“I can’t believe it, she actually took him down with a single punch?!”
“Is this really just pure luck? This is ridiculous. How could 0003 not dodge at all? Even I could have landed a couple of hits while he was on the ground!”
“Fixed match! Absolutely fixed! Refund my money!”
The moment 0003 was punched away, the barrage of comments exploded, nearly covering the entire screen.
Many cross-dimensional viewers, along with a certain well-known veteran, bent over at a ninety-degree angle, their faces filled with disbelief, unable to comprehend how the Strongest in Battle Camp could be instantly defeated by Yun Ruoxi with a single punch.
Could Yun Ruoxi’s combat power really be that strong?
The Production Team clearly anticipated the audience’s confusion.
After showing a panoramic shot of the audience, the camera deliberately cut to Lin Zhen, who was deep in thought.
“0003’s reaction was off from the start—his face flushed, expression tense. Considering his Lulu bloodline, could he have experienced the ‘cat-melon reaction’?”
Lin Zhen had scored quite well in the course on Common Alien Species Physiology Analysis.
He naturally understood the famous trait of the Lulu race.
As his inner monologue was released as a voiceover, the audience finally grasped what the “cat-melon reaction” was.
“Wow, the Production Team really knows how to have fun. They actually included this setting? It’s exactly like that Hakimi’s ‘che-haqi’ online. I’m dying laughing.”
“The show turned from a hot-blooded action series into a comedy (confirmed).”
“Ah, my beloved Mao Die! To fall like this… sob…”
“The Production Team really loves cats. I’m officially calling them the iCat Team from now on.”
“Third Arena, contestant number 2195 wins!” Instructor Behemoth’s Virtual Projection announced the battle result bluntly.
He paid no mind to Yun Ruoxi’s seemingly “Victory Unworthy” approach.
Being able to seize an opponent’s weakness and exploit it is a skill in itself. Instructor Behemoth and the higher-ups respected Yun Ruoxi all the more for that.
The Battle Camp cultivates absolute elites.
If you cannot overcome your own instincts and are defeated by someone exploiting your weak points, then you have no right to complain.
With 0003’s defeat, he would not only lose his current ranking, but his evaluation by Instructor Behemoth and the other officials would also plummet.
Without outstanding performances afterward, this mixed-blood contestant would hardly have a chance to reclaim the 0003 title.
After the battle, Yun Ruoxi sat cross-legged on the arena, leisurely watching the matches on the other platforms.
The first arena was utterly predictable.
0001 thoroughly dominated 0032.
0032 was indeed strong and had considerable importance in the storyline, but unfortunately, he faced 0001.
To be honest, 0001’s physical attributes weren’t far superior.
After all, physical training had lasted only a month, and differences in individual capabilities among top-tier students were not yet large.
But 0001’s insight was truly astonishing.
Under the gaze of his deep purple eyes, nothing seemed to hide.
0032’s exquisite fighting techniques were completely seen through, and 0001’s every strike hit precisely at his weak spots.
The atmosphere sent shivers down the spines of the students present.
Within just a minute, 0032 couldn’t hold on any longer; 0001 seized the opportunity to shatter his Heart Vessel in a single move, and 0032 dissipated into points of light.
As Instructor Behemoth announced the results of two arenas in succession, 0002, who had held a solid advantage in the second arena, began to grow restless and suddenly accelerated the pace of the fight.
0002’s fighting style was very unique—while his moves were solid, some actions were as graceful as a dance.
This was precisely the next level required by Saxin Teacher—the realm of “metamorphosis,” where one adapts and integrates others’ martial arts into the style best suited for oneself.
This level was very difficult. Among nearly ten thousand students in the Battle Camp, only a handful had come close.
0002 was the only one who had truly reached this realm.
In other words, his talent in martial arts was likely the strongest in the entire Battle Camp.
Therefore, when 0002 quickened his pace, 0045, who was already struggling, began to show signs of defeat.
After exchanging a dozen or so moves, 0002 defeated 0045 with minor injuries as the cost.
“0001 is ridiculously strong. 0002 even got hurt fighting 0045, but 0001 is completely in control.”
“If he wasn’t strong, would he be 0001?”
“Is anyone stronger than Xiao Xi though? One punch KO (laughs).”
Overall, except for Yun Ruoxi’s unexpected battle, the outcomes of the other two quarterfinal matches were largely anticipated by the students.
0001 and 0002’s numbers seemed close to their opponents’, but this scale was only relative to the tens of thousands.
In reality, there was a gap of thirty to forty ranks separating them.
“The top three have been decided. Next, the defense round will begin to determine the ultimate winner.” Instructor Behemoth read out the specific match arrangements.
***
Because 0001 was the lowest number, he became the Stage Master, facing challenges alternately from 0002 and Yun Ruoxi.
The winner would become the Stage Master and accept the next challenger.
In the virtual space, this was a relatively fair rule.
Students were virtual bodies and did not suffer physical exhaustion.
At most, Yun Ruoxi, as the later challenger, might get to observe the previous winner’s fighting style…right?
Whoosh!
The blue-haired girl’s figure disappeared from the arena and appeared inside the Small Black Room.
Yun Ruoxi: Great, now even that tiny advantage is gone.
“LOL, once Xiao Xi got locked in the Small Black Room, she was completely stunned.”
“She’s probably thinking she can secretly observe and try to cheat.”
“Stop trying to cheat, just don’t get publicly executed by 0001 later. Remember, 0001 had already threatened to go all out.”
As the comments floated by, the screen merged the three giant arenas into one.
0001 and 0002 stood at opposite ends, over fifty meters apart—a distance sufficient for both to fully display their abilities.
At Instructor Behemoth’s command, the two moved almost simultaneously.
The screen filled with a flurry of punches and kicks, figures weaving through each other in a battle too close to call.
The high-quality animation thrilled the audience.
Both had solid martial arts skills; 0002 held a slight edge, but not by much. Their physical strength was almost identical.
In this razor-thin contest, what mattered beyond technique and physique were other factors.
Undoubtedly, 0001’s terrifying insight gave him the advantage.
Minutes later, 0001 accurately detected a tiny flaw in 0002’s graceful combo and delivered a palm strike to his neck!
0002’s carotid artery was hit; his vision darkened, and his hand movements slowed.
In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, 0001 followed up with a heavy heart-stabbing kick that sent 0002 flying over ten meters, shattering him into a scattering of light particles.
Since 0001 won, the next challenger would be…
2195!
A murmur of anticipation rose in every viewer’s heart.
A flash of light shimmered on the brown-haired youth’s body, and his status instantly refreshed.
Then, the camera quickly shifted to the other side of the arena.
A faint glow drifted down, slowly forming the figure of a blue-haired beauty of unmatched elegance.