Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

The first round of the challenge ended quickly.

Wu Sheng and Suo Guli both advanced. Among Xu Fei's group, only Xu Fei herself advanced—Ning Yi lost to her opponent, who was also ruthless.

Immediately afterwards, the second round of matching began.

On the big screen, the names of the sixteen people started scrolling again.

A moment later, the results appeared:

Xu Fei's opponent—the former fifth place.

Soguli's opponent—formerly ranked twelfth.

Wu Sheng's opponent—the former sixteenth place.

The others also faced off.

Without a break, the battle resumed.

Xu Fei and his opponent were the first to take the stage.

This time, Xu Fei's luck wasn't so good. His opponent was an inner-city student, whose punching power was already higher than his, and whose fighting skills were also stronger. Xu Fei tried his best, but ultimately he was no match for him.

He lost the game and failed to make the top eight.

When Xu Fei stepped off the stage, his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He glanced at Wu Sheng and Suo Guli, preparing to strike first—if they dared to show even the slightest hint of mockery, he would immediately hurl insults back.

But he immediately started cursing: "Screw you! You can't win!"

As soon as he said this, the people around him looked at him with strange eyes.

"Who is this idiot cursing?"

"Like a dog, what's with all this irrationality after losing the game?"

"What cerebral palsy nonsense?"

Xu Fei then realized that Wu Sheng and Suo Guli hadn't even looked at him! The two of them were intently watching the matches on the other arenas!

His face turned ashen instantly.

"I...I wasn't insulting you..." he quickly explained to those around him, "You've got it wrong, you've got it wrong, I was insulting someone else!"

He was about to point at Wu Sheng and the others—

"No noise allowed in the training ground!" Tavan roared. "Shut your filthy mouth!"

Xu Fei awkwardly shut his mouth.

……

It was Suoguli and Wu Sheng's turn to take the stage.

The two stepped onto different arenas.

Soguli's opponent this time was a cut above him in punching power, and also came from the inner city, so his fighting skills were not bad either. The fact that his opponent was able to make it to the second round was due to his real strength, with little element of luck.

Soguli was under a lot of pressure in this battle.

Meanwhile, Wu Sheng's opponent was watching him closely, and he was under considerable pressure as well.

He had witnessed Wu Sheng's performance in the previous round—his fighting skills and punching power were not to be underestimated. He did not look down on Wu Sheng just because he was from out of town; in this battle, only by going all out could he have a chance of winning.

The battle begins.

The opponent charged towards Wu Sheng, his moves were very methodical, and he had clearly mastered the art of combat.

But compared to Wu Sheng, they were still no match.

After a dozen or so moves, the opponent was completely suppressed.

After a few more moves, Wu Sheng seized an opening and delivered a powerful elbow strike to his opponent's chest!

The man was sent flying backward, clutching his chest, unable to catch his breath, and it took him a long time to get up.

After getting up, he looked at Wu Sheng with fear in his eyes, and finally chose to admit defeat.

Dansin nodded slightly in the audience.

"This kid is quite strong. He comes from the outer city, and his punching power ranks among the top four, which shows he has good talent for body tempering. He has also mastered combat skills to this level in such a short time, and he has good comprehension—he might be a potential martial artist."

Tavin looked slightly surprised upon hearing this.

Danxin is a true martial artist, and such an evaluation carries significant weight.

But he himself wasn't so optimistic about Wu Sheng. His talent was good; reaching the seventh level of Body Tempering shouldn't be a problem, but to break through to become a martial artist—

too difficult.

Countless people at the seventh level of Body Tempering within the inner city are stuck at that hurdle, unable to cross it for their entire lives. The vast majority of these people entered from the outer city through the Hyena Gang. The damage from evolution potions and the depletion of potential-enhancing potions, accumulated over many years, cannot be fully compensated even by consuming the flesh of exotic beasts. This makes their hope of breaking through to the Martial Master level extremely slim.

On Xu Fei's side, seeing Wu Sheng enter the top eight, his face was even more unpleasant than if he had lost the game.

He stared intently at Wu Sheng, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

He couldn't understand how this country bumpkin from the outer city could progress so quickly.

Their family and Wu Sheng were now locked in a life-or-death struggle. If Wu Sheng were to gain power, he would be a major threat to their family.

I must tell his brother about this.

Xu Fei secretly made up his mind to tell Xu Wenbo about the situation in the next two days and ask his brother to find a solution.

……

Wu Sheng's match is over, but Suo Gu Li's match continues.

Wu Sheng stepped down from the arena and began to observe the battle in Suoguli.

On the field, Soguli's situation is very bad.

He was completely overwhelmed by his opponent. If this continued, he would undoubtedly lose.

But then, something unexpected happened—

Soguli suddenly roared, enduring the opponent's attack, and pounced on him to grab him!

Then, he smashed his head hard into the other person's head!

His opponent tried desperately to break free, but was held tightly and couldn't break free at all. The two then began to collide their heads together!

This is a completely self-destructive fighting style—no matter who attacks whom, both sides will get injured.

Of course, their hands weren't idle either, pounding each other's waists and ribs.

However, this attack was not fatal in the short term, so the instructor did not call a halt.

However, this attack was not fatal in the short term, so the instructor did not call a halt.

The two sides continued their back-and-forth exchanges.

Within moments, both of their foreheads were swollen and red, some even broken open, with blood streaming down their faces. Their ribs and waists were also severely swollen, and it was unclear whether their bones were broken.

Soguli's opponent originally thought that he had the advantage in punching power, and that if the fight continued, Soguli would definitely be the first to give out.

But he was wrong.

Soguli's will was much stronger than he had imagined. In this fierce battle, he was the first to give in!

Finally, Soguli used all his strength to deliver another heavy blow to the opponent's head!

His opponent suddenly went black and collapsed onto the ring.

Soguli won.

He stood on the ring, covered in blood, swaying precariously, yet stubbornly holding on to his last breath, refusing to fall.

The spectators below the stage were filled with shock.

They never expected that this outsider they looked down upon would win the game in such a ruthless way!

"That guy from the outer city is ruthless... his fighting skills aren't great, but he's ruthless!"

"Damn it! Even if we get a week's worth of beast meat, what good will it do? With such severe injuries and the delayed body tempering progress, that little bit of beast meat won't even be enough to make up for it!"

"That's not entirely true. Our training only lasts two months, and most people will only break through to the fifth level of Body Tempering at most; the sixth or seventh level is still a long way off. Whether the progress is a little faster or slower doesn't really matter."

"But for these outsiders, if they could get a week's supply of beast meat, that would be seven portions. Seven portions of beast meat could make up for a lot of the damage caused by the potential potion."

"So, for them, doing this might not necessarily be a loss."

That's exactly what Suoguli was thinking.

He never considered whether he would get any more share of the alien beast meat. All he wanted was this week's share. The training lasted two months; even if he only got one week's worth, it would still be a bonus.

He walked off the stage, trembling.

Zhao Dele, Zhang Lin, and Tu Nan rushed forward and helped him up.