Chapter 66 Fist Figh

Not even a second after the interface appeared. A man popped out of nowhere, he dressed in a strange bronze-colored martial attire that Fell had never seen before. His face was blackened by a strange hazy shadow making his features hard to see. The man instantly took a martial stance in front of Fell and waited, inviting him to fight.

Fell similarly took a fighting stance, his legs crouched low as his knees dropped down. His fists were facing straight toward the martial artist in front of him. Finishing regulating his breathing, he took a step forward and sent a fist in the direction to the martial artist's chest.

The martial artist swiftly responded by putting up a defensive stance, he tried redirecting Fell's fist with an open palm. But his action was useless as Fell overpowered him with his strike; his fist tore through the martial artist's defense like butter.

A deafening sound was produced by Fell's fist as it collapsed on the martial artist's chest, sending him back a few steps away. The martial artist tried to recover from the blow, but the moment he lifted his head; Fell was already above him with his arm raised high toward the sky. Fell clenched his hand before sending it to smash down on the martial artist's head. The strike broke the martial artist's skull and nailed his head on the floor like a pike.

An interface appeared in front of his eyes at the same time his blow hit the mark.

"Congratulations on clearing the first wave. You have unlocked the Talent Tree. Think about it to open it."

Fell executed the action and an unknown interface appeared in front of his sight. The interface wasn't big as it had only a single line.

"Hand to Hand combat mastery: ***** bronze star"

As he asked himself what the stars meant, the answer appeared in front of his eyes.

"Stars represent the mastery of your skills. Stars are ranged from bronze to diamond. 9 bronze stars are needed to evolve into 1 silver star". He finished reading and fell in deep thought.

A few seconds after the first wave finished. An interface reappeared again representing the debut of the second wave.

"Let's see how much stars my hand to hand combat mastery is at!" He roared as he plunged toward the two opponents that just appeared. They wore the same bronze-colored cloth making Fell understand that they were at the same level.

"Bronze martial attire means bronze level technique. Pretty simple!" He thought as he sent the martial artist that was on his left away with a roundhouse kick. The kick was vicious as it connected with the target's neck, breaking it at the same time and disabling him from the fight.

He then swiftly twisted his ankle in the opposite direction before snapping his leg upward toward the left opponent. Fell added strength to the blow by twisting his pelvis, and hit the left opponent straight in the chin.

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The martial artist was sent straight toward the sky. He accelerated a few meters upward before falling toward the ground. Before he even had the time to hit the ground, Fell reversed his move. With a leg harder than steel, he kicked down stomping the martial artist to the ground.

The interface reappeared, "Congratulation on clearing the second wave.", Fell excitedly looked at it, but his excitement died down as he had gained no reward.

He swiftly thought about the talent tree and was surprised to find that his five bronze star had turned into seven bronze stars. Exhilarated by the sensation of progress, Fell's nature took the best out of him. Quickly powering through, the second wave soon turned into the third, then the fifth; Half an hour later, he had already made his ways to the last wave. The tenth wave.

"Guess that's about all I can do here…", he thought as he began bullying the martial artist in front of him. As they kept doubling during each wave, he was currently facing 264 opponents at the same time. Although they were weak individually compared to him, but in a mob like this one. One single mistake and he would be overwhelmed by a ridiculous number of opponents.

A smile appeared on his lips, kicking the ground he dashed forward with unparalleled momentum.