"That performance was amazing, Best Actor! At least let King Bro land a few hundred punches before going down."

"Haha, with King Bro's stamina, he'd be out before a hundred punches."

John Carter said nothing, exited the OP system, and just leaned quietly against the wall, looking at his own hands. Those once weak and powerless hands were now full of strength. With 50 Grasso of soul power, as long as he combined it with enough combat skills and targeted weak points, it was enough to break through defenses. This meant he could fight stronger opponents and let the Game of Fate roulette absorb high-quality energy!

In his soul sea, the clown Simba was still sleeping peacefully. Sensing John Carter's mood, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

John Carter smiled knowingly. Simba, thank you for your birthday present!

At this moment, exaggerated laughter echoed from the OP training ground of the club at the Heroic Soul Academy in "Capofir City," one of the top hundred cities in the Free Federation.

A curly-haired young man was lying on the ground, pounding the floor desperately, tears streaming down his face. "I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying, ahahaha, the best fight of the year! The great berserker, Capofir's super genius Arnold got one-shotted, mehaha, my titanium alloy dog eyes are blinded!"

Next to him, a girl in a tight outfit with an explosive figure was also smiling. This fight was just for laughs...

A shirtless young man walked out of the OP room. He wasn't tall, but his whole body radiated explosive power. This was the star of Capofir Academy's Warrior Division, the vanguard of the Wild Beast team.

When Arnold came out, the guy on the ground was rolling with laughter, clutching his stomach and pointing at Arnold. "You, of all things you could do, you have a one-in-ten-thousand berserker soul, but you just had to learn marksmanship! Hahaha, do you even know who your opponent was? The so-called King of Noobs, the guy with ninety-nine straight losses, and the only win he ever got was against the mighty Wild Beast vanguard. I can't take it, I'm going to die laughing, hahahaha!"

Faced with his teammates' mockery, the usually hot-tempered Arnold didn't say a word, his face strange, as if still pondering something. The sexy Laura beside him gradually put away her smile. "Arnold, don't take it too hard. It's good that you want to broaden your skills, but everyone has their own strengths."

Arnold Thornton on the ground also sat up. "Bro, if you get good at ranged combat too, how am I supposed to make a living? Come on, don't do this."

Arnold still said nothing. He opened his SkyComm; the recording of the recent fight had already been sent to him, and the video popped up.

A minute later, both Laura and Arnold Thornton stopped laughing. "Hey, your triple-shot was pretty good. The frequency and formation were precise. At this distance, that guy's evasion skills are pretty amazing." As a top-tier ranged fighter, if Arnold Thornton couldn't see the problem, he'd be a pig. Someone with that kind of skill definitely wasn't a rookie.

The problem was the final blow. Once he gave up using firearms, Arnold was a powerful berserker. Who could take him out in one hit? That was basically impossible!

Laura and Arnold Thornton had been laughing so hard, they thought Arnold had rage-quit out of embarrassment.

At five times slow motion, Arnold's rapid charge completely blocked all escape routes for his opponent. His fierce punch was fully unleashed—if it landed, there were only a few people in the whole academy who could take it. But at that moment, the so-called King of Noobs didn't retreat but instead stepped in, twisted at a thirty-degree angle, and landed a horizontal elbow right on Arnold's jaw. That meant the force of Arnold's own attack and the elbow strike combined. Even with Arnold's tough body, he was instantly knocked out, with no chance to fight back.

"He only used about fifty soul power," Annelle said slowly, enunciating each word.

That was blatant contempt. In a duel, using such low soul power only meant one thing: I can beat you easily!

The room fell silent...

"Damn, this guy's a fake, right? Did they swap players?" Arnold Thornton shouted. He'd never fought the King of Noobs, but last month he accidentally saw one of his videos—he was hilariously bad. Because of his antics, he often made the monthly OP blooper reel, also known as the comedy list.

Laura shot Arnold Thornton a glare. Obviously, that was a dumb question. You could register multiple accounts, but you couldn't let someone else use them.

"I have to fight him again!" Arnold said with utmost seriousness. He didn't care who the opponent was, but as the vanguard of the Wild Beasts, he couldn't lose so inexplicably!

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Laurel's mouth. "Not bad, that's more like a man. If you beat him, I'll agree to go on a date with you."

Arnold was slightly stunned, his eyes lighting up. "Captain, you mean it?"

"When have I, Laura, ever gone back on my word?"

Arnold Thornton immediately jumped up and shouted, "Captain, that's not fair! Why does he get this chance? I want in too!" The two of them had been chasing Laura since they enrolled, but neither had succeeded.

Laurel smiled slightly. "Whoever wins, I'll go on a date with. But if you both lose, I've just learned a new move—one month as my sparring partners!"