In the office of Duan Hongyuan.
Lin Feng followed Shen Qing into the elevator. When the door opened, there was only one door at the end of the corridor.
The door is not closed.
Duan Hongyuan was sitting behind a wooden table with several documents spread out in front of him.
He moved the teacup aside and looked up.
"Sit."
Lin Feng Pull out the chair and sit down.
Duan Hongyuan was in no hurry to speak.
He flipped through the file Zhou Che gave him on the table and read it from beginning to end.
"Eighteen years old, Martial Ancestor fourth dan."
"Five paragraphs."
Lin Feng waved his hand and corrected it.
Duan Hongyuan stopped turning pages for half a beat and glanced up at him.
"Did you break through on the way here?"
"To be idle is to be idle."
Duan Hongyuan closed the file and placed it on the table with his fingers crossed.
"Your record in Northern Territory is very good. I have seen them all. You fought all the way from F-Class Rift to Scarlet Rift, and the two Martial Kings of Provincial Capital were also beheaded by you."
He paused for a beat.
"If this resume of yours had been left in peacetime, it would have been sentenced to death ten times."
Lin Feng didn't answer the call.
Duan Hongyuan leaned back in his chair and changed his posture.
"I didn't call you here to investigate your murder. Qian Peng and Huang Kun deserve to die. I know all of this."
"Then what do you want from me?"
Duan Hongyuan pulled out a document from the drawer and pushed it in front of Lin Feng.
There are six big characters on the cover.
Dragon Abyss Cup·Rising Star Tournament.
A line of small characters below: National Martial Arts Academy Rising Star Championship.
"Have you heard of it?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
"Every two years, all Martial Dao Universitys across the country participate. On a school basis, each school has five students, under the age of 23. Team battles and individual battles are fought, and the final ranking determines each school's military resource allocation and Kung Fu inheritance quota for the next year."
Duan Hongyuan Hold up a finger.
"The school ranked first will receive three times the national funding and an additional set of SS-Rank exercises. The second-ranked school will receive two times the S-Rank exercises. After the third place, there will only be a basic quota."
Lin Feng Open the file.
There are more than thirty participating schools on the list, and the previous results are marked next to the names at the top.
Modu Martial Arts University--Four consecutive champions.
Yunhai Martial Arts Academy--three times runner-up.
Tiannan Martial Arts University--two third place.
Turn to the last page.
Capital Martial Arts Academy--It has been established for two years and has no participation record.
Lin Feng Close the document.
"Capital Academy is a new one established by the military?"
"Yes, I approved it myself two years ago." Duan Hongyuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "The foundation is weak, and the teachers and students are not enough. The four you just approved are already the top ones in the college."
"You want me to compete for the college?"
"Hmm."
"I never went to college."
"Dragon Abyss Cup's rule is age limit, not academic qualification limit." Duan Hongyuan put down the tea cup, "I can give you a special enrollment status of the Capital Academy now, and the procedure can be completed today."
Lin Feng leaned back.
"Didn't I do it for nothing?"
Duan Hongyuan's eyebrows raised.
"Tell me the conditions."
"First, telekinesis Martial Technique." Lin Feng stretched out a finger, "I want two sets of combat-type telekinesis Martial Technique suitable for third-grade or above Psychic Master."
Duan Hongyuan tapped his fingers twice on the table.
Stared at Lin Feng for two seconds.
"No, two sets are too many. I'll give you one and a half sets."
"? A set is just a set, a half set is a half set, why is there still a set and a half?"
Lin Feng is a little confused.
"One complete set, and I'll give you the first three layers of the other set."
Duan Hongyuan Explain it.
"Don't underestimate that half set. Martial Technique was obtained from Ancient Armory, and its power is not bad at all."
"Second, Elixir." He raised a finger again, "Body Tempering Pill above S-Rank, ten."
Duan Hongyuan almost lost his hold on the teacup.
"Do you think this is a drug store? S-Rank Body Tempering Pill Capital City can't get a hundred pills together."
"You want ten for yourself?"
"Then how much can you give me?"
Duan Hongyuan pondered for a few seconds.
"S-Rank's five, A-Rank I'll give you ten more. This is the limit of what I can mobilize."
"Deal."
"Any more?"
Lin Feng took out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it.
There are more than ten lines of words written densely on it.
Duan Hongyuan took it and glanced at it, his temples jumped a few times.
"Are you robbing?"
"This is called reasonable compensation. Think about it, how much is the Dragon Abyss Cup championship reward worth? SS-Rank Kung Fu inheritance plus three times the allocation, that's tens of billions of resources. I'll help you win the championship. Isn't this a little too much?"
Duan Hongyuan put the paper on the table and read it again from top to bottom.
S-Rank two pieces of forging materials.
One high-end Storage Ring.
Military Martial Technique library has unlimited borrowing rights for three days.
Permanent free access rights to Rift around Capital City.
The last line reads: If the above conditions cannot be met, you will not participate.
Duan Hongyuan was silent for a full ten seconds.
He folded the paper and put it in his pocket.
"Are you sure you can win the championship?"
"Modu Martial Arts University has won four consecutive championships. What is the level of their strongest student?"
"There should be seven or eight sections of Martial King, something like this."
"That's enough."
Duan Hongyuan stood up, walked around the table and walked to the window.
"There will be a competition in three days. Your teammates are the four you just beat down."
Lin Feng's expression changed.
"I beat them all and they are willing to team up with me?"
"That's your business." Duan Hongyuan turned around and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Three days to adjust yourself."
He walked to the door, took out the piece of paper and took one last look at it.
"Everything you want will be in place after the game."
The door is closed.
Lin Feng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhang Qian.
"Help me check the strength data of Dragon Abyss Cup's previous participating schools. The more detailed the better."
Zhang Qian replied instantly, "Received! But what are Second Lieutenant Lin and Dragon Abyss Cup?"
"A fighting match. I want to participate."
Lin Feng put the phone back into his pocket.
Shen Qing was waiting in the corridor, leaning against the wall, arms folded on his chest.
"Are you done talking?"
"Hmm."
"Chief of Staff agreed to your conditions?"
"I basically agreed."
Shen Qing's expression did not change, but her mental power rippled slightly.
She has followed Duan Hongyuan for three years and has never seen Chief of Staff be so generous in allocating resources.
"Second Lieutenant Lin, are you sure about the competition?"
Lin Feng walked towards the elevator without looking back.
"I won't do anything I'm not sure about."
Early the next morning.
Lin Feng was arranged to live in the dormitory area of the Capital Martial Arts Academy.
The conditions of the single room are many times better than those of Northern Territory.
As soon as he put down his luggage, there was a knock on the door.
Open the door.
Four faces.
Qin Lie stood at the front, with the left side of his face still swollen and a plaster applied.
Behind him are Ye Zhiqiu, Mo Changfeng and Su Wan'er. The expressions of the three people are different.
Ye Zhiqiu's two arms were bandaged, and Mo Changfeng had three plasters on his back. Su Wan'er's face was not injured, but his complexion was obviously much worse.
Qin Lie opened his mouth several times, held it in for a long time, and then spit out a sentence.
"Director Fang said, let us listen to your command."