Chapter 3100: Not a Big Problem Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Everyone understood what Henia meant. She could indeed enter the arena. But winning this round would consume a lot of energy. The opponents still had three fighters left, including one high-tier martial artist of the same level. If they sent out another opponent of the same level after this, she would have almost no chance of winning. It would likely be very difficult to secure victory for the entire match. "Fang Heng." Elder Liandel’s gaze swept over the two substitutes before settling on Fang Heng. He asked, "How about you go in?" "I’m good. I’ve studied some psychic skills and have resistance to mental shock. It shouldn’t be a problem." Fang Heng said this as he stood up, eager to go into battle. "Good, you go." Elder Liandel nodded gently. If Fang Heng could win this round, it would be a big gain. Even if he lost, he could at least drain some of the opponent’s strength. "Yes." Fang Heng replied calmly, lightly leaping onto the arena and looking up at his opponent. A Wind Spirit—demon race. The referee glanced at both fighters to confirm they were ready. "Begin!" "Whoosh!!!" Fang Heng’s figure turned into a dark streak as he rushed rapidly toward the demon race opponent. In Xili’s eyes, a cold light flashed. Her spear formed a wind blade that howled directly toward Fang Heng. "Bang!!" The wind blade collided with Fang Heng’s high-speed phantom, exploding instantly. The defense was incredibly strong! Xili quickly retreated, staring at Fang Heng with a penetrating dark glow in her demon eyes. A psychic illusion! Fang Heng suddenly noticed ripples appearing in the air before him. Mental shock! Bang!!! As Fang Heng’s omniscient eyes spun wildly, the spatial ripples shattered like glass before him. Ineffective? Xili noticed that her illusion and mental shock had no effect on Fang Heng. She frowned and swiftly retreated, her toes tracing several blue spirals. Under the wind affinity, Xili was extremely agile. In past fights, she could fully use her speed and wind-element attacks to suppress opponents. But Fang Heng was different. Xili watched as Fang Heng continued rushing toward her at incredible speed, panic flashing in her eyes. So fast! Fang Heng’s speed had already surpassed the limit added by wind affinity. No way to dodge! In desperation, Xili furrowed her brows and condensed dark blue arrows in front of her. Force him back! As the dark blue arrows shot out, Fang Heng had already closed the distance to Xili’s front. "Hu!!!" Fang Heng threw a punch again. "Bang!!!" The punch struck the arrows, shattering all of them with a loud boom, sending waves of blue spiritual energy outward. A high-tier spell was broken by a single punch! The burst spiritual energy knocked Xili off the arena, and she landed heavily on the ground. The sidelines fell silent, then erupted in loud applause and cheers. "Victory! I knew my brother was extraordinary!" Nasir excitedly slapped his thigh. Good! Fang Heng was so talented in alchemy—definitely no ordinary fighter. The spawns’ backup fighters looked at Fang Heng with unusual eyes. Breaking through by sheer strength meant Fang Heng’s strength in all attributes had reached overwhelming levels compared to Xili. Was it extreme physical enhancement? Demon race generally had very high dimensional levels, and Xili possessed pure demon bloodline, reaching dimensional level 30+. Her natural physical enhancements were formidable. Yet she was still blasted away by spiritual energy. He seemed tough to deal with. The spawns’ waiting area began to discuss the next player to send out. Three fighters remained who had not been eliminated. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 None of the three wanted to face Fang Heng. From their perspective, Fang Heng’s speed was too fast. And his spell resistance was terrifyingly high. Except for Grand, none could survive such explosive speed and power. Sending anyone else would be a death sentence. Also, they couldn’t wear Fang Heng down much. "I’ll go." The only high-tier fighter, Grand, saw the expressions of his two companions and knew it would be suicide for them to fight Fang Heng. So he volunteered and stepped onto the arena. The group of fighters in Nasir’s waiting zone tensed as Grand entered. "Not hard to predict," Elder Liandel explained calmly. "Xili was defeated too thoroughly. They must have realized that normal mid-tier fighters aren’t a match for Fang Heng and can’t wear him down either." "Before, those were just appetizers. To really measure Fang Heng’s level, we need to test him against high-tier fighters. From my judgment, Fang Heng has a better chance of winning." The warriors listened to the elder and showed surprise. Wow. Compared to Grand, who had long been famous in the arena, the elder actually favored Fang Heng more? "As a newcomer, you’re impressive, Fang Heng." Grand stood on the arena, looking at Fang Heng with approval. He said, "Among melee fighters, your strength has already reached the top. But do you know why there are so few melee fighters among the elite?" Fang Heng asked, "Why?" "The difficulty of cultivation is one reason. Another is that they aren’t strong enough. Compared to peak mental enhancement, physical enhancement is far weaker." Grand looked at Fang Heng and shook his head, "Sorry, you took the wrong path." "Tch." Fang Heng curled his lips, unwilling to continue the conversation. Seeing Fang Heng’s defiant expression, Grand shook his head. "I know it’s hard to accept, but I’ll prove it to you." "Enough talk," Fang Heng said calmly, staring across. "Let’s get on with it. I’m eager to see where your confidence comes from." The referee glanced at both and confirmed they were ready, then waved his hand. "Begin!" "Whoosh!!" As usual, Fang Heng immediately dashed toward Grand. This move was a probe. A plain straight punch. Under terrifying physical attribute bonuses, normal low-tier fighters often lost before they could react. Mid-tier fighters could launch some countermeasures, but the effect was usually average. Huh? Fang Heng stared at his opponent with some surprise. A natural science fighter? Quite rare. "Chi, chi chi!!" The ground beneath rapidly corrupted into a muddy swamp. Dense vines and branches sprouted from the swamp, crawling toward Fang Heng’s feet. Sharp spikes erupted crazily from the corrupted swamp, launching a frenzied spiked attack at Fang Heng. Meanwhile, Grand’s figure began to split in front of Fang Heng. Two identical Grand. And the illusion kept growing. Two became four! Four became eight! Eventually sixteen identical Grands surrounded the edge of the arena, each posing different imprints and casting natural science spells, trying to slow Fang Heng’s advance.