Being able to broadcast on the central screen indicated that the attention would increase.
At the bottom of the audience stands and the high platform on the second floor, many of the audience were not interested in the battle between physical cultivators. After all, it was only a battle between physical cultivators. They were more interested in the battle between martial artists.
The battle between physical cultivators was nothing more than a reflection of the strength of the fighting techniques. Opponents of the same level did not have much difference. In a battle between martial artists, one could see all kinds of powerful and rare martial arts techniques. The visual effect was naturally more exciting.
However, when they saw the arrogant name "High School Student Beats Martial Artist" on the screen, they could not help but take a second look.
After that, they were attracted by Lin Feng's exaggerated white shirt, especially when the camera gave him a close-up, which made him even more eye-catching. Moreover, the special strength of the two combatants was enough to tell them how different this arena was.
Therefore, many people could not help but ask the people next to them, and more and more audience members shifted their attention.
After all, exciting battles were common, but such arrogant high school students were rare.
"Go Gao Lao Er, beat him to the ground."
"He made me lose so much money. Beat him to death!"
"Gao Tong, beat that kid, and I'll be yours today."
"Young man, go! I have faith in you!"
Many audience members shouted loudly. The gamblers who had lost red eyes took out all the money in their pockets and pinned their hopes on this match. There were also many female audience members. It seemed that Gao Tong was quite famous in the martial arts hall.
At this time, there were also many supporters of Lin Feng. The eight battles had made him a small number of fans.
"Gao Tong, 39 years old, 61 battles, 57 wins and 4 losses."
Looking at the data displayed on the big screen above the arena, Lin Feng was very calm.
There were two reasons why he was still a Level 9 physical cultivator at 39 years old. First, he had no resources. Second, his martial arts aptitude was too poor.
But on the other hand, it also showed that this person was only one step away from becoming a martial artist. The meridians in his body had probably been condensed to the limit of 99.
Unable to break through to become a martial artist, Gao Tong could only hone his fighting techniques. His high winning rate proved that his strength was not to be underestimated. With a strong physique of more than 1.8 meters and muscles all over his body, there were probably not many people in the physical cultivator realm who could be his opponent.
No wonder his odds had soared to 1: 6.7. This was his highest odds in history.
"Brat, I have to say that you have some strength. However, compared to me, you are still far from it."
Gao Tong, who was topless, showed off his explosive muscles. From time to time, he would do some bodybuilding exercises, causing some rich women to scream. Linfeng could only express his speechlessness.
Was she here to sell her body?
Or is this your profession?
.....
Offstage, Zhou Fu was sitting in the VIP area, drinking and chatting with his friends. He looked very relaxed. At this time, he was looking at Lin Feng's white shirt curiously.
"Advertising slots? You're so confident?"
Zhou Fu was a local businessman in Rivertown who ran the catering industry. He had opened more than 60 big restaurants in Rivertown and could be considered a chain brand. Although the taste was good and he had even appeared on many food shows, he had never been famous.
In order to make a name for himself and expand his influence, he had been looking for celebrities to endorse his hot pot restaurant.
In today's society, actors and singers were just mediums. The only stars were the players of Glory of Glory.
The Battle of Glory was the most eye-catching event in the world. It was even related to the rise and fall of a country.
Every strong player of Glory of Glory was the favorite of advertisers.
Naturally, Gao Fu also hoped that a player of Glory of Glory would endorse his restaurant. However, he was not interested in those ordinary teams that were not famous. The endorsement fees for famous teams could range from tens of millions to hundreds of millions. With his financial resources, it was obvious that he could not afford that much.
As for those top players, even if he had money, they would not be interested in him.
Those players were the cash cows of the club. Not only were their endorsement fees high, but they also had high requirements for the brand. He was not qualified at all.
When he first saw Lin Feng's advertisement, he was a little curious.
Because of that arrogant name, he had noticed Lin Feng from a long time ago. At first, he thought that it was just a joke by a high school student. However, when the record of eight consecutive wins came out, he could not help but adjust his sitting position.
Advertising slots were actually endorsements. It was not rare in martial arts dojos.
There were all kinds of advertisements on TV. The streets of Jiangcheng were filled with posters of Glory of Glory's players. However, they were all real stars with millions or even tens of millions of fans.
The endorsements in martial arts dojos naturally could not be compared. Even so, there were very few who could reach this step.
Moreover, it was only after they became famous that companies took a fancy to them and signed them. Zhou Fu had never seen someone write the words "advertising slots" on their clothes and directly start soliciting endorsements.
He had to admit that even someone as knowledgeable as him was shocked at first sight.
There was actually such a thing?
In Zhou Fu's opinion, the purpose of the "High School Student Beating Up a Martial Artist" title, the "Advertising Space Recruitment" on the shirt, and the random mode challenge was nothing more than attracting attention. The main purpose was to sell advertising space.
However, in his opinion, even if Lin Feng had won eight matches, even if it was eighteen, it would be difficult for him to sell his advertising slots.
Although Zhou Fu's talent was not good and he was only a fifth-stage physique cultivator, he liked to come to martial arts dojos to watch the matches.
Therefore, he knew that in martial arts dojos, no matter how strong you were or how good your battle record was, without popularity and appeal, you would not be able to attract fans. Naturally, you would not be able to convert it into traffic.
It could be said that even in Thunder Martial Arts Dojo, there were very few contestants who were qualified to be an endorser. Many of them were trained by the dojo itself.
Moreover, these people were at least martial artists. After many years, they already had a certain fan base and could bring about a fan effect. This was the only way to have the effect of endorsements for other companies.
"Zhou Fu, what do you think? Although this young man is a little arrogant, he is quite handsome. This is an advantage. Haven't you been looking for celebrities to endorse?"
Zhou Fu's friend beside him laughed when he saw that Zhou Fu was interested. There was a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Hehe, don't underestimate this high school student. It's not easy to reach this stage at the age of sixteen," Zhou Fu said with a laugh.
"That's true. High school students nowadays are so strong that they can challenge those of a higher level," his friend agreed.
High school students generally lacked combat experience. Lin Feng was able to defeat a veteran who had been in martial arts dojos for many years. This was beyond many people's expectations and made many people stop booing.
"The popularity is not bad, but it's a pity!"
Zhou Fu observed the audience around him. It was almost four o 'clock. This was the working hours, so the martial arts dojo was a little quiet. It would be more lively at night.
At this time, there were about forty to fifty thousand spectators in the martial arts dojo. At this time, more than half of them were paying attention to this match. This kind of popularity was rare. Only some famous team players could have this kind of popularity. Unfortunately, this kind of popularity could not be maintained.
As long as this match was lost, no one would pay attention to this arrogant high school student.
.....
"It's time to show my real skills."
Looking at Gao Tong opposite him, Lin Feng's eyes were calm. Facing Gao Tong, who was a Level 9 Physique Cultivator, there was no need for him to keep a low profile.
The first eight matches were just to earn some money. This was the real battle to show his strength.
Whoosh!
After the match was announced, Lin Feng tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and rushed toward Gao Tong like a flash of lightning.
"Kid, you're too inexperienced."
Gao Tong stood in place and did not make any moves. His face was full of disdain.
Although Lin Feng had achieved eight consecutive victories, the strongest opponent was only a Level 8 Physique Cultivator.
He was a Level 9 Physique Cultivator, only one step away from becoming a martial artist. In addition, he was in his peak state. His strength and strength were far stronger than Lin Feng. What was there to be afraid of?
"Bang!"
Gao Tong raised his right palm and easily blocked Lin Feng's whip kick. As expected, the power was not strong. Just as he was about to ridicule Lin Feng, his face suddenly changed.
"What the f * ck."
"No way!"
At this time, in the auditorium, the originally careless audience suddenly stood up with a shocked face.
In the ring, the strong Gao Tong was holding his head with both hands and constantly dodging. In front of him, the high school student was waving his fists, one punch after another. At the same time, his whole body, hands, arms, legs, elbows, and all the parts that could be attacked were all turned into sharp weapons. Not only were they fierce and violent, but they were also extremely fast.
Although the range of the attack was not large, there was no pause. His posture was clean and neat, and he was as fast as lightning.
"Well …"
Gao Tong snorted. There was some panic in his eyes. At this moment, he did not even have the ability to fight back.
At the beginning, he was caught in a storm of attacks. At this time, he was like a sandbag, constantly being hit. He could not even easily move his hands to fight back because the attacks were too violent.
The auditorium was a little quiet at this time.
Everyone looked at this scene in shock. A Level 9 Physique Cultivator, a middle-aged man with a strong physique, was so violent that he did not have the slightest ability to resist.
If the high school student's attack was not so exaggerated, they would definitely think that it was a fake fight.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Gao Tong fell to the ground directly. The battle was over!
At this time, the audience still did not react.
After a moment of silence, there were all kinds of noises, discussions, and even curses.
"So strong!
So strong! "
On the high platform, Zhou Fu could not help but stand up and tremble slightly. Although it was only a battle of Physique Cultivators, it made his blood boil.
Suppression!
Total suppression!
Gao Tong did not have the ability to resist at all. This was not a duel at all, but a killing.
"Can it really beat up martial artists?"
At this time, Zhou Fu could not help but have a thought in his mind!
The gap between Physique Cultivators and martial artists was like a gap that could not be crossed. However, if he really succeeded, one could imagine the commotion it would cause.
Attention meant popularity. At this time, the young man's white shirt did not seem so ridiculous anymore.
Moreover, to have such strength, it also proved the potential of a high school student. He had probably attracted a lot of attention at this time.
"Oh no!"
He noticed that even the person in charge of Thunder Martial Arts Dojo was in the auditorium. Even they had noticed this young man?
"Zhou Fu, where are you going?"
"Come back first."
Zhou Fu ignored his friend's question and walked quickly to the counter not far away.
The screen in the ring only showed the name of the contestant, the age, the strength, and the record. However, he needed to know more.
If possible, he wanted to sign this young man.