High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Chapter 211 I Really Didn’t Go Easy (Please Subscribe)

As soon as the countdown ended, Wang the Pockmarked opened his mouth and an invisible sound wave instantly enveloped Chen Fan.

Sound Wave Superpower.

It can affect the opponent’s spirit, causing them to faint, go insane, or even die.

It can also compress the sound wave into substantial energy, causing explosions upon contact with objects, from shattering glass to breaking rocks and collapsing buildings.

Wang the Pockmarked often uses the former because it’s more mindful of spiritual power and faster, and unlike other direct spiritual attacks, using the sound wave as a medium avoids backlash.

The people around the ring saw Wang the Pockmarked open his mouth and immediately knew what he was planning. Some even shouted for Chen Fan to dodge.

But Chen Fan didn’t move an inch.

"Sigh, I knew this 50 points was given away for free," someone sighed heavily, disappointment in their eyes.

"Still too inexperienced, taking a sound wave attack from Wang the Pockmarked right at the start—what’s he gonna do next?"

"Even if he’s a speed-type Awakener, being controlled from the start means he can’t display his abilities."

"Exactly."

These words resonated with many E-level Awakeners present.

Even they, if attacked by Wang the Pockmarked right at the start, would fall into a daze, then be passively beaten or give up; if they refuse to surrender, they’d just wait to faint.

Wang the Pockmarked’s mouth was wide open, continuing his sound wave attack, his grin growing wider.

In less than three seconds, this newcomer would collapse on the ring.

He’d gladly accept those 50 points.

However, three seconds passed without anything happening. The newcomer across him remained calm, watching him silently.

"?"

Wang the Pockmarked was stunned. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Anyone else from the Association’s E-level Awakeners would at least be in unbearable pain by now, if not already fainted and rolling on the ground—what’s up with this guy? No reaction at all?

"What’s with this newcomer?"

People outside the ring began to notice something was off.

"Why does it look like the newcomer isn’t affected?"

"Not affected? Impossible, at this distance, with Wang the Pockmarked shooting blindly, he’d still hit."

"Right," someone observed the ring, which was just 100 meters by 100 meters, and the distance between the two was less than 50 meters, "He can’t be missing. Is Wang the Pockmarked holding back?"

"Wang the Pockmarked, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, another person grew furious, "I bet 100 points on you, hurry up and finish this!"

"I bet 200 points on you! Wang the Pockmarked, stop holding back, finish it now!"

"Teach this newcomer a lesson, make him understand the stakes."

A crowd’s uproar ensued.

On the stage, Wang the Pockmarked broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this.

He really wasn’t holding back! He went all out from the start, aiming for a one-second KO.

But now, five seconds had passed, and his spiritual power was almost depleted, yet the newcomer still looked at ease.

Could it be that his attack had no effect?

In the control room, a mocking voice echoed.

"Wang the Pockmarked has been in the Association for three years, yet can’t quickly handle a newcomer?" A man in sunglasses laughed.

"Really is weak."

"It’s not that he’s weak," Yang Hu’s voice interjected, his eyes focusing on Chen Fan, "There’s something odd about this newcomer."

The room fell silent, eyes all turned to Yang Hu.

"Brother Hu, you mean?"

Yang Hu watched the screen, "There’s no doubt Wang the Pockmarked’s sound wave hit the target. But did you notice, the newcomer didn’t show any change in expression at all?"

"Hiss..."

The room collectively gasped.

It was true, his expression remained calm.

"Brother Hu, you mean the newcomer is a master?" the man in sunglasses wasn’t convinced.

"Possible," Yang Hu nodded, "Either the newcomer’s spiritual power far exceeds Wang the Pockmarked’s, making the attack bearable, or the newcomer has strong acting skills and can endure pain without showing it."

The crowd exchanged glances, realizing either option was impressive.

Yang Hu’s lips curled into a smile.

This newcomer was intriguing, to say the least.

About ten seconds passed, and the Awakeners around the ring saw something was definitely wrong.

Earlier, Wang the Pockmarked had a face full of confidence, now he was pale, sweating profusely, and even shaking—clearly signs of spiritual power depletion.

Spiritual power depletion!

Many looked at Wang the Pockmarked, thinking, seriously? Depleting your spiritual power fighting a newcomer?

Some stared at Chen Fan, pondering deeply.

This newcomer seemed to have some skills?

On the ground, Zhang Jun’s face turned pale.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

Next moment, a shadow moved on stage.

"Wang the Pockmarked, run!"

Someone shouted in desperation.

Wang the Pockmarked also wanted to run, but the opponent’s speed was too fast. He only saw a blur rushing toward him, then felt a coolness on his neck—it was a gleaming dagger.

Wang the Pockmarked turned his head, locking eyes with Chen Fan.

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