Shi Xiaobai realized that if he were to take center stage, a simple move would make everyone stand aside.
In terms of posturing, the eight Bravehearts were greatly lacking!
"Unfortunately This King did not participate in it!"
Shi Xiaobai was somewhat regretful that he did not participate in the tournament. If he knew that posturing could redeem themselves as humans, he would have done it without any qualms.
Shi Xiaobai sighed, but he was in no hurry at the moment. There was still the 64-strong playoffs in the afternoon.
There were no tricks to a duel between two people.
When the time came, Pulp Farmer and company would demonstrate their strength, letting those idiots shut their mouths!
Afternoon, afternoon, please come quickly!
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Chapter347 Shi Xiaobai, I want to learn to posture!
After the battle royale ended in the morning, there was only an intervening hour. The 64-strong playoffs ensued in the afternoon.
The enthusiasm among the audience in the afternoon was soaring even higher. One-on-one duels were even more exciting.
During the break, Shi Xiaobai, Pulp Farmer and company convened. Indeed, the trio was furious. Pulp Farmer and Liu Yu had overdone their posturing, making the audience think that they had fixed the match. Feng Yuanlin won without doing a thing and was mocked by the audience as winning while lying down.
The trio found the situation fucked up.
However, after drawing lots during the break to determine the battles, the three immediately felt better. They had pretty good luck.
In the first playoff that reduced 64 people to 32, Pulp Farmer had drawn a lot to fight Siba, who was ranked fifth among the Transcendent Bravehearts. Feng Yuanlin had drawn a lot to fight Mill, who was ranked seventh among the Transcendent Bravehearts.
The other contestants were dreading to meet the eight Bravehearts, but the three of them had encountered two. This was considered bad luck from a probability point of view, but to them, it was an extremely good thing.
Liu Yu said, "According to This Penniless Priest's information, only Moya has a special transformation unlike the rest. The other seven Bravehearts are only slightly stronger. With how strong the both of you are, it wouldn't be a problem winning!"
Pulp Farmer said with a sunken tone, "Winning is not a problem. The problem is that it needs to be beautifully won, won in a manner..."
Before Pulp Farmer finished his sentence, Feng Yuanlin finished his words, "Won in a manner with sufficient posturing! The idiotic audience really maddens me. Other than Moya having a bit of strength, the other seven Bravehearts are just fucking posturing. They didn't even do a good job, but the audience had orgasmic reactions as though they had eaten aphrodisiacs."
Pulp Farmer said with a sigh, "Actually, there is no need for us to care about them or what they think. However, there is really no way of swallowing this anger. In the afternoon, I'll beat that Siba, making all of them shut their mouths."
Liu Yu said, "Is shutting their mouths enough? This time, I agree with what Feng Yuanlin just said. Not only must we win, we must win with sufficient posturing. The more posturing we do, the more we smack those suckers in the face."
Feng Yuanlin nodded when he heard this.
Pulp Farmer said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I'm not good at posturing."
Feng Yuanlin said with a chuckle, "Liu Yu and I aren't good at posturing either. Power is needed for posturing after all. However, there is a person whose posturing realm is godlike. We can learn from him."
Pulp Farmer was surprised as he asked in wonderment, "Who?"
Feng Yuanlin and Liu Yu simultaneously pointed to a youth who had been silent in the corner all this while.
"Who else?" Feng Yuanlin said with glee, "Boss Shi Xiaobai's shattering of the diamond monster on the sixth level with that one punch is the best posturing act I've ever seen!"
Liu Yu said with a nod, "In terms of posturing, Shi Xiaobai is the only person that can awe This Penniless Priest. Both of you should ask for his advice."
Shi Xiaobai slowly shook his head and said in all seriousness, "This King isn't good at posturing either. That punch was purely lucky, and there happened to be a mountain behind it. If it was a diamond mountain, it would probably need two punches."
Pulp Farmer was not at the sixth level back then, but upon hearing what they said, he could immediately imagine the scene. In addition to what Shi Xiaobai had said, Pulp Farmer's expression was extremely fascinating.
Pulp Farmer said with great emotions, "Shi Xiaobai, I want to learn to posture!"
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At one in the afternoon, the tournament continued.
The first match was looked forward to by the audience. It was that human that won lying down, Feng Yuanlin, against one of the eight Transcendent Bravehearts, Mill!
Now, the Transcendents had a great aversion to the race known as humans. They felt that such a race was weak and despicable, but they had wicked luck. They did not consider them worthy of becoming glorious Bravehearts or deserving to participate in the Braveheart Martial Arts Tournament!
And in this first match, Mill ranked seventh among their glorious eight Bravehearts would give penance to a human. It was something they eagerly looked forward to!
"Mill, all the best. Kill that human!"
"Lord Mill, don't show mercy!"
"Let that foolish human know that the inborn gap between races is something unbridgeable!"
"..."
As the audience biased themselves in their cheers, the two participants appeared from both sides of the arena.
Mill raised both his hands to greet the audience. He clearly enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight.
Mill stretched his finger out and said loudly, "One punch. I only need one punch and I'll send this human scrambling out of Transcendence!"
Mill had begun vaunting himself before the fight even began. Bragging was all a part of posturing, so he did not mind posturing first!
The audience enjoyed this and immediately gave their kudos.
Feng Yuanlin sneered in his heart as he maintained his silence.
Such inferior posturing was extremely ridiculous. It was nothing compared to true posturing.
At the referee's signal, the arena slowly turned silent.
The duel was about to begin.
Mill habitually talked smack. "Human, there's still time to run!"
Feng Yuanlin did not respond as a shield suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
It was a shield made of bronze and it looked extremely ordinary. There were even patches of rust on it, giving it a worn-out look.
The way the shield appeared was rather fascinating, but its shape was greatly lacking.
Mill said mockingly, "A trickster? Can't you buy a nicer-looking shield? Aren't you humans very rich? I can shatter this crappy shield with a finger!"
However, Feng Yuanlin remained unresponsive. His eyes revealed a silence and seriousness, as though he was a young contestant facing the duel seriously.
Mill felt that he had postured enough verbally, so he did not speak any further. His body suddenly bulged as he turned from a short green-skinned dwarf into a three-meter tall giant!
"Begin!"
Seeing how both sides were ready, the referee signaled by waving his hand down!
The battle officially began as the audience immediately held their breaths as they calmly waited for Mill's performance!
The Transcendent Bravehearts had never let them down, and it would be no different this time!
Mill laughed maniacally as he strode towards Feng Yuanlin!
"Watch me shatter it with a finger prick!"
There was practically not a moment when Mill wasn't posturing!
Feng Yuanlin did not face him head on, nor did he dodge. Instead, he raised his shield and s
tood in place, like he was a member of a supporting cast!
Mill's three-meter tall body was rippling with firm muscles. His thick arms contained terrifying power, as his finger was nearly the size of a human's fist!
Mill approached and with a loud roar, he stretched out his finger and poked at the shield!
The audience stared with widened eyes, looking forward to the shocking performance of that simple poke.
"Bang!"
When the thick finger slammed into the worn-out and rusty bronze shield, it let out a dull thud!
The audience focused their eyes and were immediately left appalled. Despite being struck by the power of the finger, the shield did not even crack, much less shatter!
The human was still standing still and remained motionless!
What was going on?
"Impossible!"
Mill stared with widened eyes. How could this shield be so hard?
"Eat my fist!"
Mill reacted very quickly. Although he had failed to posture as the shield was not shattered with a prick from his finger, it did not really matter. He had only been careless!
He used 70% of his strength in his punch. He made sure to shatter the shield and not let the human stand up any further!
Mill gave a thundering roar as he punched out!
Feng Yuanlin held up his shield and remained motionless, as though he was a fool.
"Boom!"
The large and hard fist smashed heavily into the worn-out shield!
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Chapter348 Shi-style Posturing Technique
Mill's first transformation made him three-meters-tall. His arms were as thick as a tree trunk, and his solid fists looked like a savage hammer. His angry punch would cause winds to howl, nearly to the point of creating a sonic boom.
Feng Yuanlin continued holding up his shield without dodging, as though he was a fool.
"Boom!"
When this punch struck straight into the shield, there was no loss in power. An explosive collision sounded like a gigantic cruiser had hit the rocks. Sound waves blasted like explosives.
The force of this punch was apparent from its sound. The audience pricked up their ears and held their breaths as they stared at the rusty and worn-out shield with widened eyes!
At the instant the hammer-like fist made an impact, it looked like it had been fixed in place.
And the worn-out bronze shield looked as though it had been frozen, remaining in impeccable condition!
Feng Yuanlin's legs only shook gently!
The power of that punch only resulted in this?
The audience let out exclamations of disbelief!
In terms of sound and momentum, this punch did not appear lacking in any way. Mill's slightly red face was extremely real as well. It was impossible for this fist to look impressive but lack real worth!
But how did that worn-out bronze shield perfectly withstand the blow?
How could this shield be so strong?
"Impossible!"
The person who found it most unbelievable was Mill. He refused to believe that 70% of his strength had failed to shatter the worn-out shield. There must have been a trick in this matter!
"Tricks are only a joke in front of absolute power!"
Mill roared ferociously as he immediately punched out again. This time, he used all his strength. The sound and momentum of the punch were boosted once again!
He did not believe that his punch would fail to shatter the worn-out shield!
The Transcendent citizens refused to accept the situation as well, but they had no reason to doubt. They stared at the arena with widened eyes, unwilling to miss the heart-wrenching scene!
Feng Yuanlin, who still had his shield raised up, remained extremely confident. Against Mill's third punch that came seamlessly, he remained motionless like a mountain. The way he held up his shield was like a firm rock!
"Boom!"
The third punch struck the shield!
What was the outcome?
"It still did not break!?" The audience exclaimed!
The worn-out shield managed to withstand three consecutive punches from Mill, who was ranked seventh among the eight Transcendent Bravehearts?
"That human's feet moved slightly."
A meticulous Transcendent citizen brought attention to this point that was easy to miss.
However, immediately there were indignant citizens who began sparking a war of words, "So what? Three punches only to make someone move his feet slightly? How can that trash, Mill, be one of the eight Bravehearts? Fuck, it can't be that the title of the eight Bravehearts is hogwash?"
In any team, race or country, anything could lack except bashers and anti-fans. Bashers who had been lurking but never had a chance to vent their displeasure finally encountered the ushering in of a great opportunity, so how could they miss this opportunity to criticize without needing to pay any responsibility?
"Failing to shatter a crappy shield is putting us Transcendents to shame!"
"I already said that other than Moya, the other seven Bravehearts are hogwash. Mill has let the cat out of the bag!"
"Sigh, if the eight Bravehearts are only this strong, how are we to fight against the Infernal King?"
"..."
The bashers had seized the perfect moment. Most citizens would not choose to remain silent at this moment. Although true fans of Mill refuted, they were clearly being overwhelmed.
The truth was for all to see!
Mill's three consecutive punches had failed to shatter the worn-out bronze shield. The excuse that the opponent was too strong or that the shield was extremely strong was something the Transcendent citizens refused to accept. Then, the only explanation was—Mill was crap!
Mill naturally heard the boos ringing as his expression immediately turned as ugly as if he had eaten shit!
"I have to shatter it!"
Mill realized this point. If he failed to shatter the shield, this matter would leave on a lifetime stain on him.
"Well done human. I admit that I have belittled you. You have forced me to turn serious! Just now, I only used 20% of my strength. Now, watch me use 30%!"
Mill pretended that he had yet to use his full strength and continued posturing forcefully. Now, as long as he shattered the shield, he could still save his reputation!
Thankfully, this human continued to not take any action, as though he was waiting for him to continue hitting the shield. This gave Mill a final chance!
"It's time to crack!" Mill roared angrily as he smashed his fist at the shield!
"Boom!"
In this punch Mill used his full strength and more!
But it was useless. The shield remained indestructible!
Then what else could Mill do?
Another punch!
After striking with a right punch, Mill immediately followed up with a left punch!
"Boom!"
Two punches that were made using his full strength and a little bit more were still unable to shatter the shield. However, the worn-out bronze shield finally revealed a new crack!
There was hope!
"I can shatter it!"
Mill saw hope!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Mill began striking the shield wildly!
One punch, two punches, three punches...
Feng Yuanlin was also extremely accommodating as he continued raising the shield, withstanding the storm-like barrage of punches from Mill.
The audience gradually fell silent, with some of them frightened by the scene.
A frenzied Mill emitted a menacing power, and his storm of fists was astounding!
That worn-out bronze shield finally began to reveal cracks!
Some of the meddling members of the audience had already begun counting the number of Mill's punches loudly.
In the silent arena, other than Mill's angry roars and deafening sounds of the impacts, there were
only voices of people counting with others joining into the foray.
"Fifty-six!"
When the number of punches reached fifty-six, a loud crack resounded!
The worn-out bronze shield finally shattered, only after Mill frantically bashed at it for fifty-six times!
"It has shattered, it has shattered. Hahaha!"
Mills laughed in madness as he looked overjoyed. He did not forget to posture by saying, "Not bad, human. You forced This Braveheart to use 60% of his strength. You are worthy of praise!"
This time, the silent arena did not break out into cheers. The Transcendents were all silent. They were no fools after all. There was no way they would believe that Mill's frantic look was one of him using only 60% of his strength. Mills had probably expended the power for childbirth as well.
At this moment, Feng Yuanlin, who had been like a silent rock, gently patted his palms as he said, "Impressive, the Transcendent Bravehearts indeed live up to their reputation. You are worth making me a bit more serious."
After Feng Yuanlin said this, he raised his right hand, producing a golden shield that appeared out of nowhere!
It was a perfect and glimmering golden shield that looked extremely hard!
If the worn-out bronze shield was like an old man on his deathbed, the golden shield would be described as a high-spirited youth. The rigidity and the strength were extremely contrasting from the appearance!
There was an uproar.
Mill's face turned ashen!
The worn-out bronze shield that Mill shattered using fifty-six punches was just a small trick of his opponent's. If by being slightly serious, the golden shield that was conjured was clearly upgraded several levels. How was Mill to shatter it?
"Humans are that powerful?"
Such words came out of the mouths of the Transcendents.
In the audience stands, Shi Xiaobai raised a big thumbs up at Feng Yuanlin with a smile!
Pulp Farmer and Liu Yu were sitting beside him, looking overjoyed, but they were mostly feeling speechless.
Liu Yu said with a sigh, "This kind of posturing repertoire is truly matchless."
Pulp Farmer's mouth twitched as he said, "Shi Xiaobai, I'm impressed by you this time."
Feng Yuanlin's actions were naturally taught by Shi Xiaobai. That worn-out bronze shield looked worn-out, but it was, in fact, Feng Yuanlin's strongest technique. If not, how could it have withstood fifty-six punches from Mill?
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