupting in the air made him feel slightly suffocated.

Finally, during an extremely fierce attack, Lin Fan was struck hard by Leiting's giant hammer; his body was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the hard metal wall.

A sharp pain radiated from almost every bone in his body; he struggled to stand up, his heart rate accelerating rapidly as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Fan endured the pain, but his gaze became increasingly determined. "If I can't even beat you, then how am I supposed to recruit anyone?"

He shook his head slightly and quickly retrieved a rare healing Medicinal Pill from the System space; after swallowing it, his injuries recovered rapidly.

Xiao Du said with concern: "Take it easy, you were only rewarded with three of these Medicinal Pills."

Lin Fan didn't have time to reply to Xiao Du; Leiting's mechanical arm had already transformed into a giant energy sword, the tip of which flashed with blinding light as it struck down fiercely toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's gaze narrowed; he tapped his toes lightly and leaped up swiftly, instantly flashing behind Leiting.

His movements were as swift as lightning; before Leiting could react, Lin Fan delivered a kick to Leiting's arm, directly kicking the weapon interface of the giant energy sword loose, emitting a harsh metallic screech.

Leiting turned around violently, his eyes burning with flames of rage, and he swung his damaged mechanical arm furiously, wanting to defeat Lin Fan once again.

Lin Fan did not retreat in the slightest; instead, he rushed forward, his arms swinging rapidly, and the punches he threw carried enough power to seemingly tear the air apart, striking directly at Leiting's chest.

Leiting was forced back a few steps by Lin Fan's punch, but he immediately stabilized his figure and revealed a sneer.

"Do you think you can hurt me with just this little bit of strength?"

However, Lin Fan did not stop; he took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and gathered all his strength to strike fiercely the next moment.

He kicked Leiting's chest, directly pushing the opponent's body away.

At the same time, he took the opportunity to grab Leiting's damaged mechanical arm and tore it off completely.

A violent booming sound rang out, and Leiting's mechanical arm sparked fiercely, falling from the air.

Leiting's movements became sluggish, as if he had lost his Soul.

"You… actually…" Leiting's voice became hoarse and cold; his expression was twisted, with rage and pain intertwined.

Beneath the transparent glass cover, his brain was writhing, seemingly trying to regain control.

Lin Fan stood where he was, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He already understood that Leiting's body was almost completely cybernetic; destroying Leiting's only remaining brain would only make him a pure combat machine.

And that mechanical body of his, which carried the energy source, could recover or even become stronger as long as the energy remained.

"I can't drag this out any longer."