"But, I can get it faster by myself!"
His tone was calm, but it was like thunder on the ground.
In the huge square, all the hustle and bustle was instantly pressed on the pause button.
An old student who was about to submit his list had his wrist hanging in the air and forgot to press the confirmation button.
In the freshman team, Yin Kui slowly raised his head.
Lone Star, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Lin Feng.
That's First Squad!
The entire Meteorite Special Training Camp is recognized as the strongest fault.
The four fixed members are all from First Fleet, and the lowest one is from Sovereign Realm First Tier.
Captain Chu Tiange has experienced dozens of resource star battles.
They master the map, are familiar with Star Beast, and have a complete tactical system.
Other freshmen are still scrambling for a substitute spot, for fear of being rejected by the older students.
Lin Feng is good.
Faced with Chu Tiange's personal solicitation, he actually refused in public.
And the reasons for rejection were even more insane.
He felt that this strongest team was holding him back.
Mad Shark's mouth twitched fiercely.
These words are not very lethal, but extremely insulting.
Chu Tiange looked at Lin Feng steadily and did not have an attack immediately.
But the adjutant behind him couldn't hold his breath anymore. He took half a step forward and said in a cold voice:
"Do you know how many records First Squad holds?"
"Seventeen items."
"Starfire Inheritance War The highest score in the last competition was also won by us."
"The captain personally invites you to recognize your strength."
Lin Feng nodded slightly, convinced.
"So I gave it serious thought."
The adjutant frowned. "After careful consideration, the result is rejection?"
"Yes."
"What's the reason?"
"I just said it."
Lin Feng looked at the projection of Rift in mid-air.
"To form a team of five people, they need to work together, assign tasks, and take each other into consideration to decide the route."
He withdrew his gaze, looked at the people at First Squad, and said loudly:
"But, I can get it faster by myself."
After the words fell, the adjutant's face darkened.
First Squad Behind him, several old students also looked at him coldly.
They don't care whether Lin Feng grabs the spot or not.
But Chu Tiange invited him in person, and Lin Feng refused in public, which slapped First Squad in the face.
An old man carrying a spear said coldly, "Inheritance Battle is not Gravity Tower."
"There is no fixed number of layers in Rift, and there are no prepared opponents for you."
"Star Beast will hunt, the environment will change, and tasks will conflict with each other."
"Going in alone is not called confidence."
"Call for delivery."
Lin Feng turned to look at him.
"Are you qualified to say such things to me?"
There was a pause, and no one answered.
Yin Kui had a sullen face, but his shoulders shook twice.
Can't laugh.
If you laugh out loud at this time, it is easy to offend First Fleet and Second Fleet at the same time.
He now has trouble even standing still and cannot withstand a group fight.
On the high platform, Yan Zhan pinched his eyebrows helplessly.
These brats have turned the square into a powder keg before the countdown to team formation has even ended.
"Okay."
Chu Tiange suddenly raised his hand.
The adjutant and several senior students shut up at the same time.
"Since you have already decided, I won't force you."
Chu Tiange Turn your body sideways and get out of the way.
"Inheritance Battle Look at the final score."
"If you can really win first place by yourself, that's your skill."
His tone did not change, and there was no anger on his face.
There was only a moment of coldness in his eyes, and he quickly regained his composure.
Lin Feng nodded.
"Okay."
"See you next time."
Chu Tiange glanced at him.
"See you next time."
The two passed each other without any quarrel or unnecessary nonsense.
Chu Tiange walks towards the freshmen team on the other side.
Four regular members followed him, but their eyes still fell on Lin Feng.
One of them raised his hand and lightly wiped it on his neck.
Lin Feng saw it.
He stopped.
The old student also stopped and put his palm on the short knife at his waist.
The two looked at each other from a distance of more than ten meters.
Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed at Rift in mid-air.
"Once you get in, stay away from me."
The old student narrowed his eyes and said jokingly, "Are you scared?"
"No."
Lin Feng spoke calmly.
"I'm afraid I might as well kick you to death like a wild dog on the roadside."
The sneer on the old student's face froze instantly, and his face turned dark.
The freshmen around them couldn't bear it anymore, and there were several muffled laughs in the team.
Yan Zhan gritted his teeth secretly and suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth.
I'm afraid this kid's mouth is poisoned.
"That's enough."
Chu Tiange left without another glance.
"Re-pick someone."
First Squad continue to leave.
Lin Feng also walked towards the registration desk.
Beside the road, Mad Shark stood there holding Serrated War Blade.
Lin Feng passed by him and ignored him.
But when the distance between the two shortened to ten meters, the gill slits on both sides of Mad Shark's neck suddenly tightened.
Nine meters.
His heart shrank heavily.
seven meters.
There was a slight tremor in the sword in his hand.
Three meters.
Mad Shark The muscles in his shoulder and back tightened on their own, and he moved his right foot half a step back.
When Lin Feng walked away, he took another breath.
An old student next to him asked in a low voice, "Why are you withdrawing?"
Mad Shark immediately stared over.
"Who quit?"
The other person lowered his head and looked at the ground.
Mad Shark followed his line of sight.
There was a clear friction mark behind his right foot.
"The ground is slippery."
Mad Shark's face is not red and his heart is not beating.
The old student took one look at the newly renovated non-slip floor and decided to give him some dignity.
In front of the registration desk.
The instructor responsible for entering the list looked behind Lin Feng.
"Where are your teammates?"
"No."
"You haven't chosen yet?"
"No choice."
The instructor's finger stopped on the panel.
"The rules require teams of five."
"I want to apply for a solo team."
The instructor looked up and made sure he heard correctly.
"Solo team?"
"Yes."
"You alone occupy a team number?"
"Hmm."
"You complete all tasks independently, no one will scout for you, and no one will respond."
"Know."
"When encountering a Star Beast group that exceeds the endurance range, the consciousness projection may be continuously torn apart. Under 200% pain, neural memory will still be retained after forced withdrawal."
"Understood."
The instructor was silent for two seconds.
"This application requires the approval of the chief instructor."
Lin Feng turned to look at the high platform.
Yan Zhan had heard the entire conversation, and he stared at Lin Feng.
"Are you sure?"
"OK."
Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows and looked at the registered instructor.
"Give him an independent number."
"Chief instructor, the rules stipulate that mixed teams must be formed."
"The rules stipulate that the maximum number of participating teams is five, but there is no minimum number of people."
The registered instructor quickly flipped through the terms.
After a few seconds, his movements froze.
Not really.
No one has ever participated in Inheritance Battle alone before.
The people who made the rules probably never thought that this would happen.
"Number zero."
Yan Zhan raised his hand and signed the electronic authorization in the air.
"Team member, Lin Feng."
"Number of people, one."
"Grades are settled independently."
The registration desk lights up green.
[Number Zero Team registration completed.]
[Number of members: one.]
[Risk assessment: Very high.]
[System suggestion: Reconsider.]
Lin Feng reach out and press to confirm.
[Eligibility has been locked.]
The eyes in the square gathered again.
alone.
A team.
Chu Tiange stood in the distance, saw the mark of Number Zero Team, and said nothing.
Several of his team members remembered that number at the same time.
Yan Zhan glanced at the countdown.
"Team formation is over."
"All contestants enter the formation area."
The ground shook.
In the center of the square, more than a hundred space columns rise one after another.
Light blue light passes through the column and interweaves into a ring in mid-air.
Each team quickly entered the venue.
Lin Feng stood alone in area zero, with full squads on both sides.
The contrast is extremely obvious.
Yan Zhan Raise your hand and press the core of the formation.
"Starfire Inheritance War."
"Turn on!"
Boom!
All space pillars spurt out blue light streams at the same time.
Collapsed inward in mid-air.
A space passage leading to Miniature Star Abyss Rift quickly took shape.
At the edge of the formation, an instructor wearing the Second Fleet badge lowered his head and hid his right hand in his sleeve.
Click.
A microchip was quietly crushed.
Deep in the blue channel, suddenly there was a wisp of blood red.
A red light flashed and disappeared instantly.