Chapter 14 Challenge

As the words fell, the stands immediately stirred, and many people looked surprised.

Compared to A-grade and S-grade "celebrities," a C-grade potential was just an unknown nobody among the superpowered immigrants, rarely attracting attention.

However, there had already been an example of a "cross-level challenge," so the crowd didn't overreact, suppressing the doubts in their hearts and secretly speculating.

*Maybe it's a case of ability countering?*

Anyway, anyone could come on stage, and having the guts to challenge a strong enemy, this Zhou Jing was at least quite courageous... many thought to themselves.

On the West Sea City team's side, the fellow townsmen who knew Zhou Jing were greatly surprised.

Zhao He looked astonished: "Why did he go up?"

Huang Wei had also returned to the stands at this time, still immersed in the depression of losing, and found that Zhou Jing still had the courage to come on stage even though he saw her lose. She was immediately unhappy:

"What's he doing up there? With his superpower, he's no match for that clone guy at all. Isn't this just suicide!"

Hearing this, many fellow townsmen from West Sea City nodded in agreement.

After knowing him for more than a month, they already knew that Zhou Jing was a physical enhancement type. Although they hadn't seen him fight much, his physical strength didn't seem too high.

Although his immediate combat ability was not bad, in the eyes of many, he was just a large super soldier. His physical fitness seemed to be only slightly higher than the assistants who used gene potions.

And the clone guy on the stage had both ranged advantages and numerical advantages. He was simply a natural counter to simple physical enhancement abilities. Many West Sea City immigrants didn't know where Zhou Jing got the confidence to come on stage. Wasn't this just looking for abuse?

Xu Lingyun was immediately displeased and said, "It hasn't even started yet, what's all the noise? Who talks smack about their teammates?"

He wasn't sure either, but seeing these fellow townsmen questioning, he still unhesitatingly defended Zhou Jing.

Seeing the commotion, Li Xiaoyin waved his hand and said, "Everyone, don't take it too seriously. It's just a friendly spar. Winning or losing isn't that important."

Hearing this, everyone thought it made sense. Anyway, it was just one loss, not a big deal. They still had to get along in the future, so they didn't say anything more and focused on the stage.

"C-grade?"

On the stage, Chen Gong was a little surprised.

He thought that after defeating an A-grade, only other A-grades would dare to come on stage and spar with him, or at least B-grades like him.

It seemed that this C-grade was as confident in his own abilities as he was, but he didn't know if this confidence was just blind arrogance...

Chen Gong didn't underestimate him either, and seriously pulled open his formation, waiting for the order to start.

Wang Wu looked at Zhou Jing, and for the sake of balance, he took the initiative to ask, "Do you need any weapons?"

Zhou Jing didn't refuse. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Then give me a training knife."

"...That's enough? Don't you want a gun or a shield?" Wang Wu raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a physical enhancement type, I've only practiced with a knife, I haven't used guns." Zhou Jing spread his hands.

"Alright."

Seeing this, Wang Wu didn't say anything more and quickly had someone bring a training knife and handed it to Zhou Jing.

The blade was made of metal, not sharpened, and covered with a layer of dark and tough rubber... more like a baton than a knife.

Zhou Jing held the knife in one hand and casually brandished it. He immediately became familiar with the weight and balance of the training knife, feeling like an extension of his limbs.

When Jason cleared the instance, he didn't use the free conversion slot to acquire swordsmanship. But after the Star Realm Convergence, Zhou Jing had already spent Star Realm Points to convert Jason's swordsmanship to his main body.

Jason had been through hundreds of battles in the Other World, and had never stopped accelerating the learning of swordsmanship. Before the disconnection, [Weapon Mastery - Swordsmanship] had already reached the perfect level of Lv8.

In terms of weapon skills alone, he was at the peak level of the Other World.

And this kind of cold weapon skill was cheaper to convert than the superpower system, costing him only 1600 Star Realm Points and 16 points of information-state particles, which was just a small amount of money for the current Zhou Jing.

The attribute level of the main body was still at the secondary strengthening level of the free conversion. Mainly, Zhou Jing hadn't decided how to choose the first-order physical fitness trait of the main body, so he didn't convert it.

Wang Wu looked around and saw that both of them were ready. He raised his palm and waved it:

"Start!"

Without saying a word, Chen Gong still used the same tactic, with seven clones scattering and suppressing Zhou Jing with firepower.

Bang bang bang!

Gunfire roared and bullets poured down.

Shells ejected one by one, falling to the ground with a clanging sound.

However, before Chen Gong opened fire, Zhou Jing had already disappeared from the spot and began to move at high speed.

Faster than a bullet, but faster than aiming!

Like lightning, he charged straight at one of the clones!

"So fast!"

Chen Gong's face changed, and he hurriedly shifted his muzzle to provide fire support.

The targeted clone hurriedly retreated while firing.

Zhou Jing didn't stop at all, making turns while running, making it difficult to aim.

Even if there were stray bullets, they were captured by his super-high dynamic vision. With his precise combat intuition and amazing nerve reflexes, he used the knife to block the path of the bullets in advance.

Clang clang clang...

The long knife kept moving, like an unbreakable barrier. Only special blank bullet heads fell to the ground along his path.

Chen Gong's pistol was a standard gunpowder weapon. The special blank bullets would shatter upon hitting the target, without penetrating the human body. They only had a certain impact force, which was limited in power and could not interrupt the training knife at all.

In full view of the public, Zhou Jing instantly approached a clone while braving the hail of bullets.

The clone quickly threw away the pistol, pulled out a telescopic baton, and wanted to resist, but his eyes blurred, and his stomach suffered a heavy blow. He instantly lost strength and was subdued by Zhou Jing with a clean and neat stab.

Zhou Jing grabbed the clone with his free hand, lifted it up, and used it as a human shield in front of him, continuing to charge towards the next clone without stopping.

In this way, the hail of bullets posed even less of a threat to him.

Chen Gong's face changed, and he ordered the remaining six clones to change their formation, wanting to kite him.

Unfortunately, it was useless. He was far inferior to his opponent in speed, and Zhou Jing approached them one by one. Once he got close, it was a one-hit kill, with no power to fight back.

Zhou Jing's figure drew a few straight lines of charge on the field.

In less than a minute, Chen Gong's seven clones fell on the stage, completely annihilated.

Zhou Jing stopped, looking relaxed, as if he hadn't used any strength, not even sweating. He nodded to Chen Gong, who was piled up by him:

"You flatter me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven clones merged and turned back into one person.

Chen Gong rubbed his stomach and got up, his tone mixed with various emotions:

"You won."

He only felt that he had lost somewhat aggrievedly, as if he hadn't even had time to do anything before being taken down.

This opponent was quite fast, but it didn't seem to be so fast that he couldn't react at all... He always felt that he had a chance to hit the opponent, but he was always a little short.

If he played better next time, he might be able to win...

Chen Gong could only say he was half-convinced and silently stepped down.

Beside him, Wang Wu was looking at Zhou Jing with interest.

As the saying goes, insiders watch the details. From his perspective, he had already seen from the battle just now that Zhou Jing had good combat skills and judgment, and he was very skilled.

He had the advantage of physical fitness and good speed, but it wasn't exaggeratedly strong.

What Wang Wu was more concerned about was that Zhou Jing didn't panic when facing fourteen guns and seven clones, and his response was calm and accurate... Among this group of newly awakened people who hadn't received systematic training, he had quite outstanding combat qualities.

Among the hundreds of awakened immigrants, there were many people with more powerful superpowers. In terms of physical fitness alone, this Zhou Jing was far from the strongest.

But Wang Wu keenly felt a temperament in Zhou Jing that others didn't have...

It inexplicably made people feel that this guy was just capable!

"It seems that he has a good combat talent." Wang Wu's eyes turned, and he kept Zhou Jing in mind.

On the other side, the crowd in the stands watched in a daze.

We haven't figured out what's going on yet, and it's over?

Before, many people found Chen Gong's abilities very tricky, but now they were a little stunned to see Zhou Jing easily solve it.

They thought it would be a hard fight, but it was simply one-sided crushing!

Is this ability countering? It doesn't seem to be.

But it seemed even easier than Chen Gong's previous fight against the A-grade Huang Wei...

The crowd's expressions were strange, and they only felt that Zhou Jing's winning process gave them a sense of contradiction.

How should they put it? Although he won, this Zhou Jing's superpower was unremarkable, without any eye-catching momentum. They always had a feeling that this person seemed to be quite powerful, but also seemed not very powerful...

Simply put - his strength was difficult to judge, not obviously strong enough.

Unlike those powerful superpowers whose power could be seen at a glance.

"Whoa, Brother Jing won!" Xu Lingyun was overjoyed.

Li Xiaoyin grinned and waved his hand: "Hey! I said Jingjing is very strong!"

"That's not what you said just now..."

Zhao He muttered in a low voice, and also looked at Zhou Jing on the stage in surprise.

Huang Wei's face turned black.

She was also surprised that Zhou Jing won so easily, but when she thought that she, as an A-grade, was defeated by Chen Gong, and Zhou Jing, a C-grade, won, she immediately felt inferior and embarrassed.

*It's just good luck, plus a bit of ability countering... It seems that Chen Gong's weakness is speed. My superpower is stronger, but I just lost in speed.*

Huang Wei gritted her teeth secretly.

On the stage, Zhou Jing became the new ringleader, standing with his knife, looking up at the stands, and getting excited, he issued an invitation to fight:

"Someone else come."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone quickly jumped onto the ring, also a C-grade.

Although Zhou Jing won Chen Gong, not many people felt that his abilities were more tricky than Chen Gong's, after all, it was just a physical enhancement ability with C-grade potential, a common ability.

Against him, everyone felt more confident than against Chen Gong, and felt they had a better chance of winning - it was really a difference in concept brought about by different types of superpowers.

This situation was actually not uncommon. Many viewers who watched the Superpower League had players they supported. Players would naturally lose to others, and their records would rise and fall, but many supporters still believed that the player's superpower itself was more powerful than others.

It was like someone's ability was teleportation, and they were unfortunately caught and defeated by a muscle man, but many people wouldn't think that physical enhancement was more powerful than teleportation because of this... Everyone's mentality at this time was exactly the same.

However, as one new awakened person after another came on stage, the expressions of the hundreds of people present gradually changed.

Zhou Jing steadily defended the position of ringleader, and successively defeated five more people.

No matter what ability the opponent had, he was just as skilled, his fighting style was simple but effective, approaching while dodging and blocking. Once he got close, the battle would end quickly.

There were not a few physical enhancers who came on stage, thinking that their physical fitness was similar, and they could fight evenly matched. But in everyone's eyes, Zhou Jing didn't show overwhelming destructive power and physical fitness, but he was unreasonably strong in close combat, as if he was beating his son. The knife was swift and strange, with almost no extra movements, completely suppressing his opponents.

After watching several rounds in a row, the crowd in the stands finally saw some clues.

This person's practical experience and combat skills were not on the same level as theirs - if they were beginners, then this Zhou Jing was probably already an expert!

Complete skill suppression!

One new awakened person after another was defeated, including even an A-grade potential awakened person who could shoot light cannons from his fingertips. All the attacks were dodged by Zhou Jing, and he was knocked to the ground after being approached and stabbed a few times.

The mentality of the hundreds of people present gradually changed from doubt and incomprehension to shock and astonishment.

Although it was just ordinary physical enhancement... was this person a little too capable?!

Zhao He and a group of fellow townsmen from West Sea City stared blankly at Zhou Jing killing everyone on the field, almost unable to believe that this person was the Zhou Jing they knew.

Because Li Xiaoyin's potential was too outstanding, it attracted everyone's attention, so in their eyes, Zhou Jing had always been just Li Xiaoyin's follower.

But today, the group was surprised to find that this "follower" was so strong?!

Huang Wei widened her eyes and didn't feel ashamed anymore, but was stunned on the spot.

In full view of the public, Zhou Jing killed eight opponents all the way, bringing his record to eight points.

At this moment, a burly figure flew out from the stands.

Boom!

This person landed on the ring, and the ring actually shook slightly.

Lin Kun straightened up, staring at Zhou Jing, his eyes revealing a hunter-like excitement.

"I didn't expect to underestimate you. You are actually a good opponent."

As he said, Lin Kun's fist smashed into his palm.

His body swelled up as if inflated, his muscles bulging, and even his face was covered with horizontal flesh. He showed Zhou Jing a terrifying smile:

"Come on, let me have a good time!"

Seeing this scene, the stands suddenly burst into excitement.

- An S-grade has finally entered the stage!