Chapter 813: Technology is the Primary Productive Force

It was the first time she had heard someone on the arena use "you can't kill me" as a threat.

This reminded Miss Luo Quan of a TV series she had once watched.

It was about Zhang Sanfeng going to Shaolin to demand justice for his disciple Zhang Cuishan, only for several big monks to threaten him, saying that no matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, he might not be able to defeat their entire temple of over a thousand monks.

Miss Luo Quan found it quite funny.

"Even now, I haven't used my full strength; what makes you think you won't die?"

Miss Luo Quan was not a vicious person; she couldn't bring herself to kill an opponent in a competition, and it wouldn't do her reputation any good in the future either.

Now that victory was in her grasp, she still wanted to persuade Vanovm Weiqi to retreat in the face of difficulties.

But this reckless man couldn't see the situation clearly and actually took the initiative to attack her.

Strangely, Vanovm Weiqi, who should have been seriously injured, was actually moving even faster than before.

This sudden improvement caught Miss Luo Quan off guard, and she was nearly hit in the chin by his punch.

"Since you are obsessed and won't listen, I will fulfill your wish."

Even a clay figurine has a bit of temper; she had originally wanted to spare this man, but she hadn't expected him to be so ignorant of the situation.

So she swept her leg over, kicking his chest with a crisp "crack."

Vanovm Weiqi rolled on the ground like a balloon, but after lying there for less than five seconds, he stood up again immediately.

Seeing this scene, Miss Luo Quan was directly shocked: "He really can't be killed?"

And Vanovm Weiqi seemed quite satisfied with Miss Luo Quan's expression.

It was indeed difficult for a normal person to remain calm in such a situation.

Having injected the "Rasputin Serum," his recovery ability would receive a terrifying boost.

This was a research achievement of the former Soviet Union, though most of the results had been inherited by Russia.

The original effect of this serum wasn't this outrageous; at most, it could quickly stop bleeding, relieve pain, and aid recovery after surgery.

But after being infused with spiritual energy, this serum possessed the magical power to stimulate human vitality.

Don't look at how Miss Luo Quan's kick had caused him a bone fracture; in places invisible to the naked eye, the cracks in his bones were healing rapidly.

In fact, as long as it wasn't a serious injury that caused a limb to break off, it could heal at this speed.

"It seems you have improved your physical fitness through some special means."

Miss Luo Quan looked at Vanovm Weiqi's smug expression and felt a bit helpless.

I didn't use a weapon because you didn't use one, so I only used my fists.

But I didn't expect you to be so shameless, so don't blame her.

"Have you heard of my cooking skills?" Miss Luo Quan slowly drew Dahei, and a cold light flashed across Vanovm Weiqi's face.

I can cut a piece of tofu the size of a fist into thin threads that can pass through the eye of a needle.

"People are harder than tofu, so I can cut even thinner."

Miss Luo Quan said, pointing her sword fiercely at Vanovm Weiqi: "I'll ask one last time: do you concede or not?

Think carefully before answering; also, after answering, tell the referee what your blood type is!"

The look Miss Luo Quan gave Vanovm Weiqi was as if Hannibal were staring at today's dinner.

Even though Vanovm Weiqi had been a mercenary for over a decade, he had never seen such a look.

He had seen plenty of butchers who killed without blinking in his many years of war.

But Miss Luo Quan's look was that of someone who ate people without blinking.

There was a fundamental difference between the two.

An emotion called fear sprouted in Vanovm Weiqi's heart.

"Three!"

Miss Luo Quan spun her sword and began the ultimatum.

Dahei began to tremble with excitement; as a weapon of slaughter, it hadn't tasted blood for several hundred years.

"Two!"

Miss Luo Quan maintained the high-frequency spiritual energy output after opening the Gate of Rest, her muscles tense and rigid, preparing for the attack she was about to launch.

"I concede."

At the final moment, Vanovm Weiqi's psychological defense finally collapsed.

It all stemmed from that soul-stirring look in Miss Luo Quan's eyes.

That was a look only a true butcher could possess.

In her eyes, he was probably no better than a pig, cow, chicken, or duck.

It was just a competition; he didn't need to risk his life.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

Miss Luo Quan retracted her long sword, and a warm smile climbed back onto her cheeks.

"Vanovm Weiqi concedes, Miss Luo Quan wins!"

Cheers erupted throughout the arena; this result hadn't exceeded anyone's expectations.

And the barrage of comments from the Chinese side was already laughing with joy:

"Told you to stop showing off; now you've been cured."

"Still didn't want to concede? Once Luo Bao pulled out that big sword, didn't it scare the crap out of you?"

"Although, Miss Luo Quan is a bit lacking in 'martial virtue,' right? Didn't she say she'd use her bare hands?"

"Didn't she already fight with her bare hands? Luo Bao beat this Vanovm Weiqi until he was crawling, and she clearly held back, but this kid didn't know when to quit."

"To deal with a rogue, you have to be a bit more ruthless!"

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After the match ended, the barrage was full of cheers; Miss Luo Quan's strong performance had vented some pent-up anger for everyone.

After defeating this strong enemy, Miss Luo Quan was one step closer to the championship of the Europa Warrior Tournament.

The quarterfinals were all finished in one day; Miss Luo Quan's opponent in the semifinals was a wrestler from Greece, whose strength was average, so she was basically guaranteed a spot in the finals.

On the other side, the only one who could still make her feel threatened was Grein from the Holy See.

His opponent wasn't a particularly difficult expert to deal with either, so it was estimated the final would be against Grein.

At this point, the betting companies also released the odds for the champion.

The odds for the two people other than Miss Luo Quan and Grein were quite high, directly at one to over ten, but anyone with a brain wouldn't choose them.

And because Miss Luo Quan's performance had been too strong, her odds were the lowest, and there were quite a lot of people buying her to win.

However, wealth is sought in danger; Grein's strength was also quite strong, and it wouldn't be surprising if he really defeated Miss Luo Quan.

So the number of people buying Grein to win the championship was the highest, accounting for fifty-five percent.

And when the semifinal schedule came out, that same evening, the opponents of both Miss Luo Quan and Grein chose to concede one after another, directly taking their semifinal prizes and leaving.

At their level, they either don't get injured, or if they do, it's quite serious.

Spending money and time on treatment is a small matter, but if they hurt their foundation and affect future cultivation, that would be truly terrible.

So, since they were going to lose anyway, they might as well concede early to avoid a beating.

And after these two contestants conceded, Miss Luo Quan and Grein automatically advanced.

The semifinals were skipped, and the final would be held two days later.

This news caused those gamblers who wanted to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle to instantly explode.

Many had just placed their bets at noon, and when the results came out in the evening, they immediately lost everything.

This speed was simply faster than playing the stock market.

At the very least, in the stock market, as long as you don't use leverage, if it drops to a certain ratio every day, it will hit the limit, and there is still the possibility of stopping losses in time; even if you lose, you won't lose every single penny.

But once you bet wrong here, it's a true loss of everything; you can't even get back a single hair.

Overnight, who knows how many people headed to the rooftops.

"Dad, do you think there's any black technology in Russia or the US that can greatly improve physical fitness in a short time?"

After dinner, Miss Luo Quan asked her well-informed father about this matter.

Vanovm Weiqi's sudden increase in strength during the day was definitely not normal.

It didn't look like he was using spiritual energy at all; it was more like he was stimulating his body's potential.

It sounded a bit like her Eight Inner Gates, but one relied on self-cultivation, while the other relied on taking drugs.

"Of course there is; the US has the Superman Serum, and Russia has the Rasputin Serum, both of which have similar effects," Eric nodded and said.

"Tell me more about this Russian one." Miss Luo Quan remembered that Vanovm Weiqi was Russian, so she was quite interested in the second serum.

However, Eric's expression became a bit strange, and he hesitated for a while before saying: "This Rasputin Serum is said to be a serum made from the blood of Rasputin.

Those who inject it can gain the same endurance and vitality as Rasputin."

"So that's it," Miss Luo Quan said thoughtfully.

Rasputin was a famous evil monk in Russian history; besides having a pair of eyes that could bewitch people, he was also a complete lecher.

Legend has it that he had slept with all the noble women of the Tsarist Russian dynasty, and every time he met a virgin, he would pull out one of her hairs.

After Rasputin was executed, several large boxes of girls' hair were found in his residence; one can imagine how many girls he had harmed.

But if it were just that, his life wouldn't be so legendary.

What truly made Rasputin remembered by the world was his death.

It is said that to kill him, people first fed him a cake filled with potassium cyanide.

Potassium cyanide is a highly toxic substance that can kill a person in ten-plus seconds with just a tiny bit, but Rasputin was jumping around like nothing happened after eating it.

Subsequently, the executioners, who didn't believe in evil, used over a dozen methods, including knife cuts, bullets, burning, and live burial.

But every time it seemed successful, Rasputin could open his eyes and resurrect again.

Finally, they threw him into an icy river to suffocate for ten minutes before he was completely killed.

Such vitality, honestly, couldn't even be described as a cockroach; a tardigrade might be more appropriate.

It is precisely because of this that Rasputin is called the "unkillable evil monk."

Of course, these are all legends, and there is no real video record; whether it was to demonize him or if it was true, only those who experienced it would know.

But one thing can be confirmed, and that is that Rasputin was truly fierce in that department; he could be called a dual hero alongside China's Lao Ai.

After Rasputin died, his "second brother" was cut off and soaked in formalin, and it is still kept in a museum for people to admire today.

And for such an evil person with such an "unsuitable for children" experience, it's no wonder Dad's expression was a bit strange.

But if the serum Vanovm Weiqi used was really made from Rasputin's blood.

Then, judging by the recovery ability he displayed, those legends about Rasputin were probably all true.

This also shows that many countries have taken different paths based on spiritual energy.

Not limited to antiques, but enhancing themselves through technology.

Just like the serum in Captain America, perhaps some unknown laboratory is currently researching this kind of thing.

It might even have already been successfully researched.

"Are you very interested in this thing?

Actually, I have a friend who is researching this, but the serum is still in the experimental stage, and the effect is not particularly stable."

Eric mistakenly thought his daughter wanted to understand this, but Miss Luo Quan shook her head: "Dad, you misunderstood; I'm just purely curious and want to know what Vanovm Weiqi used today.

Now that I know what's going on, that's enough."

"Then forget it," Eric nodded and didn't say anything more.

After dinner, Miss Luo Quan started her live stream as usual.

Fewer people were watching her live stream today because many had gone to watch the Martial Arts Alliance Leader Conference.

After nearly a month of rest, the national elimination tournament had officially begun.

From now on, there would be one match a day, each one a duel between experts; for the audience, it was certainly a visual feast, and for the entire internet, it was a carnival.

And the final of the Europa Warrior Tournament was also about to begin, although the momentum wasn't as grand as the one in China.

But Miss Luo Quan was in this final match.

Just this name was a huge source of traffic; brands wanting to place ads in the final match had already started bidding, with prices starting directly at ten million dollars, and the competition was exceptionally fierce.

"Luo Bao, which antiques do you plan to choose as a reward this time?"

The fans didn't know the magical uses of antiques, but they knew that the contestants could choose antiques as rewards.

Internationally, the things that are easy to carry and have high value are famous paintings and antiques.

The former relies on hype, while the latter mainly depends on age. The antiques that could be chosen this time weren't particularly old, and there were no antiques with significant meaning like the animal heads.

"Definitely choosing our China's,"

Miss Luo Quan's answer would never disappoint the fans.

"Mainly because the ones from other countries are a bit lackluster; they have no value to me, so it's better to bring back our own cultural relics," she repeated.

The fans laughed:

"As expected of you; these words are too real."

"To be honest, those antiques from other countries really have no artistic value; they are definitely money-losing goods."

"It's quite painful that these Chinese cultural relics flowing outside have to be brought back in such a way."

"These aren't even the most precious ones; the real good stuff is in museums or in the collection rooms of some collectors."

"How many treasures has our China lost?"

"Countless."

"When foreigners went to Dunhuang to steal the grotto statues, they loaded them by the truckload."

"It hurts just thinking about it."

"One day, these treasures will all be brought back!"

…………

In such times, the best way is to let the fans' emotions run their course.

Say more, err more; say less, err less.

Miss Luo Quan felt this topic was a bit sensitive; if she talked too much, it would be easy to get her live stream room banned.

However, to fit the mood, she ordered "Blue and White Porcelain."

The beautiful and pleasant singing made the indignant fans feel much better. ===== CHAPTER 814 =====