Chapter 111: You Are the Ones Who Are Truly Pitiful

Some were shocked, some were dissatisfied, and some were extremely envious.

The points in the Tianbei Fist Tournament are valuable.

A single point is enough to perform Observation and Imagination on a First Grade True Intent Stone for one minute.

If Bing Yi rises by one rank, he can obtain five hundred points...

Of course, only a small portion expressed dissatisfaction.

After all, this is an internal decision of the Tianbei Fist Tournament, and it has nothing to do with them.

Inside the Independent Viewing Room.

Qiu Wei's complexion was extremely poor.

Not only did Bing Yi not finish his challenge, but the Tianbei Fist Tournament even opened the Incentive Prize Pool for him.

Qiu Wei looked at Gong Hangwen beside him, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Gong Hangwen sighed lightly:

"The Tianbei Fist Tournament also wants Bing Yi to continue challenging."

Qiu Wei happens to be at Platinum Rank Twentieth, and this ranking is just too poor.

In the past, Platinum Rank fighters rarely appeared suddenly in the Tianbei Fist Tournament, so Platinum Rank Twentieth could steadily obtain the Monthly Bonus.

But if the number of suddenly appearing Platinum Rank fighters increases, Qiu Wei's ranking will, in nine cases out of ten, be impossible to keep.

The system of Monthly Points is meant to force all fighters above Platinum Rank to climb upward.

Qiu Wei's expression sank; Gong Hangwen does not intend to help him.

"Qiu Wei, I will help you; remember to give me some benefits when it's done."

Tang Jue, who had been silent, spoke up and walked toward the room door.

"Tang Jue, what are you going to do?" Gong Hangwen looked at the Youth named Tang Jue in surprise.

The other party is Gold Rank Second.

"Gong Vice Chief, some things are not suitable for you to do." Tang Jue smiled faintly:

"If Qiu Wei holds on for two more days, he can get three thousand points. If they just disappear like this, it would be too much of a pity."

Gong Hangwen's expression changed slightly: "Don't mess around; this is the Tianbei Fist Tournament."

"Gong Vice Chief!" Qiu Wei spoke, carrying anxiety:

"That is three thousand points. Chu Xuanxian is already at Three-Product Sword Intent, and my relationship with him is not good. Now that I only have One-Pin Saber Intent, if I enter the Tianjiao Trial, I will be killed by him."

Gong Hangwen frowned: "Xuanxian would not do that."

"He would!" Qiu Wei barked: "Just let Tang Jue help me."

Gong Hangwen opened his Mouth, then chose Silence.

Yet in his heart, there was some melancholy.

The geniuses on his side seem strong one by one, but the internal conflicts make him have a headache.

Tang Jue walked out of the Observation Room and soon beckoned, and a man wearing a Cartoon Cat Mask walked over.

Tang Jue took out a bank card, handed it to the man, and then walked toward the Public Preparation Area for Gold Rank Fighters, shouting in a Loud Voice:

"This Bing Yi appeared out of nowhere; is he the illegitimate child of your Tianbei Fist Tournament?"

Inside the Observation Area, the remaining Gold Rank and Silver Rank fighters looked at Tang Jue, and pairs of Pupils beneath their Masks changed color.

"Furthermore, have you noticed? Every time Bing Yi challenges, the requirements for our Gold Rank fighter matches are also delayed. Does this not seriously affect our path to becoming stronger?"

Tang Jue's voice was clear, vibrating outward using SoulRefining as a medium.

Not only in the Public Preparation Area, but all the Audience in the Audience Area were also attracted.

"That's right, Bing Yi's appearance is too abnormal, and the combat power he displays every time is also a large margin stronger than the last."

Some Gold Rank fighters began to echo.

They already had jealousy toward Bing Yi in their hearts; they did not necessarily believe Tang Jue's words.

But as for fanning the flames, who wouldn't know how?

"The matter of the Incentive Prize Pool is an internal regulation of the Tianbei Fist Tournament, but it is true that ever since Bing Yi arrived, our tournament schedule has been delayed."

Another Gold Rank fighter spoke.

At the same time.

Inside the Audience Area, voices also rang out one after another.

Tang Jue looked over faintly; it was that man wearing the Cartoon Cat Mask exerting his influence.

On the Arena, Chen Yan's Gaze was clear.

He looked around faintly.

Wherever there is profit, there is strife.

Even if he, Bing Yi, is a person wearing a Mask whom almost no one in the real world recognizes.

Now that he has touched the interests of others, trouble will also come.

Regarding this point, he does not care.

Not being envied is for the mediocre.

He wants others to envy him, watch his back, and then never be able to touch the hem of his clothes.

To the side, the originally slick Host was also shocked by this scene; he glanced at Chen Yan before Laughing and speaking:

"Hahahaha, Boxer Bing Yi's next match is about to begin; everyone, guess who it will be?"

Whoosh.

In the Audience Area, intense cheers erupted.

Those who want to watch the match are the majority after all; the influence brought by Tang Jue is still just a sprout for now.

"Our Ice Master, just how many rounds can he clear today? I am very curious, and I believe you are all just as curious as I am!"

The Host said, leaping out of the Arena with one foot, and while still in mid-air, he shouted:

"Let us welcome Platinum Rank Twenty-First, Yun Zhongdi!"

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of low, heavy footsteps slowly approached.

Chen Yan looked over to see a Meat Mountain stepping toward him.

It was a man wearing a white tank top and a mask imprinted with broken clouds, his physique resembling a small mountain.

Yun Zhongdi stepped forward, his muscles layered and intertwined, standing on the Arena to look down at Chen Yan.

In an instant, a terrifying Aura struck.

"Green Snake is my girlfriend."

A low voice resounded.

Chen Yan stood quietly without replying, cold air dissipating from the Long Spear in his hand.

"You beat her, and I found it very satisfying."

Boom!

A massive fist struck toward Chen Yan's face, and waves of air were rudely torn apart by this fist.

Chen Yan's expression changed slightly; the power of this punch was even more terrifying than the strongest force he could erupt with.

Buzz!

A point of White Light flickered.

Chen Yan's body retreated, his right foot stepping back to assume a charging stance.

Strands of Swift True Intent gathered before him, making Chen Yan's body appear to become illusory.

His body slightly hunched, the Long Spear about to strike out.

【Ming Shi】, activate.

Spear Intent, activate.

"I surrender!"

Yun Zhongdi suddenly Roared, and the advancing Meat Mountain suddenly halted.

He ran backward as if he had been frightened.

Chen Yan withdrew his Spear, and only then did Yun Zhongdi slowly let out a breath.

"That is damn terrifying; if no one can break this spear strike of yours, you are invincible."

Yun Zhongdi took a deep breath.

He had originally wanted to see if he could withstand this spear strike; if he could hold out, he would have won.

"I concede."

Yun Zhongdi shouted again, then transmitted his voice to Chen Yan:

"Platinum Rank Twentieth is Qiu Wei, and his Monthly Points will be available in two days. Gong Hangwen asked me to pass a message to you: let's be friends, don't burn your bridges."

Yun Zhongdi said Laughing: "This is his intention, not mine. I am just passing on a message to earn a little money."

Afterward, Yun Zhongdi jumped out of the Arena.

Compared to his girlfriend, he was much smarter.

This battle ended extremely quickly.

Chen Yan secretly felt it was a pity that he hadn't tested Yun Zhongdi's true strength.

The Boxers here, whether Gold Rank or Platinum Rank.

Actually, all had the potential to accept the mission to assassinate him.

Chen Yan came today partly to earn points, and partly to observe these people's strength, fighting styles, and weaknesses.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

If he could understand the depth of Yun Zhongdi, then if Yun Zhongdi came to assassinate him, he could finish the opponent off even more easily.

The time for the Host arrived.

Chen Yan, however, looked toward the Combatant Area, where some Gold Rank Boxers he hadn't fought before had also appeared.

Chen Yan secretly felt it was a pity; if he could have come later, he could have fought more Gold Rank Boxers.

It was just at this moment.

"Rigged, rigged, rigged!"

Waves of intense dissatisfaction rose from the Audience.

The sound surged like a tide, echoing throughout the entire boxing gym.

"Is Ice Master really just a so-called star created by the Tianbei Fist Tournament to increase its popularity?"

A lazy voice sounded from the Combatant Area, as Gold Rank Second Tang Jue pointed from afar at Chen Yan on the Arena.

"The Tianbei Fist Tournament is truly too favorable to Ice Master."

"And Yun Zhongdi, Ice Master hadn't even attacked yet, and you surrendered. If you're going to act, at least make it convincing."

"I suggest suspending the tournament; with Ice Master here, my match schedule is going to be delayed indefinitely!"

"I think that Ice Master has no strength at all; he is just a little star pushed out by the Tianbei Fist Tournament."

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The Gold Rank and Silver Rank Boxers who hadn't expressed their stance before now also spoke up one after another, carrying dissatisfaction.

The Host was Stun, as he had been hosting matches for long enough—where had he ever seen such a scene?

Why would the tournament prioritize arranging Ice Master's matches?

That is because there are many people who want to see Ice Master.

Who doesn't love watching a suddenly emerging SoulRefining genius?

Flashy moves, rapid advancement.

Once Ice Master appears, the scalpers' ticket prices double.

But he cannot say this; he is the Host, not an Executor.

"Ice Master, this..."

The Host was stunned; he did not know what to do.

What happened today was clearly abnormal.

It should be that someone is pushing this from behind.

"Would you like to... take a break first?" the Host said with difficulty, wanting to calm the public opinion; Ice Master stopping the challenge is the best choice.

Chen Yan remained in Silence, yet a Smile appeared at the corners of his mouth beneath the Mask.

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"Gong Hangwen, your Skin is itching, isn't it?"

In the Executor Office, Chi Lao, wearing a Flame Mask, gave a Cold Snort.

Wanting to use public opinion to force Ice Master to withdraw?

What great audacity.

This is the Tianbei Fist Tournament!

"Tell Gong Hangwen to come over here!"

Chi Lao shouted in a low voice, and the White Skirt Woman to the side said with hesitation:

"Fire Executor, Gong Hangwen is, after all, the Vice Chief of the Yunmeng Town Martial Officer."

"Is he very powerful?" Chi Lao gave a disdainful sound:

"He is nothing but a posturing..."

"Waste!"

"A bunch of Waste!"

A voice of extreme Cold Intent resounded, directly interrupting Chi Lao's words.

Chi Lao was Stun, his Mouth beneath the Mask wide open.

The White Skirt Woman was also Stun, and immediately looked toward the giant screen.

The Youth, situated within the Cold Intent, stood at the focal point of the lights.

"Questioning the fairness of the rules is your right, but if this questioning becomes a fig leaf to cover up that you are trash..."

On the Arena, Chen Yan used Cold Intent to suppress his voice, his tone becoming increasingly cold.

A pair of eyes beneath the Mask revealed a Smile.

"You are the ones who are truly pathetic."