The three people at the Beiling Martial Academy cooperate very closely.
It looks like he has been trained
The leader, Martial King, charged forward in three stages, while Mountain-Splitting Blade swung it into a windmill with a heavy and fierce force.
Two sections of Martial King on the left are holding double hammers to surround them, and one section of Martial King on the right are holding a long whip to contain them.
Typical Three-Sided Encirclement Killing Formation.
Their tactics were simple: not giving Lin Feng any chance to distance themselves, and getting close and hitting him in the face.
Since you yourself said you don't need Flying Daggers and don't need telekinesis, then don't blame us for being rude.
Martial King's three-stage Mountain-Splitting Blade arrived first.
From top to bottom, chop with all your strength.
Spirit Pattern flashed on the blade, and a blow powered by the B-Rank weapon was enough to split open an alloy protective wall several meters thick.
Lin Feng stood in place.
Didn't move.
Didn't flash.
He didn't raise his hand to block it.
Just stood upright.
Mountain-Splitting Blade slashed him on his right shoulder.
Bang!
There was a harsh metal collision, and the sound was transmitted back along the blade. The three-section tiger mouth of Martial King exploded on the spot, and blood poured out from the fingers.
His knife bounced on Lin Feng's shoulder.
The Combat Suit on the shoulder is intact.
Not even a single wrinkle appeared.
Martial King Sandan's face was filled with disbelief.
Then came the second cut.
The two hammers of Martial King on the left were smashed down at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, hitting Lin Feng's waist and ribs and back of the head respectively.
Clang! Clang!
There were two more loud noises.
Martial King's two arms were numb, and there were two shallow depressions on the hammer surface.
It's the hammer that's dented, not the person.
Lin Feng didn't even change his standing posture.
Someone in the stands started rubbing their eyes.
"Did you see that?"
"Three slashes?"
"Chop it up."
"Is anyone okay?"
"Not only are the people fine, but the clothes are not torn."
It was quiet for two seconds, and then the stands completely exploded.
"What kind of body?! The full-force attack of three Martial King-levels is like scratching it?"
"Isn't this a human being?"
"What kind of skills has he practiced?"
"Are you asking your mother? How do I know?"
Arena Stage on.
Before Beiling Martial Academy's three people could recover from the shock, the third person's long whip wrapped around Lin Feng's left arm.
The whip's body is covered in blood and energy, trying to wring out the muscles.
Lin Feng looked down at the whip wrapped around his arm.
His left hand gently held the whip body.
Then tug.
Martial King The whip holder's feet slipped and he was dragged over.
Lin Feng flipped his right hand and slapped him on the chest.
It's not touching, it's patting.
Bang!
The man's armor exploded from his chest, and fragments flew in all directions.
His body arched into the shape of a shrimp, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth. He flew backwards for more than twenty meters, hit Protective Formation, bounced, and collapsed on the ground.
The sound of cracking ribs spread throughout the audience.
Martial King three steps and Martial King two steps took three steps back at the same time.
It's not a tactical retreat.
It was the legs that moved back automatically without even realizing it.
Before their brains had time to process the information in front of them, their bodies had instinctively chosen to escape.
Lin Feng turned around.
"Who said just now that if you face me head-on, I'm useless?"
Martial King's hand holding Mountain-Splitting Blade was shaking.
The blade was still buzzing and vibrating, and the blood from the tiger's mouth could not be stopped.
He has been wielding a sword for more than thirty years, and he has never encountered a situation where the blow on a person was harder than the blow on the city wall.
"What the hell are you at?"
"I don't need to talk nonsense to a dying person!" Lin Feng took a step forward.
Martial King Section 3 instinctively took another step back.
"You..."
Lin Feng didn't give him a chance to finish.
He reached out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed directly on Martial King's face.
His fingers suddenly tightened.
Martial King's three-stage head made a creaking sound in Lin Feng's palm.
He grabbed Lin Feng's wrist with both hands wildly, his energy and blood were pumped to the limit, and his face turned red.
It's useless, it can be said that it has no effect at all.
Lin Feng's hands didn't move at all.
He lifted all three sections of Martial King up, like a chicken.
Then threw it out.
The three-section body of Martial King rolled four or five times in mid-air and hit the other end of Arena Stage, causing a spider web pattern to crack on the ground.
It's embedded.
The third Martial King looked at the fate of his two teammates and the hammers in his hands fell to the ground with a clatter.
"I... I give up."
Lin Feng took back his hand and clapped his palms.
"It would have been over if I had said no."
When the referee raised his hand, his lips trembled several times before he could form a complete sentence.
"The country...Capital Martial Arts Academy wins!"
There was dead silence in the stands at first.
Five full seconds.
Then a roaring sound like a tsunami erupted.
"Holy shit!"
"Three Martial King slashed him like nothing happened!"
"What kind of monster is this?!"
"Is he Martial Ancestor or Martial King?!"
The voice of the host on the commentary desk was split. "Unbelievable! The Lin Feng player did not draw any weapons or use any Martial Technique throughout the whole process. He resisted the combined attacks of three Martial King purely with his physical body and was unscathed! Then he crushed the three of them with pure strength! What kind of physical strength is this?"
On the highest stand.
Duan Hongyuan held the tea cup and raised the corners of his mouth.
The adjutant next to him came over to report something, but he waved his hand and interrupted.
"Just watch, don't talk."
The adjutant swallowed his words.
Duan Hongyuan lowered his head and took a sip of tea and snorted.
"This kid has hidden his secrets quite well."
In the rest area of Modu Martial University.
Gu Qingfeng clutched Silver Spear's hand, veins bulging out.
The teammate beside him whispered something, but he didn't hear it.
All he could think about was the image of Lin Feng holding down three swords without changing his expression.
And that Psychic Power that almost made him kneel down in the passage before.
Two completely different abilities are concentrated in an eighteen-year-old person.
"What are you afraid of?" came an old voice from behind.
The dean of Modu Martial University stood behind him, his gray hair combed meticulously.
Martial Venerable three sections.
"Gu Qingfeng, you are the student I personally selected. Are you afraid of a wild boy from Northern Territory?"
Gu Qingfeng loosened his clenched hands.
"Not afraid."
"That's good."
Old Dean's hand took out something from his sleeve and stuffed it into Gu Qingfeng's hand.
Gu Qingfeng looked down at the palm of his hand.
The pupils shrank.
"For use in the finals."
Old Dean turned around and left.