15 Speed is the name of the game (1/2)

Illusory Martial Pagoda, Level 13.

It was an arena with a size of ten meters or so. A topless, muscular guy stood in the center and shot a look over that was filled with unkind intentions.

This opponent was two meters tall and looked like a giant. Feng Lin felt a sense of pressure to stand before him.

”Young man, are you my rival in this UFC battle?” The muscular guy looked at Feng Lin while lowering his head and said in a muffled voice.

UFC?

UFC?

Ultimate Fighting Championship!

This was a comprehensive fighting event that originated from the Ancient Earth Era. Its rules were that it had no rules. The only restriction was that weapons were not allowed. You could use any types of techniques, be it mixed martial arts, Muay Thai, karate, or genetic martial arts...

This was indeed a fist fight with no restrictions. It was greatly supported by the fighting fans in the Interstellar Era.

The Illusory Martial Pagoda was no joke!

Feng Lin silently mused. At the same time, he was analyzing the reason behind it. This Illusory Martial Pagoda had so many different battle levels which would certainly consume an astronomical amount of energy to construct, what was that all for?

Was it simply to allow people to experience different styles of battles and martial arts? There must be a deeper reason behind it.

The blurry thoughts in his mind were getting clearer, but they were still covered in a layer of mist. He could not figure out the answer.

He was clueless despite pondering for a long time. Well, he decided not to think about it for now.

Let's just focus on battling then!

It must be because he had not battled enough that he couldn't get the answer.

Feng Lin's fighting will was ignited as he returned to combat!

Lion Fist!

This opponent was a UFC fighter. He had a robust physique, and his hair was disheveled. He was a man that resembled a fierce lion. His fist technique was ferocious and savage too, exuding a vicious and terrifying aura.

Feng Lin had never heard of this fist technique, but he could clearly sense as though he was fighting against the king of the jungle. He couldn't help but get a little intimidated. This pressure was making it so that he could not perform the martial arts he learned to their fullest potential.

For a period of time, Feng Lin was unable to display his strength due to his fear restricting him.

The opponent's attack came in waves, malicious and strong.

After a few exchanges of moves, Feng Lin was clearly at a disadvantage. He then quickly lengthened the distance between them.

Utilize the advantage of speed!

Feng Lin silently mused in his heart. Using his battle technique, he moved swiftly and created afterimages with his speed.

Eight Trigrams Palm!

Eight Trigrams Palm was also known as the Roaming Eight Trigrams Palm or the Eight Trigrams Chained Palm Strikes. It was an ancient Huaxia martial art that focused on changing palm techniques and turning steps. It required one to be as swift as a dragon and had a stable, upright back, avoiding the heavy attacks while chaining light attacks to break the defense of an opponent.

Feng Lin moved using the eight trigrams stance, and his entire body was revolving continuously along with his steps. Like a tornado, he circled around his opponent.

Although his opponent had powerful strikes, he was rather slow. Feng Lin evaded the attacks easily, while his own palms were like blades attacking the vital parts of his opponent.

Feng Lin's vitality was originally already higher than this opponent. Now that he found the right strategy, he reversed the situation at once.

He was like a skilled beast-trainer teasing a violent lion.

The king of the jungle appeared cruel and wanted to devour humans. However, when facing skillful techniques, it could only bare its fangs and waved its claws uselessly. It presented no threat at all.

”Coward, do you only know how to run? Fight against me head-on if you dare to!” The muscular guy made a few roars out of rage. His mannerisms and expressions were extremely real as though he were a real human.

Fight head-on?

That was ridiculous!

Feng Lin's eyes were as calm as usual. He was not triggered nor provoked.

He had already occupied such a great advantage, wouldn't he be a fool if he didn't play to his strengths?

Feng Lin was obviously not a fool. Using the advantage of speed, he kept the opponent firmly under his control. Finally, he found a perfect opportunity and killed the opponent with a crafty move named ”Flower Under the Leaves”.

Genetic potential +20%.

This time, he fought while evading instead of fighting directly head-on. It was rather easy and not much genetic potential was gained.