Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"Viper..."

"That's one sly old fox!"

Whispers of intrigue momentarily rose among the audience, only to be buried beneath even more boisterous voices.

"Viper is just looking for some fun, but the True God is all about the White Ghost."

"The White Ghost is truly fierce, Viper is nothing in comparison."

"With fists faster than a tornado, Viper would be on the ground in no time."

...

"I'm betting on Viper, 500!"

"All in on Viper! 97!"

"You need to bet at least 100 to place a wager."

"Bro, lend me 3 coins..."

This was a unique opponent, whose fights at first glance appeared to be the most ordinary and dull, but it was only at the most critical, perilous moments that the deadly intent hidden within that split second would be revealed.

The way of the assassin is to court death in order to live.

Seizing the opportunity for a daring move meant either crippling the opponent or falling heavily wounded oneself.

If both fighters' styles involved careful observation for vulnerabilities in the other's attacks, then the early stage of the match might be quite uneventful.

Considering the fighting style the White Ghost had just displayed, that was very likely.

Addressing the concerns raised by the muscular man behind him, the person in charge shook his head with a smile, his eyes filled with trust as he watched the black and red figure step into the arena once more on the monitor, "Such a person aims to learn from the unique combat style of the opponent in order to perfect their own fighting theory.

Just one exchange, and upon detecting Viper's purpose, he'll take the initiative to draw out Viper's best."

Victory was not his objective, self-improvement was.

Such confident fighters were actually the favorites in the arena, they always forced their opponents to exert their full strength.

But as for whether the fighter was being arrogant or confident, that was hard to say.

...

Bai E saw his opponent before him.

Stooped in stature, he appeared quite despicable and base, lowering his eyes as he looked at people, as if subconsciously flattering them.

Even knowing that such characters would not appear in this setting, one still couldn't help but feel contempt for him.

Whether he was being underestimated or not, Bai E didn't care.

His fists itched for a fight, eager to brawl.

Flexing his fists, Bai E glanced towards the edge of the ring.

The door seemed to sense his intent and closed with a "bang."

It also signified that the battle had officially started!

The opponent kept on smirking in that vile manner, inspiring disgust at a glance.

Bai E charged forward with swift steps, his punch charged with full force aiming straight for the face.

If the opponent didn't want to strike first, let him stew in it.

Combination attack!

From the moment he launched his attack, Bai E laid his cards on the table.

Wasting energy? Exposing weaknesses?

He didn't care! He was all about wild aggression.

With his fast recovery and Overlimit Drive at his disposal, he wouldn't feel the weakness that typically came after delivering combinations—as long as he desired, there would be no such feebleness.

He was eager to see what this opponent had up his sleeve.

Sure enough, upon trading blows, Bai E could feel how tricky his opponent was.

His adversary hopped around like a monkey, agilely dodging and even when struck by a punch, it seemed to lack force and never hit solidly.

Yet the impression his opponent gave was somehow like a boat in a fury storm, as if he might capsize at any moment by an inconspicuous wave, tottering on the edge.

Despite his powerful punches and the roaring winds they broke through, they failed to pose a decisive threat to the target.

If a tornado was the harmony of footwork and attack, then this opponent represented the perfect defense within footwork.

The adversary was like the most patient hunter, waiting for his prey to expose a fatal vulnerability on its own.

Moving, observing, biding his time.

And inescapable.

Once the battle commenced, there was a feeling akin to being watched by Viper, an almost tangible cold air circulating, pressuring the aggressor with an anxious desire to defeat the opponent and put an end to this unsettling sensation.

This subconscious impulse arose from a blend of rational and instinctive self-judgment, rather than any special influence from another, and didn't even fall within the realms controlled by hormonal secretions of the body, with "self-restraint" having no effect on it at all.

It forced him, as the adversary, into a growing madness, akin to the delirium and convulsions that followed a snake bite.

But Bai E didn't care!

[You have spent 100 points of combat experience learning, which is converted into 50 points of "Combat Mastery" experience. (A very small chance to awaken a special attribute.)] (Accumulated)

[Current Combat Mastery experience 4/500, "Level 2 Combat Specialist" learned, synchronously gaining 1 potential point.]

[Combat Specialist (Level 2): Strike Power +4%, Evasion +2%, Blocking +2%, Combo (Special) +2.]

[Combo (Level 2): Within the shortest time of exerting force, deploy as much muscle power as possible, increasing attack speed by 55%, and gradually elevating strike power to a peak 120% with Overlimit performance.]

For a moment, Bai E's punches became more formidable, his fists alternating in a nearly impenetrable flurry.

Onlookers outside the ring recognized the familiar scene whenever Viper was in combat, lively and intense, but all the more dubious for it.

"It's that familiar feeling again..."

"It looks impressive, but what use is it if it doesn't kill?"

"He just used this tactic to exhaust Tornado, now why does he look dumb against a different opponent?"

Feeling his opponent's growing eagerness to take him down, Viper's mouth corners subtly curled up in the unseen shadows, "That's more like it."

There were no fools among the fighters who ran rampant in this arena, and one's own fighting style was no secret in this combat ring either. However, each of his opponents found themselves trapped in a difficult situation as they fought.