Are You a C-grade Awakened?

"Brother Hu, is this newcomer really a D-grade Awakened?" Mo Jing Nan couldn't help but turn to Yang Hu.

"I feel, I feel, he's more than that?"

A man beside him swallowed, he too was a D-grade Awakened.

If it were him on the arena, dodging Ren Xian Cheng's attacks would be an extremely difficult feat, let alone knocking down all the ice spikes he fired.

"I also feel that way. Moreover, he gives me a feeling, a feeling that he hasn't gone all out yet."

Hearing this, the more than ten people around once again looked at the screen.

Indeed,

The newcomer's expression hadn't changed from beginning to end.

"Could it be that he's a C-grade Awakened?"

Yang Hu was startled by this thought that popped into his head.

"Damn it!"

On the arena, Ren Xian Cheng's face was flushed with anger.

One must know that the ice spikes he fired could reach speeds of over 600 meters per second, nearly twice the speed of sound, and they were continuous.

The result?

All blocked?

This was simply a public slap to his face!

"Alright, let's see if you can withstand this time."

He gritted his teeth, and the ice spikes, which had originally been like a torrential storm, suddenly disappeared. Ten ice blades, over a meter long, floated in front of him.

"Is this Ren Xian Cheng fellow really serious?" Seeing this scene, everyone around the arena's eyes lit up.

"That's right. These ice blades, whether in speed or power, are superior to the previous ice spikes. I've seen with my own eyes, he once shot out a single ice blade and cut a high-grade fierce beast in half."

"So strong!"

"Excellent, this newcomer should lose this round."

"Let him be so arrogant. This time, he actually bet over a thousand contribution points on himself. I really want to see what kind of expression he'll have when he loses all his contribution points later."

Some who had bet on Chen Fan, hearing this, actually agreed somewhat.

Because even if Chen Fan won, their bet was not much, at most 50-60 points.

But what about Chen Fan?

Over 1200 contribution points, multiplied by six!

Seven to eight thousand contribution points!

This was an enormous sum in the eyes of these E-grade and D-grade Awakened. Seeing Chen Fan earn so many contribution points instantly made them feel worse than losing so much themselves.

"Brother Li Ping, if you surrender now, it's still not too late."

Ren Xian Cheng stared at Chen Fan, saying coldly.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly. The next moment, he vanished from his spot.

"What's going on! Where is he?"

"Where did he go!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out all around the arena.

Ren Xian Cheng's breathing also became rapid. He frantically turned his body, searching for Chen Fan's figure.

"Watch out, he's behind you!"

Someone shouted a warning.

Ren Xian Cheng was about to turn around when a dagger, gleaming with cold light, rested on his neck.

"Don't move."

Chen Fan's voice rang out.

Ren Xian Cheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to move.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

Crushing!

Complete crushing!

They even suspected that this newcomer had deliberately held back earlier, giving Ren Xian Cheng a chance, so that his loss wouldn't be too embarrassing.

"You lost."

"No, I didn't lose!"

Ren Xian Cheng shouted, and a strange scene occurred.

He saw layers of white cold qi rapidly emerging from his body. These cold qi quickly condensed around his body, forming an ice armor nearly ten centimeters thick.

"Hmph, do you think I'm as easy to deal with as the two opponents you encountered before?"

Ren Xian Cheng looked at Chen Fan with a cold smile.

Chen Fan looked at him with the gaze one would use for an idiot, then kicked out like lightning.

"Bang!"

A loud sound.

Ren Xian Cheng was directly sent flying, and the ice armor on his body exploded into countless fragments in mid-air, scattering in all directions. However, just as they were about to fly out of the arena, a protective barrier appeared around the space, blocking all the fragments.

With a "bang."

Ren Xian Cheng fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

The ten ice blades he had condensed earlier also fell to the ground, shattering.

"Do you still want to continue?"

Chen Fan's gaze calmly looked at the other party.

The truth proved that these E-grade, and even D-grade Awakened, were pitifully weak. He had originally wanted to exchange a few moves with these people, but the result was too disappointing.

If it weren't for the large sum of contribution points, he truly didn't want to waste time with these people.

Ren Xian Cheng looked up, a hint of fear in his eyes, and quickly said, "I, I surrender."

One must know that the nearly ten-centimeter thick ice armor on his body could even withstand the impact of high-grade fierce beasts, yet it couldn't withstand a single kick from Chen Fan.

Only an idiot would continue fighting.

Chen Fan took out his mobile phone and quickly received two system emails.

As before, one was the arena victory reward, 400 contribution points, with a 10% deduction, amounting to 360 points.

The second was the betting victory contribution points, a high of 9000 points! Even after a 1% handling fee, it was 8910 points.

"Something's not right?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Didn't they say there was also a winning streak bonus?

Just then, his mobile phone vibrated.

Another email arrived.

He opened it and saw it was a three-win streak contribution points bonus of 1500 points, without any deduction or handling fee.

At this moment, his total contribution points were 10770 points!

Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction. 100 contribution points, three arena matches, directly multiplied by 100!

Next was the fourth match. Excluding the 400 contribution points bet, he still had 10370 points.

Given his sufficient confidence in his own strength, he decided to continue betting these more than ten thousand contribution points on his own victory.

Even if the betting odds weren't as high as the first three matches, earning over a thousand contribution points in one match wouldn't be too difficult.

Just then, his phone vibrated; a call came in.

"Brother Li, how is it? Have you received the contribution points?" It was Mo Jing Nan's voice. Compared to the previous two times, his tone this time was incomparably respectful, even carrying a hint of flattery.

"Understood."

Chen Fan responded.

"Well, Brother Li, do you want to continue?" Mo Jing Nan asked tentatively, "If you win two more matches, you can additionally receive 3000 contribution points. Later, if you win five more matches, you can get 10,000 contribution points!"

"Then let's continue."

Chen Fan nodded.

He wasn't surprised by the other party's "generous" offer.

As the saying goes, 'the wool grows on the sheep's back'.

For these three matches, don't look at him earning a hundredfold in contribution points through betting; the association also earned quite a bit. Taking out a portion as an additional reward was also within expectations.

Moreover, the stronger his strength, the greater the commotion it would cause. At that time, more people would bet, and the association's cut would be higher. From another perspective, the arena contestant and the arena match organizers were on the same side.

So who would lose?

Naturally, the vast majority of bettors.

Mo Jing Nan hung up the phone and quickly announced in the loudspeaker that the next battle was about to begin, and the defender was still Chen Fan.

However, this time, to Chen Fan's surprise, almost a minute had passed, and no one dared to step onto the stage.

Even though the loudspeaker announced that if anyone could defeat Chen Fan in the next battle, in addition to receiving the bet money, they would also receive an additional 500 contribution points as an ending reward, no one stepped forward.

Because everyone wasn't stupid.

Everyone here was familiar with each other and knew Ren Xian Cheng's strength.

Perhaps someone could defeat him, but absolutely no one could achieve such a swift and decisive victory.

Therefore, if they went up, their fate would definitely not be any better than Ren Xian Cheng's; they would only give away points for nothing.

For these D-grade Awakened, 400 contribution points was not a lot, but it wasn't a small amount either.

Another minute passed, and there was no movement from below the stage.

"Miscalculation."

Chen Fan smiled wryly inwardly.

He had originally thought there would be C-grade Awakened present here, so he decisively ended the battle. But looking at it now, there weren't any?

His phone vibrated.

It was Mo Jing Nan calling.

"My apologies, Brother Li. How about you come down from the arena first?" Mo Jing Nan said cautiously, "Brother Li, our Brother Hu wants to meet you. Please, Brother Li, give us a little face. Don't worry, Brother Hu won't let you make a wasted trip."

"Is that so?"

Chen Fan hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

He stepped down from the arena.

Instantly, the originally chaotic crowd actively made way, and most people didn't dare to look him in the eye. Even those with greater courage quickly looked away after a glance at Chen Fan.

Only after he had gone far did they dare to look up and discuss softly.

"This newcomer is definitely a C-grade Awakened! Even if not, he's not far from C-grade."

"Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover, nor measure the sea with a dipper. This time, he really made a fortune in contribution points."

"But he's also a ruthless one. He actually became a C-grade Awakened before coming to participate in the association's assessment?"

"Indeed."

"Brother Li, over here."

Mo Jing Nan enthusiastically walked over, smiling, "Brother Hu is waiting for you in the room. Please follow me."

"Who is he?"

Chen Fan asked.

"Our Brother Hu is Association Head Mei's man."

Mo Jing Nan winked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan understood that the "Association Head Mei" the other party spoke of was probably the Association Head of Stone City Awakened Association.

He followed the other party forward, wanting to see what this "Brother Hu" had in mind.

Led by Mo Jing Nan, Chen Fan entered a room. Pushing open the door, he saw a middle-aged man inside, with wine laid out on the table in front of him.

"Brother Li, please sit."

The man was Yang Hu, who had been in the control room earlier. He extended his right hand, politely gesturing to the opposite seat.

Chen Fan walked over and sat down opposite him.

"My name is Yang Hu. Brother Li can just call me Old Yang."

Yang Hu picked up a glass of wine and said, "It's truly regrettable to have spoiled Brother Li's mood. I'll punish myself with a drink."

With that, he tilted his head back and drained the wine in his glass.

Chen Fan remained impassive.

Yang Hu smiled, put down the wine glass, and said:

"Brother Li, besides that, the association will also give an additional 1000 contribution points to express our apologies."

"Oh?"

Hearing these words, Chen Fan's expression finally improved.

"Brother Yang is too polite. However, you called me here not just to apologize, right?"

"Hahaha, Brother Li is straightforward. Since that's the case, I won't hide anything either."

Yang Hu paused, then suddenly asked, "Brother Li, are you a C-grade Awakened?"