"The match begins. Your battle sequence will be randomly arranged by the intelligent brain," Leikas announced.

Ding!

Ding!

At this moment, the notification sound of an email being received could be heard. Everyone had received an email sent by the intelligent brain.

The email contained information about who their opponent was and which ring they would be competing in. Steve opened his email and took a look. The email read: "Ring 58, opponent Arnold, examination ranking 95 ..."

Just as Steve was checking his opponent's details, a rave of loud laughter erupted.

"Ha ha ha! It's me! I am matched with Steve! Hahaha! One hundred points are mine!"

Not far away, Arnold let out a peal of crazy laughter. He looked more excited than someone that had just won the jackpot.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Arnold, their eyes full of envy. To be matched with Steve was actually even luckier than hitting the jackpot!

"Why is Arnold so lucky, to pick up 100 points so easily?"

"Arnold was ranked 95. With his current strength, he could fight Steve extremely easily."

"Dang! Why am I not so lucky?"

The commotion caught Sofia's and Stuart's attentions.

"It's just his bad luck to be matched with Arnold in the first round," sneered Sophia. "Still thinking of fighting me, when he is going to be eliminated in the first round, eh?"

"What a pity. I was still thinking of taking him on personally. It seems like there is no chance now," Stuart said reluctantly.

Because Steve was number one, his name appeared in the first matchup list. Soon, both of them were in Ring 58, all eyes focused on them.

Steve was lucky to take the first place, which had resulted in much unhappiness among the other recruits. Many people were waiting to see how he was going to make a fool of himself and how badly he would be defeated.

In Blue Star, the main focus was strength. A strong one would be able to occupy more resources and reach a higher placement, thus receiving countless privileges, not to mention the respect of all.

Steve's strength was clearly undeserving of the special privileges that he now enjoyed. In the eyes of many, he was not worthy to be Number 1 and receive all of the special privileges that comes along with such a ranking.

Therefore, everyone wished in their hearts that someone could defeat him to bring him back to his original position. To them, only the strong deserved to have the resources and special privileges of being Number 1.

The two men had just got into the ring, when the spectators started yelling.

"Arnold, trash this piece of garbage ruthlessly!"

"He does not deserve the honor of being Number 1, so defeat him! Drive him back to the bottom!"

"Steve is in a terrible situation now. He would not even survive a punch from Arnold with his current level of cell activation."

Everyone could see the disparity of strength between the two men in the ring. Steve's cell activation was only 10%, when he received the "Fundamental Practices of Energy Absorption." It had only been seven days, so there was only a limited increase in his strength.

During the time of Arnold's examination, his cell activation had already reached more than 35%. After seven days of training, it now exceeded 40%.

In everyone's mind, it was impossible for Steve to increase his cell activation by more than 30% in just seven days, even if he trained very hard. Therefore, in terms of cell activation, Arnold had a huge advantage over Steve and could easily defeat Steve.

Moreover, he practiced an F level iron fist, and his combat strength had increased by dozens of points. In fact, his iron fist had won him a prestigious name in the recruit camp.

"Ha ha ha, is it your bad luck or my good luck that we met today?" Arnold laughed. After all, how could he not be happy to earn 100 points so easily?

"I think that you are the unlucky one to have met me." Steve smirked.

"I am the unlucky one? Huh huh, are you scared stiff? Arnold said scornfully. "I can destroy you with just a punch."

"You're wrong! I am the one who can destroy you with a punch." Steve pointed to himself, then to Arnold, full of provocation. The crowd was stunned that Steve had the guts to challenge and provoke Arnold.

"Go! Arnold, destroy him!"

"Ha ha ha… Arnold, even garbage despises you. If you don't destroy him, how will you face everyone next time?"

"Ha ha ha. This young lad has guts! He dares to provoke Arnold! Arnold, destroy him quickly!"

The crowd was cheering around the ring, similar to the spectators that would come and watch Steve in his previous life at a boxing match. Arnold laughed. He had not expected to be despised by such garbage.

The scene was like a lit fuse that may explode at any time. Just then, the loudspeaker crackled and a voice announced, "The battle begins!"

Immediately, Arnold rushed towards Steve and shouted, "Roll over!"

His fists were like cannonb.a.l.l.s, sending severe blows through the air. Whistling sounds accompanied every single one of his punches.

The punches were thrown on Steve's face so hard, they gave him the delusion that a ferocious tiger was attacking him. The new recruits cheered and screamed, waiting for Steve to be defeated.

Bang!

There was a dull explosion, and Steve's hair was blown upwards by the wind, but he somehow managed to stay upright, unbending. Everyone looked over and their jaws dropped in amazement. They then became deathly quiet.

Steve had stretched out a hand and caught ahold of Arnold's iron fist with ease.

"Oh my G.o.d! This must be a dream."

Some of the people could not believe what they saw. Just then, the sound of bones being crushed were heard.

Steve's big hand was holding Arnold's bruised hand. The so-called iron fist was almost crushed by Steve single-handedly.

"Ah! Let go! Let go of me!" Arnold screamed painfully. He struggled to get his hand away, but Steve's hand gripped him tightly, his fingers like a pair of pincers.

Just then, Arnold suddenly swung his left fist at Steve's head.

"Your strength is too weak. Try mine."

Steve did not see Arnold's left punch as a threat, so he hit Arnold in the stomach with a seemingly ordinary punch.

"Wow..." Arnold frothed at the mouth and spat. He felt great pain, as if his abdomen had been hit by a hammer. The huge impact threw him five or six meters backwards.

Arnold wrapped his arms around his abdomen, grunted in pain, then slumped to the ground and curled up like a prawn. The pain had rendered him speechless.

At this moment, he understood profoundly what an iron fist meant. His so-called iron fist was a joke compared to this!