There is no guarantee for the lottery? So what?

#151 - Chapter 151 Rebound

Fan Tang's ability is "Reflection," which everyone knows.

But even knowing it, there's no way to deal with it.

Wu Xia had watched her previous matches, and everyone without exception was defeated by their own attacks.

He didn't think he could win this time.

But he wouldn't surrender either.

What kind of man would he be if he didn't even dare to fight!

After confirming that neither of them had any pre-battle declarations, the host gave the order:

"The match begins!"

At the start of the match, the two of them didn't immediately take action.

The audience below the stage craned their necks to see what they were going to do.

But after watching for a long time, they didn't show any signs of moving.

This was also the first time such a peaceful scene had appeared on the arena.

Fan Tang moved.

She held a small dagger and walked straight towards Wu Xia.

Not running, not even walking fast, she walked unhurriedly like a child going on a spring outing.

Wu Xia allowed her to approach him, without blocking her.

He wanted to see how good this person, who could only rely on her ability to reflect attacks, was at close combat.

Fan Tang walked in front of Wu Xia, raised her dagger, and stabbed it towards his chest, completely disregarding her own defense.

If it were any other opponent, Wu Xia would definitely seize the opportunity to launch a series of combo attacks upon seeing such an opening, but he didn't dare to attack this person at all.

"Iron Shirt!"

He thought Iron Shirt could defend against her weak attack, but Wu Xia felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He subconsciously slapped towards the dagger, but felt a force strike his head, making him see stars.

Ouch!

The painful Wu Xia quickly used his Qinggong to pull away and ran to the other side of the arena.

He rubbed his head.

Is this the power of my slap?

I didn't feel this much pain when I slapped it!

Wu Xia didn't expect that she could reflect the force of his slap on the dagger back onto his head.

But more than that, Wu Xia was more concerned about why her dagger could ignore his Iron Shirt.

Logically speaking, her weak strength shouldn't have been able to penetrate his Iron Shirt and hurt him.

"How did you do it?" Wu Xia asked Fan Tang.

Fan Tang asked back, "How did I do what?"

"Of course, how did you stab me and make it hurt."

"The action of force is mutual, didn't you learn that in high school?"

Fan Tang explained as she approached Wu Xia:

"When my force hits you, your reaction force can also be considered as hitting me, so I can reflect that force back onto you.

Although my active attack can't break your defense, I can reflect your force directly onto you."

Wu Xia didn't expect her to actually explain it.

But he still didn't quite understand. As a physics noob, he only knew that Fan Tang hitting him would hurt, whether he used defensive martial arts or not.

Since that was the case, he absolutely couldn't let Fan Tang hit him even once.

Fan Tang stopped when she saw Wu Xia scurrying off to another place.

She knew that if the other party didn't actively let her hit him, she wouldn't be able to touch him at all.

Unfortunately, she failed her gun license test again yesterday, otherwise she could have attacked him from a distance.

And so, Wu Xia and Fan Tang chatted while facing each other in the arena.

"You won't be able to win the championship like this," Wu Xia said, staring intently at Fan Tang's movements, afraid that she would suddenly launch a sneak attack.

Fan Tang sat down on the ground, nonchalantly saying:

"I know, I can't hit most of the people who enter the finals, and I guess they won't hit me either."

She had already known this outcome when she signed up for this competition.

In the arena competition, winning is impossible, but losing is also impossible.

"Seven matches, seven points, I still have a chance of not being the last place."

Wu Xia didn't dare to relax his vigilance when he saw her sitting on the ground, and said:

"Your ability is already invincible. The rankings in this kind of competition can't distinguish the strength of your power."

Fan Tang nodded, then pointed to her little head and asked, "Do you think I'm cute?"

Looking at her slightly chubby little face, Wu Xia admitted that she looked good. If it weren't for the competition, he wouldn't have had the heart to attack her.

"Cute."

"Since I'm so cute, can you hit me?"

What kind of causal relationship is there between these two things?

"Don't want to."

"Look, my face is so tender, so white, don't you want to dirty it? Don't you want to ruin it, defile it?"

Wu Xia was completely speechless. Was he some kind of pervert?

He didn't expect such a delicate little girl to be able to say such fierce words.

"Don't want to."

Fan Tang tilted her head: "Still don't want to? Don't you guys like to destroy this kind of beauty?"

Wu Xia rubbed his forehead: "Then your perception of boys is a bit limited."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Fan Tang changed her approach:

"Everyone has violent tendencies, it's just that some people can control themselves, and some people can't.

Whether you can control it or not, you should release it.

Now, there is a good opportunity in front of you, hit me!"

"Just won't!"

Wu Xia immediately denied it. If he hesitated, the audience would definitely think he was a violent maniac, and he would lose his right to choose a spouse for four years.

Fan Tang continued to change her thinking:

"Then, don't you want to verify which is stronger, your attack power or your defense power? Don't you want to try if your fist can break your Iron Shirt?"

It must be said that Wu Xia was indeed a little tempted.

Damn it, recite the Qingxin mantra!

I really want to close my eyes and ears to prevent her from continuing to bewitch me.

But I can't close my eyes, I have to be vigilant about her movements to prevent sneak attacks.

"Are you really not going to try?"

"Don't want to!"

"Really don't want to?"

"Just don't want to!"

"Hit me and I'll give you something good ~"

"Still don't want to!"

Fan Tang couldn't think of any better reasons, so she could only constantly harass him.

In the next ten minutes, the two of them bickered like children.

Qi Jing and Tan Zuoyin, who were watching the match from above, sent messages.

Qi Jing: [Enchantress, I want you to help me cultivate!]

Tan Zuoyin: [Come on ~]

Qi Jing: [Damn it, my willpower is so fragile, I want to subdue you!]

Tan Zuoyin: [Watch me give you a backhand hammer!]

This match was indeed good to watch, one couldn't hit, and the other couldn't be hit.

In the end, it unsurprisingly ended in a draw.