Because of Feng Qian and Ke Shoulin's intentional guidance, most of the spectators didn't know that before Ke Long and the other Shelter's mechanical equipment duel, there would be an internal battle between berserkers.
Looking at the two similar berserkers, they weren't too surprised. They just thought that this was a normal warm-up.
What they wanted to see was a battle between two Shelters. They wanted to see Ke Long control his berserker and crush his opponent from another Shelter!
Many people couldn't wait to skip this warm-up match and quickly watch the battle between Ke Long and his opponent's mechanical equipment.
Many spectators who didn't know what was going on had already started shouting Ke Long's name, cheering for the Black Steel Shelter.
Only a few people who knew what was going on knew that this battle was the main focus of today's press conference.
This internal battle between berserkers was no longer a battle between two rank 3 ability users, nor was it a battle between two berserkers. It was a battle between two rank 4 researchers.
This meant that from now on, Tanqiu and Feng Qian would completely fall out!
This battle was so popular that the losing side would probably lose a lot of reputation. Even a rank 4 researcher wouldn't be able to withstand the backlash of this defeat.
Ke Long held two swords in his hands. The dazzling golden light made him look like a god. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared coldly at Qi Yuan.
"Wasteland scum, you actually dare to come up and die!"
Behind the flame-like black shadow, Qi Yuan's lips curled up slightly. He wasn't moved by Ke Long's trash talk at all. Instead, he looked at him with pity.
Ke Long clearly didn't realize what kind of fate he was about to face.
Although Feng Qian had made some changes to the berserker, he didn't notice the trap in the core energy matrix at all.
If Ke Long hadn't activated the berserker in his body, it would have been fine. Since he had activated the berserker in front of him, it meant that he had completely lost control. If he wanted to, he could take over the berserker in his body at any time and then reverse control his body.
For Qi Yuan, this was an opportunity that had been delivered to his doorstep!
Although Tanqiu would protect him, in the face of Ke Shoulin and Feng Qian's coercion, just relying on Tanqiu's protection was far from enough. Qi Yuan urgently needed enough self-protection.
Therefore, not only did he have to win this battle, he had to win it beautifully!
This was the only way to obtain the protection of Glory!
Fortunately, Ke Shoulin had given him such a chance!
This battle had already attracted a lot of attention. As long as he could replace Ke Long and crush the opponent that Ke Shoulin had specially prepared for Ke Long, he would definitely obtain unimaginable glory.
In the new era, the worship of the strong was even more severe than in the old era. If he were just an ordinary wastelander, even if he were defeated by Ke Long today and died in the arena, no one would care. They would only remember that Ke Long had won yet another victory.
But if he defeated Ke Long, no matter how much they looked down on the wastelanders, they would pin the hopes of the Black Steel Shelter on him. All he had to do was take the opportunity to defeat his next opponent, and the audience would cheer for him.
In the heat of victory, they would forget about their status as wastelanders. They would remember how they had turned the tide, how they had stepped on their enemies one by one to reach the pinnacle of victory.
Ke Long looked around with the attitude of a victor, enjoying the cheers and shouts coming from all directions. The blood in his body gradually boiled.
Under the cheers of tens of thousands, he would kill his enemies, defeat his opponents, and reach the pinnacle. This was the life he was about to lead!
Ke Long pointed his sword at Qi Yuan and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"You have the honor of being the first soul to die by my sword today. I will personally cut off your head as a witness to my rise!"
"What a beautiful dream!" Qi Yuan said with a smile.
"Ke Shoulin arranged everything for you. He really is a good father, but he shouldn't have provoked me!"
"Shut up!" Ke Long scolded.
"You wastelander scum have no right to judge my father!"
Qi Yuan smiled and deactivated the Berserker. The shadows dispersed, revealing his frail body.
Ke Long sneered.
"It's too late to admit defeat now!
If you hadn't stepped onto the arena, you might have had a chance at survival. But since you're here, don't even think about leaving alive!
"But don't worry, my sword is fast!
You won't suffer too much pain. I only need one strike to cut off your head! "
Qi Yuan was still fearless, a calm smile on his face.
"Against you, I don't need the Mechanical Armament!
"I will let everyone know that the Berserker that was praised to the heavens was just a clumsy plagiarism!"
Ke Long's face turned cold as he growled, "You're courting death!"
Qi Yuan said no more, only beckoning to Qi Yuan with his finger.
Come here!
"A wastelander scum dares to insult me!"
With a furious roar, a dazzling golden light blossomed.
Under the focus of the lights, the tranquil arena was instantly flooded with energy. The originally noisy spectator stands fell silent for a moment, and then it became noisy once again.
"Ke Long!"
"Ke Long!"
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Amidst the roars, Ke Long transformed into a golden sun, charging at Qi Yuan with incomparable ferocity.
Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, filtering out the dazzling golden light. Facing Ke Long's all-out attack, Qi Yuan's expression was strangely calm.
The instant Ke Long charged at him with his two swords, Qi Yuan's Domain Detection and Data Center were fully activated. Everything in the arena was clearly reflected in his consciousness.
The violent energy, the whistling wind, the dazzling golden light, and Ke Long's every movement, even his every breath, were all clearly reflected on the screen.
The two swords were surging with destructive energy, one aimed at his right neck, the other at his abdomen.
The strength and speed of these two swords surpassed any Peak Tier 3 Berserker he had ever seen. Unless he also activated the Berserker class, he would not be able to block Ke Long's attacks with just his Tier 2 Steel Strength and Steel Speed.
Facing Ke Long's two swords coming at him from two different angles, Qi Yuan did not dodge. Instead, he lightly stretched out his hands.
Two fingers of his right hand caught the sword aimed at his neck, while the middle finger of his left hand flicked at the sword aimed at his abdomen.
Seeing Qi Yuan's response, Ke Long's anger soared to the sky.
Ever since he had taken control of the Berserker class, he had gone through dozens of battles. No matter who his opponent was, no matter what type of mechanical equipment they were using, when faced with his storm-like attacks, they would always go all out, only to be defeated in the end.
No one had ever dared to challenge him like Qi Yuan, risking their lives!
At the last moment, Ke Long roared and increased the power in his hands by 30%. No matter how you provoke him, after this sword, your head will be separated from your body!
Ke Long's furious gaze was clearly reflected in Qi Yuan's eyes.
Dang!
Weng!
Golden light trembled!
A golden sword flew out of his hand, spinning behind Ke Long before stabbing into the ground, all the way to the hilt.
The other golden sword was caught between two of Qi Yuan's fingers. No matter how hard Ke Long tried, it did not move at all, as if it was fixed in place.
Ke Long stared in shock at the sword caught between Qi Yuan's fingers, his eyes lost focus for a moment. He did not know what had happened just now.
How did the two swords that were supposed to kill him turn out like this?
Even a pseudo rank 4 would not be able to deal with his attacks so easily. Qi Yuan was just a rank 3 wasteland peasant. How did he do it?
The clamorous spectator seats suddenly quieted down. It was like a noisy duck that had its neck pinched by someone, and it was unable to let out a single cry.
Ke Long, who everyone coveted and had high hopes for, was defeated so easily?
Defeated in an exhibition match!
Furthermore, he had been defeated so cleanly!
In the observation deck, Ke Shoulin and Feng Qian stood up at the same time, staring at the two people in the middle of the arena.
"What happened just now?" Ke Shoulin asked through gritted teeth.
No one knew a son better than a father. Ke Shoulin knew very well that Ke Long would not hold back against Qi Yuan. Ke Shoulin had clearly intended to kill him, but the moment he came into contact with Qi Yuan, everything changed.
At the last moment, Qi Yuan suddenly reversed the situation. With a flick of the fingers on his left hand, he deflected Ke Long's sword that was aimed at his abdomen, while he extended two fingers on his right hand and lightly caught the other sword that was aimed at his neck.
This did not even seem like a duel anymore, but more like a clumsy fake match!
In this press conference that he had carefully prepared, his own son and a wasteland refugee had fought a fake match!
And he was the one in the background!
This made Ke Shoulin feel extremely ridiculous.
Feng Qian was silent, but his tightly clenched right hand revealed the turmoil in his heart.
The worst-case scenario had occurred!
Qu Shanhai had discovered his backup plan and had set a trap for him!
He had actually stepped into this trap!
As the creator of the Berserker, Feng Qian saw it more clearly than Ke Shoulin. At the last moment, it was not Ke Long who had stopped, but the Berserker that had a problem!
The Berserker had suddenly taken over Ke Long's body and stopped on its own!
With Qu Shanhai's ability, he could not have designed such a perfect mechanical weapon, nor could he have left such a trap that even he himself could not have discovered!
Therefore, the real designer of this trap must be someone else!
It was Tanqiu!
Only Tanqiu could have done this!
Feng Qian glanced at the observation deck where Tanqiu was and felt a trace of regret for the first time.
When Feng Qian had first obtained the blueprints for these Berserkers, he had hesitated for a moment. He was worried that someone might have set a trap inside. However, after inspecting the blueprints and finding no abnormalities, he decided to use the information he had obtained to create these near-perfect Berserkers!
If he hadn't held back and pushed Tang Hong to the front, he would have lost all standing and reputation after this battle!
Even if he had Tang Hong to block the calamity for him this time, his reputation would inevitably be affected. In addition, Ke Long would also be implicated. In this confrontation with Tan Qiu, he could be considered to have lost completely!
This woman's methods were too ruthless!
"Quick, think of something!
Ke Long can't lose this battle!
He definitely can't lose! "Ke Shoulin stared at Feng Qian, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.
Feng Qian was silent. If there was no one else, he could still think of a way to stop this battle. But with so many people watching and with the participation of other shelters, no one could control how things would develop.
In the arena.
Qi Yuan released the energy blade between his fingers and revealed a gentle smile.
"I've said it before. I don't need to use mechanical weapons to deal with you!
I can defeat you with my bare hands! "
"No!
That's impossible! "
Ke Long roared. He held the golden sword in his hand with both hands and slashed down fiercely again!
Qi Yuan smiled and stretched out a finger, gently blocking the falling blade.
Clang!
The golden sword trembled slightly, unable to get past Qi Yuan's finger.
Ke Long's expression became more and more desperate.
"That's impossible!
That's impossible! "
Ke Long pulled back his sword again and slashed at Qi Yuan again and again. But no matter how he attacked, he could not break through Qi Yuan's defense.
Qi Yuan stood motionless in his original spot, using only one finger to block Ke Long's frenzied attacks.
"How did he do it?"
Yang Jing watched the battle between Qi Yuan and Ke Long with his mouth agape. He did not expect such a dramatic turn of events.
He originally thought that Qi Yuan would use his mechanical equipment to burst out with powerful strength and have an exciting battle with Ke Long.
But he did not expect that Qi Yuan did not even activate his mechanical equipment. He used his bare hands and only one finger to suppress Ke Long's attacks.
In Tanqiu's observation deck, Zheng Yan clicked his tongue in wonder as he watched the farce in the duel arena.
"I didn't expect you to have such a trick up your sleeve!
How did you do it? You dug such a big hole and Feng Qian did not notice!
"After this battle, you and Feng Qian can be considered to have completely fallen out!"
Tanqiu's eyes flashed. She ignored Zheng Yan's mutterings and did not explain his misunderstanding. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked by Qi Yuan. She did not expect Qi Yuan's counterattack to be so exciting.
Although Qi Yuan did not kill Ke Long, every time he stretched out his finger, it was a loud slap on both Feng Qian and Ke Shoulin's faces.
With their status and position, it would be better to just kill Ke Long!
Ke Long's frenzied attacks were blocked by a single finger of Qi Yuan's. Qi Yuan did not retaliate and allowed Ke Long to go on a rampage. In the end, Ke Shoulin could not bear it any longer and finally made a move.
A middle-aged man with a crew cut suddenly stepped onto the arena and chopped at the back of Ke Long's neck with his hand. Ke Long, who did not dare to face reality and accept his defeat, was knocked unconscious.
The middle-aged man coldly glared at Qi Yuan with a threatening gaze before bringing the unconscious Ke Long out of the arena.
After watching this farce, the audience quieted down. They looked at Qi Yuan, who was in the middle of the arena, with complicated expressions.
This wretched young man, who had a wasteland aura, had used only one finger to crush Ke Long!
He had crushed Tang Hong's Berserker, who had been praised to the heavens!
Could this be a Rank 4 wasteland vagabond?
"Interesting!" Long Shi revealed a strange smile.
"Ke Long actually failed miserably at the hands of a Rank 3 wasteland vagabond. Ke Shoulin's painstaking preparations were in vain!"
"What are you going to do?" Long Shi looked at Qi Yuan and asked without turning his head.
Ke Long's defeat meant that the deal was off. He had lost the opportunity to obtain Yang Jing's blood.
The corners of Long Shi's mouth curled up slightly.
"Since Ke Shoulin has made so many preparations, I can't let them go to waste!
I'm going to do it myself and collect some blood from Yang Jing! "