Chapter 1175

As the referee called out, the martial artist who had been the first to achieve five consecutive wins last night stepped onto the stage, and Lin Cheng and the others only now noticed this so-called first five-consecutive-win martial artist — to be honest, it was truly surprising.

An utterly unremarkable, even somewhat dim-witted-looking face, with a goofy grin that made him seem even more like a simpleton. He wore a loose, ordinary training outfit, with a white headband bearing the character "wu" (martial) hanging from his forehead. The only outstanding feature was probably his hands — the backs and palms were covered in calluses left from grueling training, and his hands were a full degree broader and thicker than an ordinary person's, showing that his opponent was extremely diligent.

Yet this point failed to be noticed by more martial artists. In today's looks-obsessed society, people are used to judging everything by appearance, and such a martial artist with a downright simpleton face was actually the first to achieve five consecutive wins!

I'm sure many of you must be feeling unconvinced.

The facts were exactly as Lin Cheng had thought.

When the referee announced that this martial artist could be challenged, a group of martial artists below eagerly raised their hands. Each one, relying on their looks and abilities, completely forgot the immense pressure this first five-consecutive-win martial artist had faced yesterday — not a single person in the arena didn't want to challenge him, yet against those iron fists that differed from the ordinary, every one of them was defeated.

The referee finally randomly pointed to a martial artist who looked very fierce to come up and challenge him, but his face always wore that same goofy grin as always, as if he simply didn't care.

Any pointing, criticizing, or mockery from outsiders had no effect on him; he consistently maintained his smile, simply smiling out of happiness.

Happy that so many people wanted to fight him!

He would treat every battle seriously — all for the sake of his martial artist's will, which was constantly being tempered and growing stronger!

"Are both sides ready?" the referee asked.

That fierce-looking martial artist immediately hurled harsh words.

"Good luck to you."

"Then the challenge match begins!"

The instant the referee announced the start of the match, the simpleton-looking martial artist's face instantly changed — a solemn expression, eyes filled with resolute determination looking toward his opponent, without any impurity, as if only battle intent remained in his eyes, to defeat his opponent!

In an instant, the aura around the simpleton martial artist also changed. Originally he seemed like a martial artist without any presence whatsoever, but now he gave off an indescribably sharp feeling.

This feeling wasn't like the sharpness of a blade or sword, yet it made one feel as if locked in a standoff, under immense pressure and forced to release one's own aura to resist.

Lin Cheng and Miss Qianhui clearly sensed this change. They exchanged a glance, both shocked that such pure battle will could be so dense — without exaggeration, the other's will-power was so abundant it could already manifest a dharma form.

Similar to Miss Qianhui's Unknown Fire — it was the manifestation of the battle will passed down through the Unknown Fire school over thousands of years, taking flame as its form and battle will as its guide, able to provide tremendous assistance in combat.

If the other party was willing, as long as Miss Qianhui taught the Unknown Fire school's exclusive art, the other's comprehension would let them instantly become an Unknown Fire powerhouse whose strength far surpassed Miss Qianhui's!