The rules of individual battles are different from those of team battles.
All contestants compete in a round-robin battle based on their points ranking. The winner will get three points, and each player will get one point for a tie. No points will be deducted for surrender but zero will be earned.
The school of the player with the highest final points will win the individual championship.
The total points of team battles and individual battles determine the final ranking of Dragon Abyss Cup.
Capital Academy has won the team battle and has reached the full points.
As long as we finish in the top three in the individual battle, the championship is basically locked.
Lin Feng took Fang of Calamity to the inspection office.
Just walked to the entrance of the passage.
A temporary announcement popped up on the big screen.
[Organizing Committee Urgent notice: In order to ensure the "martial arts fairness" of Dragon Abyss Cup's individual battles, after joint proposal from all participating schools and review and approval by Organizing Committee, the use of any remote spirit Psychic Weapon during the individual battles is prohibited. Violators will be punished.]
The passage was quiet for a moment.
Then it exploded with a buzzing sound.
"Change the rules? Change the rules during the game?"
"Isn't this obviously targeting that Psychic Master?"
"I heard that the dean of Modu Martial University made the proposal, and several other schools seconded the proposal."
Qin Lie jumped up from the rest area, his face turned red.
"Fuck! What is this? Temporarily changing the rules? Blatant suppression!"
Mo Changfeng also stood up, clenching his fists.
Although Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a bandage, he walked to the entrance of the passage and was ready to argue with Organizing Committee.
"No need."
Lin Feng's voice came from behind.
The three people turned back.
Lin Feng is taking off the scabbard of Starfall Nine-Tribulation Blade's sword from his waist.
Thirty-six Flying Daggers stayed quietly in the sheath, their luster shining in the light.
He took off the entire scabbard and threw it into Qin Lie's arms.
"Hold it for me."
Qin Lie caught the scabbard and opened his mouth for a long time.
"You just let it go?"
Lin Feng pulled out Fang of Calamity from behind, and Dragon Scale Spirit Pattern slowly lit up in his hand, emitting a creepy golden cold light.
S-Rank War Blade's coercion was released without any cover-up. The two contestants closest to him in the passage weakened their legs and held on to the wall.
"No need Flying Daggers?"
Lin Feng holds Fang of Calamity with the tip of the knife facing down, and walks towards Arena Stage step by step.
"Okay, let them bleed more."
VIP Stand on.
Modu Martial University's Old Dean leaned on the back of the chair, holding the tea cup, with a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.
He spent half a day lobbying for a joint proposal from seven colleges and universities, and also called on several key people at Organizing Committee before inserting this temporary rule.
Without energy Psychic Flying Dagger, Lin Feng half of the biggest trump card is useless.
In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, his student Gu Qingfeng Martial King Eighth Stage also has a trump card.
It's impossible to lose.
The first match of the individual battle popped up on the big screen.
[Lin Feng(Capital Martial Arts Academy)VS Zhao Mingxuan(Yunhai Martial Arts Academy)]
Zhao Mingxuan, Martial King five stages, Yunhai Martial Arts Academy is the first genius, holding S-Rank heavy hammer "Mountain Smasher".
The third place in the last Dragon Abyss Cup individual competition.
When he walked onto Arena Stage, he was full of confidence.
The rules have changed. The opponent cannot use Flying Daggers. If there is a head-on confrontation, who is he afraid of with Martial King?
What's more, he also has S-Rank heavy hammer.
"Lin Feng, right?" Zhao Mingxuan put the heavy hammer on his shoulder. "I heard that you are very good at fighting. But without Flying Daggers, I would like to see how much ability you have left."
He glanced at Fang of Calamity in Lin Feng's hand.
S-Rank War Blade.
The same level as his heavy hammer.
"Come on, I'll let you go out first..."
He didn't finish his words.
Lin Feng moved.
<Lost Trace Step>.
Push with all your strength.
The three afterimages dispersed at the same time, and the sound of the air being torn apart exploded on Arena Stage.
Zhao Mingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly.
Before he could see clearly where Lin Feng was, a dark golden sword light had already arrived in front of him.
<Mountain-Breaking Slash>.
Perfect Martial Technique.
Blade Critical Strike.
S-Rank War Blade bonus.
Martial King section is infused with all the energy and blood.
A three-meter-wide golden Gale Wind tore out from Fang of Calamity, with a penetrating effect and dark attribute erosion.
Zhao Mingxuan instinctively raised his hammer to block.
S-Rank's heavy hammer "Mountain Smasher" met Gale Wind head-on.
Click.
Mountain Smasher is broken.
S-Rank The heavy hammer cracked in half from the middle, and the fragments flew to both sides.
Gale Wind penetrated the fragment and cut into Zhao Mingxuan's right arm.
Poof!
The entire right arm was broken from the shoulder and flew out.
The stump of the limb spun twice in mid-air and fell to the edge of Arena Stage.
Zhao Mingxuan's body was pushed away by Gale Wind's remaining force, and hit Protective Formation heavily.
He lowered his head and glanced at his empty right shoulder, blood was spurting out.
"My arm..."
He didn't even bother to cry out in pain.
Because what was more terrifying than losing his right arm was that his S-Rank hammer was broken.
S-Rank weapon!
Was chopped into pieces with a knife!
The whole place was silent.
The host on the commentary desk forgot to speak. He held the microphone in his hand and his mouth was open and closed.
Organizing Committee VIP Stand On Organizing Committee, several people involved in changing the rules looked crestfallen.
Without Flying Daggers, he changed to a sword.
A scarier knife.
S-Rank The heavy hammer is like paper in front of this knife.
Modu Martial University Old Dean The hand holding the tea cup froze in mid-air, and the tea spilled on his clothes without even feeling it.
Lin Feng put the knife back into its sheath and stepped down Arena Stage.
When he passed Zhao Mingxuan, he didn't even turn his head.
"You said you want me to make the first move?"
"Thanks."
The second, third and fourth individual battles.
Lin Feng consecutive chops.
There is no second cut.
Every scene is a knife.
Fang of Calamity ends when it is unsheathed.
With the heaven-defying effect of Blade Critical Strike, the Qi and blood infusion of Martial King, and the material bonus of S-Rank War Blade, the actual output of each of his swords is close to the full power of Martial King's sixth stage.
Those Martial King third-level to fifth-level geniuses were no different from standing motionless wooden piles in front of him.
The points are soaring all the way.
When the personal battle comes to an end, Leaderboard's pattern has been decided.
First place: Lin Feng, 36 points (complete victory).
Second place: Gu Qingfeng, 33 points.
Third place: Guan Chunxi, 21 points (eliminated).
Fourth place: Xin Sheng, 17 points (eliminated).
The two met for the final.
The pairings for the final showdown flashed on the big screen.
[Individual battle final: Lin Feng VS Gu Qingfeng]
The sound of the 50,000 people in the audience reached the dome.
Modu Martial University In the rest area.
Gu Qingfeng was holding the red pill, and his palms were sweating.
This is the last resort!
He stood up and took Silver Spear off the shelf.
Take a step towards Arena Stage.
Old Dean's voice came from behind.
"Remember, he can't get out of Arena Stage alive."
Gu Qingfeng paused for a second.
Keep walking.