Qin Lie The first opening.
He pulled out the two swords from his waist and walked ten meters in front of Lin Feng in two steps.
"Northern Territory is here?"
Qin Lie scanned Lin Feng up and down.
"I heard you killed a lot of people over there Exotic Beast, you were pretty fierce."
He pointed the knife in his right hand forward.
"But this is Capital City, not your place where birds don't poop. It's useless to hit Exotic Beast with light here."
There were several laughs from the stands.
"Qin Lie is right, Northern Territory and those people know how to kill animals."
"So much nonsense for four against one? Just go up and hammer it and it's over."
"I bet Lin Feng can't last three minutes, who will follow?"
"Three minutes is too long, one and a half minutes."
"Deal!"
A group of spectators laughed and took out their mobile phones to transfer money, as if they were watching a monkey show.
Lin Feng stood in the center of the field, Fang of Calamity leaned on his feet, not moving at all.
He glanced at Qin Lie, then looked at the three behind him.
Then he did something that no one expected.
He threw Fang of Calamity aside.
The sword clanged on the ground, Dragon Scale Spirit Pattern dodged twice and was destroyed.
"What are you doing?" Qin Lie frowned.
Lin Feng took his hands out of his pockets and flexed his fingers.
"Using a knife is too much to bully you."
There was an uproar in the stands.
"Is there something wrong with this kid's mind?"
"Martial Ancestor, fight four with bare hands? One of them is Martial King?"
"Crazy, too crazy. Just don't call me mom when you get beaten and cry."
Qin Lie's face turned dark.
He entered school at the age of sixteen, Martial Ancestor at the age of nineteen, and Martial King at the age of twenty-one.
Capital Martial Arts Academy is a genius who has ranked among the top three in progress since the school was founded.
Growing up, I had very few experiences of being looked down upon by others.
Today he was humiliated in front of a bumpkin from Northern Territory. He really couldn't swallow it.
"You'll regret it."
Qin Lie didn't waste any more nonsense. He combined his two swords and exploded out.
His speed is extremely fast.
Martial King exploded with full force in two phases, and the afterimages pulled out a series of trajectories on the field, each afterimage carrying the light of a sword.
People in the stands could only see countless white lights crisscrossing the center of the field, and Qin Lie's figure was completely integrated into the sword.
Double knife combined wall, A-Rank Martial Technique Crescent Moon Eight Slashes.
Eight sword beams struck Lin Feng's throat, chest, waist and knees at the same time.
Every cut is a vital blow.
Lin Feng stood in place.
His Psychic Power filled the entire arena the moment it started.
Every step and every change of direction of Qin Lie was as slow as a teaching demonstration in his perception.
Eight rays of sword light cut in front of him.
Lin Feng took half a step to the side.
All eight swords were empty.
Qin Lie's blade grazed the corner of his clothes, taking away a few threads of fabric fibers.
Qin Lie was stunned for 0.3 seconds.
Enough.
Lin Feng raised his right hand.
Not a punch.
It's a slap.
With his open palm facing outward, from right to left, he slapped Qin Lie directly on the left side of his face.
Snap!
The sound of this slap echoed three times throughout Underground Arena.
Qin Lie's double swords flew out of his hands.
The whole person flew out sideways, spinning twice and a half in the air.
Boom!
He hit Protective Formation on the edge of Arena Stage.
The Spirit Pattern of the formation flashed and cracked.
Qin Lie's body penetrated Protective Formation, continued to fly backwards, and finally hit the wall below the stands, creating a human-shaped dent.
It's embedded.
The left side of his face was swollen into a bun, blood and froth came out of the corner of his mouth, and his two eyeballs were turned up, more white than black.
Fainted.
Martial King two sections.
Light of the Capital.
He was knocked unconscious by a slap.
The laughter in the stands suddenly stopped as if someone had strangled the throat.
The spectators who were placing bets just now had their mobile phones raised in the air.
The betting page is still open.
But no one clicked to confirm.
It's quiet.
The entire arena was silent for five seconds.
Five seconds later, Ye Zhiqiu moved.
Her reaction is faster than others.
Qin Lie drew her sword the moment she was instantly killed.
"Come together!"
Ye Zhiqiu shouted to Mo Changfeng.
Two people broke out at the same time.
Ye Zhiqiu's S-Rank family sword technique was activated instantly, and light blue sword energy appeared on the sword. When the sword was thrust out, the sword energy turned into a fan, covering a three-meter-wide area in front of Lin Feng.
Mo Changfeng cuts in from the left, with his upper body bare, the black hand-wrapped cloth on his fist glowing with dark red light, and punches Lin Feng in the waist and ribs.
The two Martial Ancestor teamed up at their peak, A-Rank combined to attack Martial Technique"Wind-Thunder Absolute Kill".
The sword energy and fist wind met in the air, forming an airtight attack network.
Up, down, left, right, front and back, everything is sealed.
Someone stood up in the stands.
"That's enough! Wind-Thunder Absolute Kill has to deal with even the middle section of Martial King seriously!"
"If he doesn't hold a weapon, how can he pick it up?"
Lin Feng didn't answer.
He took a step forward.
<Lost Trace Step>.
Perfect level.
Three afterimages are generated at the same time.
The first afterimage met Ye Zhiqiu's sword energy.
The moment the sword energy penetrated the afterimage, the afterimage exploded, creating a repulsive air wave.
Ye Zhiqiu's arm was shaken by the air wave, and the tip of the sword was deflected by two centimeters.
The second afterimage hit Mo Changfeng's fist.
Mo Changfeng punched the afterimage. It felt like hitting an iron wall, and the tiger's mouth was numb.
Where is the real body?
behind them.
Lin Feng has passed through the two people's attack and stood three steps behind them.
The entire crossing process takes less than half a second.
Ye Zhiqiu and Mo Changfeng turn back at the same time.
It's too late.
Lin Feng punched out both left and right fists at the same time.
<Heavenly Gale Body-Forging Art> Perfect physical strength, coupled with Martial Ancestor's fifth level of Qi and blood infusion.
Two punches.
His left fist hit Mo Changfeng's back. His proud iron body was as brittle as tissue paper in front of this punch.
Mo Changfeng spat out a large mouthful of blood mist from his mouth, flew off his feet from the ground, rolled four or five times before he stopped, and lay on the ground twitching.
The right fist struck Ye Zhiqiu's sword.
She subconsciously turned back her sword to block.
S-Rank's long sword lasted a tenth of a second in front of Lin Feng's fist.
Then it bent.
The power of the fist penetrated the sword body and poured into Ye Zhiqiu's arms.
There were a series of cracks in the bones of her hand, the sword fell out of her hand, and she flew backwards seven to eight meters, and finally embedded itself in a stone pillar before stopping.
Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out one after another.
The man was not unconscious, but his two arms were useless and drooped, unable to move.
Three against one, all were resolved in less than three seconds.
At the highest position, Duan Hongyuan was holding a teacup, with ripples on the tea surface not dispersing.
An adjutant sitting next to him came over and opened his mouth to say something.
Duan Hongyuan raised his hand.
The adjutant closed his mouth.
There was only one person left standing on the field.
Su Wan'er.
The smile of the woman in the purple skirt finally disappeared.
She took her hands out of her sleeves, spread her fingers, and released the second grade Psychic Power with all her strength.
Psychic Field spread out in all directions with her as the center.
Illusion.
Her best method.
Lin Feng feels it.
A ripple of mental power was trying to penetrate the edge of his consciousness, trying to implant false visual signals.
Second grade Psychic Master's illusion.
Put it on Capital City, this trick is really enough.
But, standing in front of her was Lin Feng, the eighteen-year-old third-grade Psychic Master!
The third grade Psychic Power was pushed back like a crushing force.
Su Wan'er and Psychic Field broke into pieces with a snap.
Her face turned pale at this moment.
Mental backlash.
A stream of blood poured out of her mouth, her legs became weak, and she knelt on the ground on one knee.
Lin Feng walked up to her and stopped.
"Admit defeat."
Su Wan'er raised his head, blood dripping from his nostrils.
"I surrender."
Lin Feng turned around, walked towards Fang of Calamity, bent down to pick it up, patted the dust off the knife, and put it back behind his back.
From beginning to end, he never used a knife.
Four Light of the Capital.
Three were beaten away, and one knelt down and admitted defeat.
The whole process takes no more than ten seconds.
There was silence in the stands.
Lin Feng stood in the center of the field and looked up at the top stand.
Duan Hongyuan put down the tea cup.
The two people's eyes collided.
Duan Hongyuan spoke.
"Come up here. Let's talk in my office."