Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

But it was unclear whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, Xu Xingguang ended up being the first pick.

And coincidentally, that young man was the second pick.

The staff member glanced at Xu Xingguang with some sympathy and gave a faint smile, saying, ”Good luck.” But the blessing lacked sincerity.

At ten o’clock sharp, the world’s top stripper began to perform on stage, with the host standing below, ready and waiting. Xu Xingguang was brought to the contestant waiting area by the staff.

Meanwhile, the global live network broadcast officially opened.

Xu Xingguang glanced around, and keenly noticed a pinhole-sized camera in the corner at the upper right. She slowly raised her right hand towards the camera, then extended her middle finger.

This scene was just transmitted to the live broadcast room.

Those watching the live broadcast via the internet were taken aback.

Huo Wen’an was forcing himself to stay awake; he must watch the live broadcast at his computer. Seeing Xu Xingguang give the finger to the screen, Huo Wen’an snapped awake.

That’s quite cheeky.

After the stripper’s performance ended, the host went on stage and said a few words to hype up the atmosphere, then he said: ”Tonight, our Beast Fighting Arena has welcomed a very petite and charming Lady S. Her challenge targets are our new friend Wang Qiubo whom we’ve just met, and our old friend Mr. Gelie!”

Upon hearing this, the scene immediately became chaotic.

”Gelie? A woman is actually going to fight Gelie, my god, I can’t wait to see Gelie pin that girl down and rip her apart!”

”Maybe Lady S won’t even beat Wang Qiubo.”

”Next, let’s welcome Lady S to the stage!”

The light shone on the contestant waiting area, and Xu Xingguang stepped up to the stage first, climbing the steps.

Once Xu Xingguang’s real person appeared, the audience area fell silent again.

Lady S is actually so delicate?

Looking at her, she seemed to be at most around 170 cm tall, with her slender arms, slim legs, and narrow waist. Can she withstand a punch from Wang Qiubo?

Yet the thought of seeing a young, beautiful girl being ruthlessly beaten to death by an emotionless boxer made the evil genes inside them start to stir again.

Wang Qiubo soon also stepped onto the stage.

Standing face to face with Xu Xingguang in the Beast Fighting Arena, Wang Qiubo, only 174 cm tall, appeared similar in height. But Wang Qiubo’s muscles were robust; his physique was burly and powerful, he was more imposing than Xu Xingguang.

The Underground Beast Fighting Arena is for black boxing, where both sides can fight without wearing gloves, and they can even disregard boxing techniques. They just need to knock each other down without using any weapon assistance to claim victory.

”Little girl,” Wang Qiubo grinned cruelly at Xu Xingguang and said, ”I come from the Southern Country Foot Fist Sect, you’d better be careful.”

With that said, Wang Qiubo charged toward Xu Xingguang first.

The Southern Country Foot Fist Sect is known not for its dual fists, but its legs.

They stimulated the leg strength to its peak, capable of knocking down a sandbag weighing over three hundred pounds with a full-force leg sweep. As Wang Qiubo lifted his leg and ran toward Xu Xingguang, the audience could see the dust flying on the arena’s ground.

Xu Xingguang sensed the amplitude of the ground’s vibrations, her expression unchanged.

When her soul reincarnated to the interstellar world, she not only became a Mecha Designer but also a close-quarters combat Mecha War God. She connected and coordinated the mecha through the nervous system, having established countless battle achievements.

To Xu Xingguang, competitors of Wang Qiubo’s combat level were merely moderate-level close combat fighters.

When Wang Qiubo reached just two meters from Xu Xingguang, his body suddenly sprang into the air, legs splitting into a straight line in mid-air.

Then, his body rapidly flipped sideways, slightly crouched, with both arms hugging the bent left leg, while the right leg swung toward Xu Xingguang’s side waist like a powerful rod, carrying formidable wind force.

Previously, he could often surprise and knock down opponents with this move, then close in to pound them dead on the battle stage.

Quick and decisive, that’s Wang Qiubo’s fighting style.

Yet, just as Wang Qiubo’s right leg was about to approach Xu Xingguang’s side waist, she suddenly, like a boneless rabbit, lightly touched her toes on the ground, floating up and flipping in the air to skillfully evade Wang Qiubo’s leg gust.

Xu Xingguang’s delicate body was still in mid-air, but her hands seemed to enshroud Wang Qiubo’s right leg like a ghost.

Her fingers appeared slender like green onions, but when her ten fingers grasped Wang Qiubo’s calf muscle, he felt as though iron nails had pierced through his muscle.

Xu Xingguang bent her knees and landed steadily, her hands yanking Wang Qiubo’s right calf, like a farmer wielding a hoe to dig the ground, she mercilessly smashed Wang Qiubo’s body forward.

Bang!