Continuing the theoretical debate with Li Ming would only disadvantage himself, as he ostensibly held a higher position than Li Ming.
Even to say, when Li Ming uttered those words, he had already won.
Even in defeat, it could be considered an honorable loss.
Sain once again felt the frustration he had experienced in the lab that day when Li Ming had played him, and now, a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him even more.
It’s over, Sain thought somberly, Li Ming’s speed is fast, but his killing power is insufficient. If there is a way to contain his speed, it’s not without a chance.
"All right, since you are confident, let’s continue," Sain returned to the spectator’s seat. The candidate prepared by the University of Science and Technology was named Zhang Peixian—
He was the top performer in last year’s assessments and is now a student of Professor Bai, with a reported development progress of over 80%.
He didn’t react much, instead, he sighed inwardly at the terrifying speed of Li Ming, admitting he couldn’t match it in terms of speed.
"I’m up." Someone from the Sela civilization stepped onto the stage, a short and plump figure, seemingly called Midunson.
He didn’t speak, seemingly afraid of a sneak attack by Li Ming. He quickly gathered a grey-black stone shell on the surface of his skin, which rapidly spread and enveloped his entire body, then formed into a solid stone ball, standing in the center of the stage.
Seeing this, a wave of mocking laughter erupted from the audience.
But Zhang Peixian’s expression was very solemn, as if he had thought of something.
Then, beneath the stone ball, a mud-like liquid began to spill out, quickly spreading in all directions like a tide.
The mud rolled, looking extremely viscous. If it covered the entire stage, it would certainly greatly affect Li Ming’s speed, and perhaps it had other abilities.
The mocking laughter gradually ceased, and people glared and shouted, "Cheating, this is cheating!"
Roth, feeling helpless, noted the small size of the stage, which easily created an environment that could affect Li Ming’s speed. It was just that Youke’s development was too limited.
With advanced development, it should also be possible to create a similar environment.
The only way to win was to defeat that guy before the mud spread across the entire stage.
But the opponent had already made full preparations for defense, and he was naturally strong in defense. It was tough.
Li Ming frowned, surprised, but these people were also the elite of the Sela civilization. It was normal for them to come up with countermeasures in such a short time.
He changed into a pair of class D shoes and switched to a "Prism Plasma Sword," standing still to gather energy. After three seconds, Li Ming’s mouth curved slightly.
Since it only had a 300% speed enhancement, far less than the 400% capability enhancement of class C shoes, it could only enhance the Slicing Ability.
But what Li Ming needed was the Slicing Ability.
Ripples in the air spread around him, and Li Ming vanished from the spot, his speed slightly slower without the class D shoes, but it was not a big deal.
Although the opponent was completely wrapped inside the stone ball, he seemed to still perceive the changes in the outside world. The bubbly mud rose from the ground, forming a waterfall flowing upstream.
Falling into it would probably make it very difficult to get free.
But just as the people from the Sela Royal Academy began to rejoice, their expressions became stiff again.
One side of the mud waterfall seemed to be cut by an invisible force, and even the mud spread on the ground appeared to have been sliced.
Along the cleaved path, Li Ming, unnoticed, had already reached the front of the central stone ball.
Not only that, both his hands were inserted into the stone ball, his left hand steady and unmoving.
His right hand moved from top to bottom. Where his hand fell, the stone shell split open.
He smoothly cut open the entirety of the stone ball as if slicing a cake, revealing the frightened, short and plump figure inside,
He was so scared because the front half of Li Ming’s left palm had already penetrated his chest.
A slight movement would tear open his chest.
Clean and efficient, from action to end, it took only a few seconds.
"I count to three." Li Ming spoke softly.
"I concede!" The pressure as if his heart was grasped made him blurt out.
Li Ming withdrew his hand, and to the amazement of all, there was not a speck of blood left on it.
Zhang Peixian couldn’t help but marvel, "How far has his development progressed?"
"Never mind how much, does the Thunder Flame Fighting Ape even have this ability?" Someone who knew a little about Li Ming couldn’t help but say, hands like knives, no, even sharper than blades.
Midunson stepped down from the stage in a daze, experiencing what Youke had felt, losing so quickly that it felt surreal.
He even thought that he still had a chance to fight.
Li Ming stood on the stage, looking down below, "Any more challengers, hurry up."
"Otherwise, don’t waste time, send your strongest up."
"He’s afraid of a war of attrition?" someone among the Sela people sneered.
Someone beside him shook their head, "Really planning to use a war of attrition against him? Even if you win, would you be proud to go home?"
This wasn’t a fight to the death, but just a form of exchange and competition.
Everyone could see, winning a victory through a war of attrition would be embarrassingly shameful.
By now, this exchange and competition had completely changed in flavor.
Li Ming, standing on the stage, imposed a profound pressure on the people from the Sela Royal Academy, deep and unfathomable like a black hole.
"I’ll go then." A brawny figure climbed onto the stage.
"You’re called Balkan, the strongest one?" Li Ming asked.
Balkan remained silent, not sure if Li Ming genuinely didn’t pay attention to their information or was intentionally pressuring him.
"Right, I’m the strongest, let’s decide the outcome with one battle, continuing to waste time is pointless." Balkan glanced at Sain.
Those from the previous sessions no longer needed to challenge Li Ming. Li Ming’s momentum was gathering, climbing steadily.