Qin Lie stood behind him, Mo Changfeng also came up, clutching his shoulder injury.
Su Wan'er stands at the back.
"Three against three? No, how many are he sitting there?"
Everyone on the commentary desk was stunned.
The rest area at Tiannan Martial University opposite was blown up.
"What is he doing?"
"Look down on people?"
The leaders of the two sections Martial King stared at Lin Feng sitting on the edge of Arena Stage, and the expressions on their faces changed from shock to anger.
"Okay, since you look down on us, don't blame me for being rude."
He walked up to Arena Stage with two Martial Kings.
The referee looked at the position of Lin Feng, then looked at the rule book, and hesitated for three seconds.
"... Team battle rules, players must be within the range of Arena Stage, there is no rule that they must stand. The game begins!"
Tiannan Martial University three people broke out directly.
The leader, Martial King, rushed to the front with two sections, their swords intertwined, and went straight to the position of Lin Feng.
He wanted to kill this guy who was arrogant to the core as soon as possible.
The sword edge was still two meters away from Lin Feng's neck.
Lin Feng didn't raise his eyes, but slightly hooked his right index finger.
Snap.
Five training Flying Daggerss randomly placed on the Arena Stage were played at the same time.
Psychic Power is injected.
Five blunt blades Flying Daggers were suspended in mid-air and rotated half a circle.
Tiannan Martial University The three people all stopped.
"Psychic Master?"
Martial King's pupils contracted violently.
It's too late.
Five Flying Daggers turned into five streams of light!
Although it is an ordinary knife, the telepathy power poured into it by the third-grade Psychic Master has caused the surface of the blade to be covered with a translucent air blade.
The speed is so fast that only the afterimage remains.
Puff puff puff.
Three muffled sounds.
Two sections of Martial King's thighs were pinned simultaneously by two Flying Daggerss. His knees bent and he knelt down.
Two Martial King were stabbed once each and fell to their knees.
From the moment Flying Daggers lifts off to the time when the three of them kneel down, it takes no more than one breath.
The entire arena felt like someone had pressed the pause button.
In the stands of 50,000 people, no one made a sound.
Qin Lie stood behind Lin Feng, with the two knives in his hands half drawn out, and then slowly pushed back.
From beginning to end, he didn't draw a single sword.
Mo Changfeng covered his shoulders, opened his mouth, and chewed the word "fuck" three times without spitting it out.
Su Wan'er stood at the back, his hands clenched in his sleeves, his fingertips trembling.
She is the second grade Psychic Master.
However, she cannot control five Flying Daggers at the same time.
It is even less possible to achieve a precise hit within one breath.
This kind of control accuracy is countless times better than hers.
Arena Stage on.
Three people from Tiannan Martial University knelt in front of Lin Feng, with Flying Daggers still nailed to their thighs.
He grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to move.
The mental power of the third grade Psychic Master was still wrapped around the blade. After a slight struggle, the mental power penetrated deep into the thigh.
The referee was stunned for three seconds before he remembered to raise his hand.
"In the third game, Capital Martial Arts Academy wins!"
"The total score of the team battle is 2 to 1, Capital Martial Arts Academy advances!"
The sound spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker.
It was quiet for another two seconds.
Then the stands seemed to be lit with firecrackers.
"Fuck!"
"He won by sitting down?"
"What is that? Telekinesis? Flying Daggers?"
"Psychic Master! He is Psychic Master!"
"Can it be used for training Flying Daggers? That thing doesn't even have a blade!"
"Who cares whether there is a blade or not! Didn't you see that all three of them were kneeling?"
The noise of fifty thousand people almost brought down the roof.
The host's voice on the commentary desk cracked:
"Unbelievable! The Lin Feng player of the Capital Academy sat on the edge of Arena Stage throughout the whole process without pulling out his weapon. He trained Flying Daggers with only five weapons and subdued all three Tiannan Martial University players in one breath! This is the power of Psychic Master!"
Lin Feng stood up from Arena Stage and patted his pants.
On the way back to the rest area, applause and exclamations came from all directions.
Qin Lie followed him, opening his mouth all the way, and only when he reached the rest area did he hold back a sentence.
"Fuck you, is this okay?"
"What's wrong?"
Lin Feng sat back on the hard bench and crossed his legs.
In my mind, Iron Rhinoceros is chasing a group of Rock-Shell Beetle on the third floor of D-Rank Rift.
[Control Exotic Beast to kill D-Rank Exotic Beast: Rock-Shell Beetle×8, get Martial Path Points×1600]
"When is the next show?"
Qin Lie looked at the schedule on the big screen. "We have to wait two hours."
"That's just right. I'll take a nap for a while."
Lin Feng closed half of his eyes.
Qin Lie:"..."
Is this person here to compete or on vacation?
During the two-hour gap, other games continued.
Modu Martial University crushed the opponent as expected, Gu Qingfeng didn't even play in person.
The passage in the rest area was full of contestants from various schools.
When passing by the Capital Academy rest area, everyone's eyes will be involuntarily glanced in.
That young man sitting on the hard bench taking a nap, is that Psychic Master who breathed three seconds a moment just now?
Lin Feng pretended not to feel it at all, and 80% of his mental power was still attached to Iron Rhinoceros.
Another two thousand points were added.
Su Wan'er walked to sit next to him and was silent for a long time.
"Second Lieutenant Lin."
"Hmm."
"Are you really a third-grade person?"
Lin Feng did not answer.
Su Wan'er didn't ask any further questions and looked down at his hands.
Ten minutes later.
From the other end of the competition tunnel, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps.
Lin Feng's Psychic Power captures a strong atmosphere.
Martial King Eighth Stage.
He opened half of his eyes.
A slender young man walked over, holding the iconic silver spear in his hand.
Gu Qingfeng.
He stood still in the middle of the passage, tilted his head slightly, and looked towards the rest area of the Capital Academy.
To be precise, it was looking at Lin Feng.
The two people were less than ten steps apart.
Gu Qingfeng took a step forward.
"Don't think you can walk sideways on Dragon Abyss Cup with some telekinesis."
Several participating teams passing by in the passage stopped.
Gu Qingfeng put the silver spear down from his shoulder, and the tip of the spear clicked on the ground, making a crisp sound.
"When you meet me in the finals, I will let you understand why I can win the championship again."
Just as Qin Lie was about to speak, Lin Feng moved.
It's not about standing up, it's not about drawing a sword.
He just raised his eyelids.
Psychic Power crushed it out silently.
The air in the passage suddenly sank.
Gu Qingfeng paused and his expression suddenly changed.
The silver spear buzzed and shook, and he almost let go.
He subconsciously took half a step back, and the clothes on his back were instantly soaked with sweat.
The legs of several passing players went weak and they directly held onto the wall.
Someone's lips trembled. "What is this?"
Gu Qingfeng gritted his back molars and managed not to kneel down.
The veins on his forehead jumped twice.
Stress disappears as quickly as it comes.
Lin Feng withdrew his telekinesis and leaned back in the chair.
"Repeat the championship?"
"That's because there was no me before."
The passage was so quiet that you could hear your heartbeat.
Gu Qingfeng's fingers pinched the barrel of the gun to hold up his body so as not to fall.
He wanted to say something, opened his mouth and closed it again.
At that moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: escape.
An instinctive reaction that even Martial King can't control.
He didn't speak again, turned around and left.
The pace is still very steady, but the speed is obviously much faster than when we came.
The people in the passage looked at each other in confusion, and the way they looked at Lin Feng changed completely.
Qin Lie was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses. "Damn it, you just used telekinesis? He almost stopped standing?"
"Hmm."
"Is it that simple?"
Lin Feng didn't answer, and tapped Fang of Calamity's knife handle twice with his fingers.
In my mind, Iron Rhinoceros had just crushed the head of a D-Rank Shadow Leopard King.
[Control Exotic Beast to kill D-Rank Exotic Beast: Shadow Leopard King×1, get Martial Path Points×200]
Martial Path Points is still rising.