The Favored Son Of Heaven Chapter 211 - A Man Chooses His Own Path

Chapter 211: A Man Chooses His Own Path

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

All the while, the most accurate way to compare the strength gap between martial artists was their star-level.

Whether it was five-star, six-star, or three-star, eight-star.

It was set by the Federation, according to the quant.i.ty and quality of True Energy developed inside the body of each martial artist.

Theoretically, the True Energy of a six-star martial artist would exceed that of a five-star martial artist in both quality and quant.i.ty.

Under the stimulation of high-quality True Energy, the martial artist’s reflex nerves would be much more sensitive than a martial artist with lower-quality True Energy.

Similarly, when high-quality True Energy collided with low-quality True Energy, the cohesion of high-quality True Energy would be even higher, thus enabling it to destroy low-quality True Energy in the inferior martial artist.

Theoretically, if a five-star martial artist wanted to defeat a six-star martial artist, he could either take formidable drugs or use an expensive biochemical beast to enhance his meridians and stimulate reflex nerves within a short period of time. One could only stand a chance to win if he improved his True Energy’s cohesion with the ability of biochemical beast.

In the VIP room, w.a.n.g Hao’s eyes squinted into narrow slits which were hard to be observed. A cold beam that resembled a snake predating flashed in his eyes faintly.

Even now, he had not figured out the roots of Qin Fen’s True Energy and his potential in the future. However, he was clear that the combat strength of Qin Fen’s True Energy was in a monstrous state.

w.a.n.g Hao could sense that just now, Qin Fen’s True Energy indeed did not break through five-star strength and enter six-star True Energy realm.

But apart from this…

It was difficult to find any characteristic of a five-star martial artist on Qin Fen.

His five-star bizarre internal art formed the purest force, one that could oppress the six-star Zhang Erming completely. Even Zhang Erming’s six-star True Energy had become vulnerable in front of this purest force.

Even without the presence of saber, w.a.n.g Hao was sure that the result of their physical combat would be Zhang Erming’s True Energy being smashed by Qin Fen’s brute force, followed by his body flying out of the arena.

True Energy was energy. Pure force was also energy.

When both energies were more or less the same, the explosive nature of True Energy could be an advantage in the battle.

However, if the gap between the forces was too wide, the less explosive force could also produce horrible effects.

“The force just now, if it is exchanged into the equivalent True Energy…” w.a.n.g Hao was touching his chin with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, “It would probably be of a seven-star martial artist’s True Energy level right?”

Qin Fen’s body had restored to its normal state but w.a.n.g Hao never removed his eyes from him.

Looking at his response to the cold sword just now, w.a.n.g Hao was sure that this young man had already predicted it before his opponent attacked.

Even so, the speed of his reflex was not supposed to be possessed by a five-star martial artist. Not to mention the Dragon Guard of Arhat Fist could be described as one of a paramount level.

“Talent? No! Genius? No…” w.a.n.g Hao shook his head, with flashes of ponder in his eyes, “He possesses five-star True Energy quant.i.ty, but does not rely on it during battle. Instead, he uses pure physical force. True Energy merely functions as a.s.sistance. His pure physical force is equivalent to seven-star True Energy. Hmm…”

w.a.n.g Hao shook his head again, “And also the killing techniques. If there is an intention to ambush a seven-star peak martial artist, who is in a normal state and doesn’t utilize his maximum strength, he will have forty percent chances to kill his opponent with one move. Of course, if the opponent is protected by protective divine art such as Steel War Body, it is likely to have a ten percent chance…”

Beside w.a.n.g Hao was Scarface Ming Kun, who was gazing at Qin Fen, who was stepping down from the arena.

Ten percent chance! It sounded very low.

But Ming Kun was very clear that a ten percent success rate was considered horrible to a five-star martial artist.

In fact, it was hard for a five-star martial artist to even have a ten percent chance in an ambush against a six-star martial artist. Not to mention, this young man actually had a ten percent chance of raiding a seven-star martial artist.

If this kind of statement was made by someone else, Ming Kun would certainly respond with a disdainful sneer.

However, this statement was made by w.a.n.g Hao.

Ming Kun had not followed w.a.n.g Hao for a long period, but he knew this previous Narcotic Division Captain very well. His words had never failed.

Within a short period of time, this rising star of the Golden Triangle got a t.i.tle – Viper.

That was not only to describe the fact that he was drug trafficking and that he was vicious, it also addressed his eyesight which never failed.

Although it was inferior to Du Hen in the military forces, everyone in the Golden Triangle was aware that Viper was w.a.n.g Hao.

Nowadays, in this area of the Golden Triangle, many people with former nicknames resembling the word snake had changed their nickname quietly to avoid offending Viper with similar nicknames.

Since w.a.n.g Hao gave such a comment, Ming Kun must observe this young man who he looked down previously in more detail.

“Ming Kun, go and invite this young man to here.”

w.a.n.g Hao could not take his eyes off Qin Fen. He wanted to figure out his roots. If he had greater potential, he could definitely be a trump card!

The hall still remained quiet. The crews had carried Zhang Erming’s body out of the arena.

The cleaners also changed the carpet on the arena quickly and took away the one that was contaminated by blood.

Everything had been renewed. However, the hearts of the spectators and other life-or-death boxers could not relax following the new-looking arena.

The spectators still could not believe that a six-star martial artist had been killed by a five-star martial artist with just one stab.

On the other hand, the boxers had no time to mourn for Zhang Erming’s death. They were thinking the same question. What would be their probability of winning or dying if they faced number forty-four?

All of them had experienced the life-or-death arena for quite some time. Whether the opponent was capable, whether they evenly matched, whether they had a chance to win, or whether a loss without death was possible, they knew how to evaluate it all. Could they hurt the opponent so that he was unable to fight within a short period?

They could roughly predict these issues because of watching the battles on the arena for so long.

Dodge that saber just now? Many boxers knew that there was less than thirty percent chance to dodge Zhang Erming’s sword.

Dodge that sword which was stranger and more horrible than the saber? Only a few people were confident that they had a ten percent chance.

Qin Fen came in front of the counter and reached his hands toward the dumbstruck fatty calmly, “My odds were one to one hundred right? I bet three thousand yuan just now. After deducting the commission of ten percent, please give me two hundred and seventy thousand yuan.”

“Ah?” The fatty took a second to react. He printed a cash voucher of two hundred and seventy thousand yuan immediately, “Here you go.”

“I want to have one more battle.” Qin Fen gave his number plate to the fatty again, “Please arrange another battle for me. And please let me know the odds for my next battle.”

The fatty nodded with a bitter laugh. After that stab, the data center sent the odds to him. For this number forty-four, even if he matched with the strongest opponent in Bas.e.m.e.nt First Level, his odds would only be one to zero point zero one.

It could be said that the odds given by the data center told the fatty one thing – this five-star young martial artist was invincible on the six-star life-or-death arena.

Qin Fen went back to the boxer’s seat with the redemption voucher. His eyes were flas.h.i.+ng with hints of excitement. Two hundred and seventy thousand yuan, a figure that he dared not imagine. Was a human life worth two hundred and seventy thousand yuan? Was this price considered high or low? A lot of terrorists could not even get such amount of bonuses.

However, two hundred and seventy thousand yuan to make a person lose his life completely… Qin Fen could not deny that this price was indeed very high.

“Number forty-four… come forward…”

Ma Kaqiao rubbed his palms gently and looked awkwardly at Qin Fen.

“You are…?” Qin Fen showed alertness on his face, “My next opponent?”

“No no no…” Ma Kaqiao waved his hands repeatedly, “I’m the manager here.”

“Nice to meet you.” Qin Fen nodded his head. Then, his sight swept to two people standing behind Ma Kaqiao.

Both of them were in camouflage uniforms. One of them had a scar from a knife wound on his face, shaped like a snake. Although the other person did not have a long snake-like scar, his face had several scars too. Obviously, both of them were martial artists who survived through life and death experiences.

Qin Fen raised his head slightly and ignored Ma Kaqiao completely. Instead, he looked at the martial artists behind Ma Kaqiao and asked, “Are you looking for me?”

“Yes.”

Both of them spoke simultaneously, as if they had rehea.r.s.ed for it.

With a simple word, Qin Fen’s skin was triggered by the murderous sensation.

“Look.” Ma Kaqiao interrupted immediately, “This is the messenger of General Wu, and this is the messenger of General w.a.n.g. Both generals are famous and powerful generals here. These two respected generals would like to meet you.”

Qin Fen’s eyes flashed with a hint of understanding. He looked at the martial artists, “Are you waiting for my answer of whom should I go with first?”

“Yes.”

Both martial artists answered simultaneously. The collision between their sights almost produced dazzling sparks. The trembling cold murderous aura was on the verge of battle.

Qin Fen held his chin with one hand and contemplate for a few seconds, “I think, no matter who I meet first, the other general will be very dissatisfied with me. Am I right?”

Both martial artists nodded. This time, Ming Kun said alone, “A man chooses his own path.”

Qin Fen smiled indifferently. Compared to a battlefield full of spears and arrows, this iron-fist-in-a-velvet-glove kind of threat was far more harmless.