Fatty looked at the hole that had been blown through his belly, his face a mask of disbelief. Moments later, his body disintegrated into pieces, reassembling just outside the ring.
In fact, his layers of fat were his ability, capable of cushioning 50% of attacks. Despite that, he was still killed in an instant. It wasn't until he stood outside the ring that Fatty realized just how fearsome his opponent had been.
Seeing Fatty, who ranked over six thousand, be killed with a single move, everyone pressing the challenge button felt a bitter twinge in their hearts. Many of those lined up behind Fatty knew of his prowess, and were aware of what his special ability was. If Fatty could be killed in an instant, then the rest of them would probably just end up giving away points.
After taking out Fatty, Guding chose his next challenger, a burly man ranked just over seven thousand. Among the many challengers, this man's ranking came right after Fatty's.
The burly man stepped onto the stage with a wry smile. He had challenged Fatty before, only to be utterly thrashed without a chance to fight back. Facing Guding, who had dispatched Fatty in one move, he knew he stood no chance and cursed himself for being tempted by the thought of an easy win. Instead of a pushover, he was up against a diamond, impossibly hard.
Once a challenge was made, it couldn't be revoked unless the opponent declined. It was only when he got onto the ring that he realized Guding had accepted his challenge.
"Might as well get it over with," the burly man steeled himself, thinking of the many others who, like himself, had been too eager to push the button. With that thought, the frustration in his heart eased somewhat.
The burly man thought all this, but in reality, it had only taken an instant. His time on the stage was brief; the moment he charged at Guding was also the moment he was killed with a punch, all within less than five seconds.
"Hey, muscle man, feels great to be knocked out in a second, huh?" came a teasing voice nearby.
The burly man turned to see it was Fatty, "Fatty, you're the same. You thrashed me so bad last time, and now you've gotten your comeuppance."
"Who knew the kid would be so fierce, like he's taken a Power Pill," Fatty chuckled, apparently not overly concerned about losing the match. He'd been in the Arena for a long time, participating in over seven thousand battles of all sizes, facing all kinds of opponents. Plus, with his carefree nature, he had long since learned to take things in stride.
"I'm the one with itchy fingers. I should've watched a match of his before jumping in," the burly man lamented with a bitter smile. Like Guding, he usually took the strong offense approach, crushing opponents with brute force. But this time, he had been the one crushed, by a kid no less, which was a hard pill to swallow.
Seeing the burly man's expression, Fatty seemed to know what he was thinking, "Don't dwell on it too much. The kid's an anomaly, being able to execute such terrifying body techniques. He's probably a super genius cultivated by the Federation Government. In the future, he'll likely be on the same level as someone like Koude Brad."
"It's crazy what the young people these days are capable of, they're all so fierce," the burly man couldn't help but sigh, "Just got news: Koude Brad encountered a Federation Government Brigadier General on a new route. They fought for a whole day, and it ended with the Quasi-General fleeing in defeat."
At that moment, Guding on the stage had already taken down several opponents, advancing towards twenty consecutive wins. However, he heard about this news from Sea Emperor.
"There's breaking news. Koude Brad encountered a Quasi-General on a new route. They fought fiercely and the Quasi-General had to flee after nearly being killed on the spot, managing to escape using some special techniques. Koude suffered only minor injuries. Looking at this, his threat level is likely to rise another notch, and I bet the bounty amount will be bumped up soon," Sea Emperor mentioned.
Hearing this news made Guding even more eager to try his own strength. So far, he had not been subjected to a Bounty Order, and he was looking forward to seeing his own name spread all over the world like Koude Brad's.
Opponents were teleported onto the stage one after another, only to be killed instantly by Guding.
He effortlessly achieved twenty consecutive wins, then in an almost unstoppable manner, he claimed thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy consecutive victories...
When the eightieth match was due, no one was being teleported onto the stage anymore.
When Fatty was taken out in an instant, over sixty people had pressed the challenge button, unable to withdraw. But those planning to challenge Guding had retracted their hands from the challenge button upon seeing the live broadcast of his Arena matches, feeling fortunate for their delay.
"Nobody else?" Guding raised his eyebrows, "Looks like I'll just get the points for a seventy streak this time. Seems I'll have to come back another time."
For consecutive wins below a hundred, points were awarded in increments of ten wins—it had to be ten, twenty, thirty, and so on to receive the respective consecutive win points. If Guding completed and won the eightieth match, he would receive points for an eighty-win streak, which was 3240 points. However, as Guding had only fought up to the seventy-ninth match, he could only get the points for a seventy-win streak plus the 9 points for wins seventy-one to seventy-nine, totaling only 2494 points.
"Guding, you should withdraw, there are some problems with your spaceship," Sea Emperor's voice sounded a bit ominous.
"There's no malfunction, is there?" Guding felt uneasy at Sea Emperor's tone.
"No malfunction, just caught in the residual effects of a stellar storm," Sea Emperor said hurriedly, "I'm going to sever your link now. If the ship gets hit and suffers electromagnetic interference, it could damage your spiritual power."
As Sea Emperor spoke, he disconnected Guding's link with the Arena.
The crowd in the Arena, who had been watching Guding fight up to the eightieth match, were surprised to see him disappear from the stage. They had thought Guding would at least complete the eightieth match to get the consecutive win points. Although there were no more challengers at the moment, waiting a bit longer would prompt the system to automatically allocate an opponent. But they didn't expect Guding to suddenly leave.
"What happened? Why did he suddenly go offline?" In the control room backstage, a tall man in a suit frowned at the scene.
"It's not a system fault; it looks like he has some emergency that forced him to exit the Arena," a technician checked the system and found that Guding had logged out on his own.
"This kid..." The man in the suit hadn't anticipated this development.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Guding was now facing a severe challenge.