As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 197 The Difference Is Immediate
The old-fashioned camera in Xu Yan's hand was equipped with a very large flash.

It emits a blinding light every time it's filmed.

However, the flash wasn't strong enough to interfere with the game.

In previous battles involving spirit summoning, technicians have also used similar equipment.

Chu Zhifeng has been "attacked" by flashing lights on many occasions in the past. Although he was slightly uncomfortable, he has never felt as bad as he did today.

He glanced at his opponents and the referee.

Hou Zhijian, who also experienced a flash, and the referee did not show any unusual reaction.

Damn it, is he the only one who thinks there's something wrong with the flash?

Chu Zhifeng saw Xu Yan's mysterious smile appear on his face below the stage.

My heart was sinking, and I felt like I had stepped into a trap.

Judging from his expression, Xu Yan knew that his plan had worked.

Realizing that Chu Zhifeng had been abusing performance-enhancing drugs, he began to think about how to use high-frequency flashes to interfere with the game.

The initial idea was to equip Hou Zhijian with a flash card similar to "Firefly".

However, adding cards that one is not familiar with would increase Hou Zhijian's mental burden, and he might not be able to find the right time to make a move.

The moment when Chu Zhifeng was overly excited in front of reporters' cameras the day before yesterday inspired Xu Yan.

Instead of telling Hou Zhijian about the possibility of his opponent abusing performance-enhancing drugs, he let Hou do as he pleased, but instead inserted the flash card into an old-fashioned camera and operated it himself.

In this way, the high-frequency flash cannot be too intense.

At the very least, it shouldn't be so intense as to interfere with the game.

Xu Yan had to make new modifications to "Firefly," reducing the output of visible light and weakening the impact on Chu Zhifeng's retina and brain nerves. It could no longer directly induce his epilepsy; at most, it could only make him feel restless, neurasthenic, and paranoid.

The advantage is that Hou Zhijian doesn't have to care about this at all; he can just do whatever he wants and do his best.

After discussing it with Xiong Tieshan, Xu Yan felt that this was the best approach.

Even so, Hou Zhijian still lost in the end.

At least he won't lose his confidence as a cardless cultivator, and can walk off the stage with his head held high.

"Crack"!
Xu Yan pressed the shutter again.

The flash card embedded in the old camera was quietly activated.

Last night, he caught seven mutated rats from the depths of the sewers beneath the Shattered Star Club.

After seven rounds of experiments, he finally found the frequency with the least noise and the deepest interference.

A slightly blinding flash illuminated the blood-stained arena.

The blood vessels crisscrossing in Chu Zhifeng's eyes snapped one by one.

Hou Zhijian, however, launched another fierce offensive.

He seemed to have regained his confidence through the "rotating elbow" he had just used.

The powerful classic moves of the Wukaliu style poured out like a flood from between his tightly packed fists and feet, once again engulfing Chu Zhifeng.

Chu Zhifeng was still reeling from the blinding flashes.

He was punched hard in the face twice.

The two punches did not cause him any real harm.

But it blasted an immense humiliation directly into his soul.

It should be noted that in the past few years, since Hou Zhijian became his sparring partner, no matter how many cards were used to assist him, not a single one of them had ever hit his face!
Today, the sparring partner was unarmed, and he, the former absolute main force of the Kuangtie team, was firmly protected by a high-end bronze battle card that was close to silver level, but he was severely humiliated by his opponent.

why?
Is a no-card build really stronger than a multi-card build?

This is impossible! Chu Zhifeng's mind was buzzing.

The overhead lights emitted a soft, milky-white light, which seemed as dazzling as the flashlight in Xu Yan's hand.

His ears were throbbing with blood, his eardrums vibrated along with his rapid heartbeat, and he heard every jeer and curse from the audience.

He thought he heard someone call him a "coward".

He seemed to hear sharp hisses, which gathered into a raging torrent, trying to wash him off the ring, like trash.

He also heard countless people shouting the names of the Kuangtie Team and Hou Zhijian in unison, their rhythmic tones like a passionate battle song.

Meanwhile, his opponent, amidst the battle songs that should have been his, grew stronger with each setback, his eyes gleaming with a light that made him afraid to look directly at him.

"boom!"

Hou Zhijian's flying knee strike slammed into his chest and abdomen like a burning cannonball, sending him staggering backward until he collapsed at the edge of the ring, barely held back by the outstretched tentacles of "Spiky Jellyfish".

"Silver Moon Meteor" also cut a deep wound on Hou Zhijian's shoulder, exposing the white fascia.

Theoretically, the opponent should be more seriously injured.

For some reason, the thousands of spectators seemed to be hypnotized by the increasingly bright and violent flames surrounding Hou Zhijian, and continued to shout his name as if possessed.

Amidst deafening shouts, Hou Zhijian charged forward once again, facing the incredibly sharp silver streak.

Chu Zhifeng noticed something inexplicable in his opponent's eyes.

That's trust.

Trust-based cardless data transfer.

Trust your own will.

Trust in your own fists and flesh and blood, and you will surely overcome all difficulties, defeat all enemies, and no matter how many times you fall, you will always win the final victory!

Chu Zhifeng had also experienced such trust.

But after moving from the slums and back alleys to the glamorous stage under the spotlight.

After receiving instruction from Xiong Tieshan, he saw a wider world.

He wavered.

Especially after losing to "Golden Boy" Carlos last year.

He no longer trusts the no-card flow, nor does he trust Xiong Tieshan and the Kuangtie Club.

Most importantly, he no longer trusted his own will, his own fists, or his own flesh and blood.

He no longer trusts himself.

However, having betrayed everything in the past, he still failed to establish new trust with "Silver Moon Meteor".

"Silver Moon Meteor" is not the most suitable sealing card for him.

It wasn't his favorite sealing card either.

It's just a new product card that "Aurora Life," the biggest sponsor of the Shattered Star Club, is heavily promoting this year.

Despite the fact that the Starshatter Club's senior card makers had made extensive modifications to all three "Silver Moon Meteor" cards to suit his physical characteristics and fighting style.

However, they still failed to perfectly integrate into his bloodline, into the fighting memories he honed through thousands of days and nights of sweating and toiling at the Crazy Iron Club.

"Squeak squeak!"

"Silver Moon Meteor" sensed his wavering.

This ancient artifact spirit from the era of super-martial arts also possesses its own pride.

The silver streak, moving as fast as lightning, emitted a strange noise like an electrical malfunction, becoming dim and disordered.

(End of this chapter)