Duan Hongyuan took back his hand, turned around and walked back.
The aftermath of that slap is still hanging in the air, and the broken bricks on the outer wall are still falling down.
Modu Martial University's Old Dean was embedded in the ruins, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and blood from the corner of his mouth dripped down his chin and into his collar.
Martial Venerable's third-level physique withstood Martial Emperor's slap, and his life was saved, but his face was completely lost.
Duan Hongyuan took two steps and stopped.
"Life-Death Contract is written in black and white. If Modu Martial University is not convinced, go to Military Arbitration Tribunal to sue."
The sound was not loud, but it could be heard clearly from every corner of the arena.
Fifty thousand people were strangled by their necks, and they didn't even dare to cough.
Duan Hongyuan's footsteps echoed in the stands passage for more than ten seconds, and the figure disappeared at the entrance of VIP Stand.
Arena Stage on.
Gu Qingfeng's body was split in half, the silver spear fragments were scattered all over the ground, and the blood had begun to solidify.
Modu Martial University The remaining four contestants ran out of the rest area and knelt next to the body.
Someone cried.
Some people did not cry, but lowered their heads and stared in the direction of Lin Feng walking down Arena Stage.
That kind of hatred can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.
Lin Feng feels it.
But he shook off the remaining blood beads on Fang of Calamity, without looking back, and walked down the steps step by step.
Organizing Committee's staff ran tremblingly to the center of the venue, holding a microphone in their hands.
I cleared my throat three times before forcing the sound out of my throat.
"After final points calculation..."
"Team battle stage: Capital Martial Arts Academy, complete victory, first in total points."
"Individual battle stage: Lin Feng, complete victory, first in total personal points."
"Comprehensive ranking: Capital Martial Arts Academy, Dragon Abyss Cup 11th overall champion!"
There was applause.
At first they were sparse and uneven, then they became larger and denser.
By the end, the applause of 50,000 people merged into a roar.
It's not because I'm convinced.
It's because of fear.
An eighteen-year-old Martial King, no, judging from his performance just now, this person's strength slashed Half-Step Martial Venerable's Gu Qingfeng in one blow.
Who dares not to applaud?
The medal podium is erected in the center of the arena.
Lin Feng went up to claim the prize on behalf of the Capital Academy.
A white jade box was carefully lifted up by two staff members and handed to him.
The box isn't heavy, but the contents inside are heavy enough to kill someone.
S-Rank Kung Fu inheritance, Dragon Abyss Cup champion's ultimate reward.
Lin Feng opened the box in front of fifty thousand people in the audience.
Inside lies a bamboo slip glowing with silvery white light.
System Panel prompt pops up.
[S-Rank movement method Martial Technique detected: <Zero-Style Flash Step> (speed burst type Martial Technique, practiced to perfection, can achieve the space folding effect within five steps, and the moving distance is infinitely close to teleportation)]
Unlike <Lost Trace Step>, this movement technique does not rely on afterimages to confuse the opponent.
Instead, it relies on pure speed and extremely fast movements.
Lin Feng close the box and stuff Storage Ring.
The expression on his face is unpredictable.
Under the podium, four people Qin Lie stood in the first row.
Qin Lie clapped his hands so hard that his hands turned red.
He was holding back something to say, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.
Next to him, Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a bandage and patted his thigh a few times with his free hand, which was regarded as applause.
Mo Changfeng stood without clapping, with his two fists hanging by his sides. He was digesting everything he had just seen.
Su Wan'er stood at the back and patted his palms twice.
Her mental power sensed something. The energy and blood fluctuations in Lin Feng's body were at least 30% stronger than before playing.
Has he broken through again?
This thought was running around in her head, and she was too embarrassed to ask.
Lin Feng came down from the award podium and walked through the aisle.
The applause from the audience continued, but no one dared to come within three steps of him. Wherever he went, the crowd automatically separated to both sides.
I didn't even feel so conscious about making way for Martial Emperor.
When walking out of the arena gate.
Fang Zhengguo is blocked at the entrance of the passage.
Capital Academy practical instructor, Martial King third level, the one who used coercion to suppress Lin Feng on the first day.
His throat was a little dry, so he put his hand in his pocket and took it out again, rubbing it twice.
"Second Lieutenant Lin."
"Huh?"
Fang Zhengguo's throat rolled.
"Before, I was too blind to see Mount Tai."
Lin Feng stopped and turned to look at him.
Fang Zhengguo's waist bent fifteen degrees, and his attitude was sincere.
Lin Feng walked over, raised his hand and patted his shoulder.
Not heavy.
But Fang Zhengguo was half shorter, and his knees almost failed to hold him up.
This power is not at the same level as when we met on the first day.
"Director Fang, you are quite powerful."
Fang Zhengguo's face felt so hot that it felt tight.
"Don't do it to your own people next time."
Fang Zhengguo was stunned for two seconds.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't tell whether it was a forced smile or relief.
He cupped his hands and stepped aside to get out of the way.
Lin Feng Without looking back, he strode towards the dormitory area.
Behind him, Fang Zhengguo stood at the entrance of the passage. Watching the figure walk away, two words popped out for a long time.
"Monster."
Lin Feng just pushed open the dormitory door, but didn't have time to put down the sword.
Four people were blocked at the door.
Qin Lie is at the front, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.
Seriously good wine, dangled in front of Lin Feng.
"Celebrate?"
Lin Feng took it, raised his head and took a big sip.
It was so spicy that he hissed.
"What kind of wine is this?"
"Tiannan's Blazing Spring." Qin Lie squeezed in and sat on a chair, "It's much better than the Burning Knife that Northern Territory and his gang poured out."
Mo Changfeng followed in and squatted in the corner.
There is still a plaster on his back, but his mental state is much better than the previous two days.
After being bored for a long time, I suddenly came up with a sentence.
"Can you teach me the technique of your punch?"
Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes behind him.
I knew he was coming.
Lin Feng took another sip of wine and put the bottle on the table.
He looked at Mo Changfeng twice.
"Your physical foundation is good, but it's too far from my standard. If you practice my skills hard, your meridians will be broken before yours."
Mo Changfeng's expression did not change, but his ears perked up.
"I can help you find a way."
Lin Feng rummaged through Storage Ring, took out a A-Rank Body Tempering Pill, held it between two fingers, and flicked it towards Mo Changfeng.
Mo Changfeng reached out to catch it and looked down at the pill in his palm.
"A...A-Rank Body Tempering Pill?"
The tone of his voice changed.
A-Rank Body Tempering Pill, the market price of one pill exceeds three million, and students from ordinary families cannot afford it.
"First temper your physical body to the next level, and then talk about the exercises."
Mo Changfeng gripped the pill tightly.
He looked up at Lin Feng, moved his lips twice, and finally squeezed out only two words.
"Thanks."
Qin Lie is sore next to me.
"Do you have mine?"
"Why do you want Body Tempering Pill? You are Blade Cultivator but not Body Cultivator." "Then you want it too."
Lin Feng took out another bottle of Elixir and threw it to Qin Lie.
"A-Rank Energy Recovery Pill, three pieces. Your sword skills are not bad, but your energy and blood recovery is too slow. This thing can help you maintain peak output in continuous battles."
Qin Lie caught the bottle and was no longer sour instantly.
Ye Zhiqiu stood at the door with a bandage hanging on his face and didn't ask for anything.
Her character does not allow her to reach out.
Lin Feng glanced at her.
"Your hand is injured, and the recovery with ordinary Elixir is too slow."
He took out a medicinal plant from the ring and handed it over.
"Take this medicinal bath and your hands will recover 70% in three days. The remaining 30% will depend on your own practice."
Ye Zhiqiu's fingers trembled obviously when he took it.
She recognized this thing, A-Rank medicine refining material.
Put it in any auction house outside, with a starting price of five million.
"Second Lieutenant Lin, this is too expensive."
"Too much nonsense."
Ye Zhiqiu swallowed the words.
Su Wan'er stands at the back of the four people.
She hasn't said a word since she walked in.
He hesitated for three seconds.
"Second Lieutenant Lin."
"Hmm."
"Can you give me some advice on my telekinesis?"