Chapter 1166

And the challenger stepping up had clearly spotted the flaw that his opponent was about to run out of strength, which was why he hurried onto the stage to challenge him.

Under the referee's announcement, the battle between the two began. True to form, the warhammer martial artist charged straight at his opponent to crush him, but the dagger martial artist only dodged and refused to counterattack at all, deliberately wearing down the other's stamina. By the time the warhammer martial artist had no choice but to stop and rest, the dagger martial artist immediately closed in and launched a storm-like barrage of attacks.

This scene made the martial artists in the audience shout that the dagger martial artist was a despicable scoundrel, but the dagger martial artist's companions all began to retort—wasn't a fight between martial artists simply a contest of who could last longer?

Can dodging attacks even be called wearing down stamina?

The moment those words were spoken, even more martial artists in the audience began to denounce the dagger martial artist's companions. The fight on stage was fierce, but the cursing below seemed even fiercer. If the two sides hadn't been separated by some distance, they would probably have started throttling each other on the spot.

Fortunately, the warhammer martial artist on stage deliberately exposed an opening to lure the dagger martial artist into attacking, and at the cost of a minor flesh wound, sent his opponent flying off the stage entirely.

"Good!"

The entire arena instantly erupted into warm cheers and applause, and the referee also announced the warhammer martial artist's victory.

With this, the warhammer martial artist became the fifth martial artist in this arena tournament to achieve five consecutive wins, and could rest for half an hour before continuing to fight. The subsequent battles would, as always, randomly select two fighters from the audience present to come up and battle!

"Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh!"

"Pick me!"

"Me, me!"

The many martial artists below who hadn't yet taken the stage were itching to fight, but the two combatants were chosen at random, so no one could say for sure who would go up.

"It probably won't be me, right." Lin Cheng laughed self-deprecatingly—the odds of being picked were just too low.

Just to be safe, he also swapped seats with Miss Qianhui.

"Alright, now let's begin randomly drawing two lucky martial artists to come up and fight!" The referee held a red box in his hand and randomly drew two slips of paper from it.

"Now, the slips have been drawn. Let's see who is so lucky. The first slip, number __, martial artist number __. Who is martial artist number __?"

On the audience seats opposite Lin Cheng, a female martial artist jumped up happily, shouting that she was martial artist number __, and the companions around her all congratulated her, hoping she would achieve a good result.

"It's actually a heroine among women—let's look forward to a good showing from her. Now let's reveal the second lucky martial artist, number 73. Who is martial artist number 73?" the referee continued to announce.

Lin Cheng's face instantly drooped—could it really be this unlucky?

"Who is number 73? It seems our lucky martial artist number 73 is still a bit dazed. Then let me remind everyone once again—the number plate is right under your seat; just look down and you'll see it."

Some martial artists, upon hearing this, checked the number plates beneath their feet once more to confirm they really hadn't been picked.

At the spot under each seat corresponding to where both feet rested, there was a conspicuous white number.

"I'm number 69, so number 73 must be…."

The martial artist sitting not far from Lin Cheng and his companion slowly turned their gaze toward Lin Cheng's direction. Based on the missing number in between, that person—number 73—was none other than Lin Cheng, looking utterly speechless.

It couldn't really be this much of a coincidence, could it?

It really proved the saying from books: the more you think something can't possibly happen, the more likely it is to happen.

The more you don't want something to happen, unfortunately, it just magically happens.

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Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Cheng was forced to stand up helplessly, his face extremely reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

The referee on stage didn't care whether you were willing or not, and directly announced to the crowd: "Let us welcome the next two challengers; we hope they both achieve a good result!"

"Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh!"

Encouraged by the warm cheers and applause, the female contestant took the stage first, leaping from the audience seats to the dueling arena with agile movement, dazzling the entire crowd.

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【Lin Cheng, Miss Qianhui】