Shen Qing pulled out a folder from the passenger glove box and handed it over.
"Here are your four opponents."
Lin Feng didn't open his eyes.
"Capital Martial Arts Academy, one of the four freshmen geniuses, nicknamed 'Light of the Capital'."
Shen Qing's speaking speed is not fast, and he skips every word.
"The first one, Qin Lie, Martial King, two levels, sword skills. Good at close range bursts, and the speed of the sword is extremely fast."
"The second one, Ye Zhiqiu, Martial King section, is a swordsman. The S-Rank swordsmanship is passed down from the family. It has a wide attack range and is extremely powerful at medium and long distances."
"The third one, Mo Changfeng, Martial King, is a boxing technique. The physical hardness is extremely high, and Martial King can be hit with all its strength without any damage."
"The fourth one, Su Wan'er, Martial Ancestor ninth level, Psychic Master, second level."
Speaking of the last one, Shen Qing stopped for two seconds.
"Second-grade Psychic Master is already considered rare compared to Capital City. Her Psychic Field has a radius of more than 100 meters and can implant temporary hallucinations without the opponent noticing."
"Last year Capital City annual martial arts competition, of the eight finalists, five fell into her hallucination."
Lin Feng leaned on the seat, put his hand on the handle of Fang of Calamity, and breathed steadily.
"Second Lieutenant Lin, don't be careless. These four people are not comparable to those young masters from Provincial Capital's aristocratic families."
Shen Qing glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
"They are seed players personally selected by Chief of Staff Duan from all over the country. They have received top-notch martial arts education and practical training since childhood, and each of them has fought on a real battlefield."
Lin Feng didn't reply.
The folder was placed beside it, never opened from beginning to end.
He closed his eyes and focused on System Panel.
[Current Martial Path Points:105400]
"<Indestructible Golden Body Art>, smash 40,000."
[Consumption Martial Path Points×40000]
[<Indestructible Golden Body Art>(10000/50000)→(50000/50000), promoted to perfection!]
[Effect: Completely immune to physical attacks of the same level, physical attack damage across one level is reduced by 60%, physical attack damage across two levels is reduced by 40%]
The heat flow gushed out from Dantian, but it was not violent, more like soaking in warm water.
Heavenly Gale Body-Forging Art and Indestructible Golden Body Art mesh perfectly with the fusion of Myriad Phenomena Unification Art without any rejection.
Lin Feng felt a layer of extremely fine golden lines appear on the surface of the skin, which disappeared again after a few seconds.
The density of his body could not change with the naked eye, but he knew it.
Even if a Martial King hits him with full force in the middle, it will at most make him take two steps back.
[Remaining Martial Path Points:65400]
Lin Feng thought for a moment and added the remaining points to the realm.
[Consumption Martial Path Points×40000]
[Realm improvement: Martial Ancestor fourth level→Martial Ancestor fifth level!]
With the help of strong physical strength, this breakthrough did not cause much discomfort.
"Arrived."
The voice of Shen Qing came from the front.
Lin Feng Open your eyes.
The scene outside the car window is completely different from Northern Territory.
A military base covering an area of dozens of square kilometers lies in the center of the field of vision.
Within the wall, the tallest tower reaches straight into the sky, and a huge Spirit Gathering Array core rotates on the top of the tower, gathering the aura of heaven and earth for miles around toward the center of the base.
The armored vehicle slowed down to pass the first level.
Verification, scanning, registration, a set of procedures, more than ten times stricter than Sixth Defense Line.
After passing the second checkpoint, the car entered the main road inside the base.
On both sides are the uniform Training Ground and Barracks. Occasionally, groups of soldiers run past. They are well-equipped and have a restrained atmosphere.
Any patrolman you meet on the road is at the lowest level of Martial Master.
"Capital Highest Military District..."
Lin Feng swept around, took Fang of Calamity off his back, and carried it in his hand.
The armored vehicle stopped in front of a separate building.
The building is not big, with three floors and no gorgeous decorations, but the two guards standing at the door have an unnaturally calm air.
Martial King.
Both are Martial King.
Just because the doormen are all Martial King, you know the specifications of this place.
Lin Feng opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Shen Qing.
On the steps at the door, a middle-aged man in a gray military uniform stood with his hands behind his back. He was in his early forties, with a square face, a short haircut, and a black mole on his chin.
Martial King The third stage of aura spreads out without any concealment.
He glanced at Lin Feng from head to toe.
"Are you Lin Feng?"
"Hmm."
"What year is it from?"
"I just turned eighteen this year."
The middle-aged man sneered and breathed out of his nose.
"My name is Fang Zhengguo, Capital Martial Arts Academy practical instructor, and I am responsible for the docking work of this test."
He circled half a circle around Lin Feng.
"Northern Territory is very popular over there, saying that you cleared B-Rank Rift by yourself, and you are still a third-grade Psychic Master."
Fang Zhengguo stopped and stood back in front of Lin Feng.
"I have been teaching at Capital City for twelve years. What kind of genius have I not seen? Rumor has it that it would be really good to have three out of ten sentences."
The corners of his mouth curled downward.
"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. I hope you are really that strong."
Lin Feng was carrying Fang of Calamity but did not answer the call.
Fang Zhengguo frowned.
This guy has a bad attitude.
The eighteen-year-old Martial Ancestor is indeed not bad at the fourth level, but in the Capital Academy, this level is still not good enough.
He has seen geniuses shit more times than Lin Feng.
"Now that you're here, let me set the tone for you first."
Fang Zhengguo took a step forward.
Martial King-level pressure was suddenly released.
This coercion was not released casually, but was pressed precisely against Lin Feng.
The air became heavy, and the gravel on the ground began to beat slightly.
This is Capital Academy's old rule.
Newcomers, no matter what their background, should be pressured first to see if they are good enough.
Eight out of ten young people in the Martial Ancestor class cannot stand firm in the face of Martial King pressure.
If you can stand firm, you are worthy.
There has never been anyone who can smile.
Shen Qing stood nearby without moving.
She has seen this scene too many times.
Fang Zhengguo This person has such a temper, everyone has to be restrained first.
Last time Provincial Capital had a seventh-level genius named Martial Ancestor, and he was so pressured that his knees bent three times before he could stand still.
Her eyes fell on Lin Feng.
The pressure has spread over a ten-meter radius.
Lin Feng stands in the center.
Didn't move.
Nothing moved.
It's not like I just carried it and didn't move.
There was really no response.
He even tilted his neck and made a clicking sound.
"That's it?"
Lin Feng looked down at his clothes and flicked the dust off his sleeves.
Fang Zhengguo's face stiffened.
This kid's performance completely exceeded his expectations.
Martial King-level pressure should be enough for Martial Ancestor level four. Even if it doesn't make you kneel down, you should at least frown, right?
He didn't wrinkle.
Even the standing posture has not changed.
Fang Zhengguo was not convinced, so he exerted a slight force on his hand and suddenly increased the pressure by 20%.
There are distorted lines visible to the naked eye in the air.
The two guards at the door moved half a step to the side.
Lin Feng took a step forward.
That's it.
Fang Zhengguo feels it.
A counter-shock force was transmitted from the soles of Lin Feng's feet and surged toward him along the ground.
Poof.
A streak of blood appeared from the corner of Fang Zhengguo's mouth.
Qi and blood surge.
My chest felt tight.
He quickly withdrew the pressure and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His movement was very subtle, but it did not escape Shen Qing's eyes.
Shen Qing's pupils shrank.
She practices Psychic Power, and her perception is much sharper than ordinary Martial Artist.
At that moment, she clearly felt that there was an extremely short-lived golden ripple on Lin Feng's body.
That's not Qi and blood body protection.
That is the rebound of the physical body itself.
His body is so hard that it can passively counteract Martial King's pressure.
What kind of exercises can create such a physical body?
Fang Zhengguo stood on the steps, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.
He looked down at his slightly numb right hand.
"Fuck."
He swallowed these two words.
I can't give in on the face of it, but my heart has turned over.
This guy's body hardness far exceeds the standard of Martial Ancestor level four.
No one in the entire Capital Academy can achieve that kind of passive counter-shock power.
Fang Zhengguo cleared up his expression and wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand behind his back.
"Okay, it's a good idea."
His tone changed, no longer condescending, but he wasn't completely convinced either.
"Let's go, Testing Arena is behind. Chief of Staff is watching over there, don't waste time."
Lin Feng followed him into the building.
At the end of the corridor is a military elevator that leads directly to the underground.
The elevator descended for about thirty seconds.
The door opened.
A huge Underground Arena appeared in front of us.
A circular space with a diameter of more than two hundred meters.
There were dozens of people sitting in the stands around them. The colors of the military uniforms were different shades, but there were more stars on the epaulettes.
Lin Feng glanced at the stands.
There are four people sitting in the top row.
Three men and one woman.
Among them, a man in his sixties sat in the center, wearing a dark gray military uniform with three general stars in a row on his shoulder straps.
He didn't have any expression, he held a cup of tea in his hand and took a sip slowly.
Chief of Staff Duan Hongyuan?
Lin Feng's Psychic Power subconsciously explored that direction.
It was less than two meters out.
A huge wave of Mental Barrier hit him head on.
Lin Feng's head buzzed, and Psychic Power was bounced back.
Martial Emperor.
He immediately took back Psychic Power and did not test it again.
At the other end of the arena, an iron gate slowly rose.
Four figures came out from behind the iron gate.
The leader was a short-haired young man with two knives on his waist and a steady pace.
Behind him followed a woman in white, holding a three-foot long sword in her hand, the sword tip swaying gently as she walked.
At the rear left is a burly man with a bare upper body, bulging muscles, and a black handkerchief wrapped around his fists.
At the end is a woman wearing a purple dress, without any weapons, with her hands in her sleeves and a faint smile on her lips.
The four people walked to the center of the field and stopped together.
Some people in the stands started talking.
"Coming, coming, Light of the Capital."
"Qin Lie, Ye Zhiqiu, Mo Changfeng, Su Wan'er, four people joining forces, is this too much of a test?"
"Chief of Staff What are you doing? Four against one? This is not a test, this is an execution."
"Haven't you heard? The man opposite is the lunatic from Northern Territory, the one who cleared B-Rank Rift all by himself."
"How crazy can a Martial Ancestor four sections be?"
Fang Zhengguo's voice came from the radio.
"Before the test begins, both parties must confirm their identities."
"Challenge: Northern Territory Sixth Defense Line, Provincial Capital Martial Arts Headquarters Directly under the jurisdiction of Special Operations Sequence Second Lieutenant, Lin Feng."
"The challenger: Capital Martial Arts Academy specially selected team. Qin Lie, Ye Zhiqiu, Mo Changfeng, Su Wan'er."
The broadcast stopped for a second.
"Rules: Unlimited actual combat. You will lose if you admit defeat or become unconscious."
"No limit to weapons, no limit to means."
Four people stood opposite each other with different expressions.
Qin Lie was looking at Fang of Calamity in Lin Feng's hand, and gently rubbed his fingers on the handle.
Ye Zhiqiu held the long sword across his chest, with the tip of the sword drooping slightly.
Mo Changfeng punched his fist twice, and the muscles on his shoulders bulged.
Su Wan'er's smile did not change, but Lin Feng and Psychic Power captured an extremely subtle ripple of mental power spreading outward from her body.
She is already making plans.
Lin Feng took Fang of Calamity off his shoulders and leaned on the ground.
Dragon Scale Spirit Pattern lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.
The last sound came from the radio.
"Start."