Chapter 122 Tips And Tricks Part Three

Wind nodded several times in a row before getting from the table. He donned his martial attire and left not too long after Fell, he hummed and whistled as he traversed the streets of New Casablanca. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the Golden Factory with a puffed out chest filled with confidence. As for Fell, he had come in the Battle Center, and had gone back to his room since he didn't seem to find Tahlya.

"She must still be mad at me…", he thought as approached the Cerebral Link. His hands traced the surface of the metallic object before hopping on top of it, he closed his eyes as he thought about the top rankers. "I hope I'll meet them today."

Another day filled with brawling began for the young cultivator. He met dozens of users that he had already fought in the day before, and most of them had respect plastered on their faces. A few of them even bowed toward him before the fight began, while others would stay expressionless.

"Thanks for yesterday's pointers!" one of them exclaimed before rushing to face him in a close-quarter brawl. He was a pugilist who followed the way of the fist, and Fell was surprised by this man as he had rarely met people fighting exclusively without a weapon. His hand to hand combat techniques were far from being average, and Fell took quite the pleasure in teaching him a few tricks. He didn't feel like forcing too much knowledge and was more inclined to show them the way. But with this pugilist, he couldn't help but see part of himself in his fighting style. It was without any reservation that he would beat him into a pulp, only for the man to stand up before rushing toward him.

He was, obviously, particularly careful as he could end the fight if he focused too much on the pugilist's vital organs. But the man showed him more and more that he couldn't be underestimated. What shocked him more was that his progress was astounding. The first time they had met, he didn't even manage to keep up ten moves with him. The second time he had made it past the twenty moves mark before Fell brutally ended the fight with a punishing move. Each time the pugilist would queue up again in the local matchmaking, and he wouldn't stop unless he met him again. Fell grew used to his antics and even began sharing a few pleasantries with him before engaging in the fight.

"What the hell dude!" Fell's eyebrow rose as he saw the now familiar figure reappear in front of him. "How the hell do you even have this much priority in the queue?" he asked while massaging his temple. Another scream echoed from his front, followed by the sounds of wind snapping outwardly for a few moments. "Thankfully we're in a game, or else you would already be dead by the amount of time I've punched you.", he exclaimed while lifting the pugilist and throwing him in the air. "Train more before queuing up. I mean, I know that I'm quite the hot subject lately, but you should refrain from forcing me too much", he said while sighing. He turned around and began walking away as he waited for the system to announce his win, yet he didn't hear anything, and when he turned around, his heart skipped a beat. The pugilist's whole body was filled with dozens of wounds, and his clothes were in shamble as every fiber of his body trembled due to him trying to get back on his feet.

"Guess you have the potential for further grooming!" he exclaimed whit a twisted grin on his lips. The pugilist felt that something was amiss, and his chest couldn't help but tighten around his heart as he felt the pressure surrounding him peak in an instant.

"Impressive!" he exclaimed as his fear escaped from his mind. "I hope we'll meet again. That day I will make you fight me seriously.", he added before the pugilist's body began falling toward the ground. But he managed to stand still, his eyes glowed as he clenched his fist weakly and assumed a fighting stance.

"Open your eyes!" Fell exclaimed as his voice boomed through the fighting arena. His right hand flowed in front of him before positioning itself near his ribcage. "This is your prize for your resilience!", he added as his legs took root on the ground. His leg's muscles bulged as he began accumulating tremendous strength. "See it, feel it, I know you won't disappoint me.", Fell's voice entered the pugilist's ears, causing his eyes to glow even more. Even with the pain that covered his whole body, he didn't dare to blink, and his focus was entirely projected on Fell's figure. He saw every single frame of Fell's movements, and his senses were so focused on the white-haired avatar that he even forgot to breathe. Without any sign, Fell released everything in one go.

Fell's figure disappeared from the pugilist's sight. Then the place where his leg stoop exploded as a cloud of dust rose outwardly. Then he felt a piercing pain connect with his chest. The next instant, he found himself staring at his ceiling without moving a single inch. He wasn't sure how it happened, but the pugilist spent the next few minutes without moving, He hadn't only seen Fell's act from the execution to the impact. He had even felt a nuclear-like impact that smashed his body into nothingness.

A smile appeared in his lips as he thanked the mysterious senior in his mind. "Strength can be stored in such mysterious ways…", he thought as he swiftly got up from the Cerebral Link.", Although the man wasn't part of the top ten rankers. His situation was similar to Fell as he was also privileged in the Battle Center. That could be seen by the high quality of his room that could be considered equal to where Fell was housed.