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"But I can get it faster by myself!"

His tone was calm, yet it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

In the vast square, all the noise was instantly silenced.

A senior student, who was about to submit his list, had his wrist hanging in mid-air, forgetting to press the confirmation button.

Among the new students, Yin Kui slowly raised his head.

Lone Star, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and stared at Lin Feng.

That's the first squad!

The entire Meteorite Training Camp is recognized as having the strongest fault line.

All four permanent members are from the First Fleet, and the lowest level is the first rank of the Sovereign Realm.

Captain Chu Tiange has experienced dozens of resource star battles.

They possess maps, are familiar with star beasts, and have a complete tactical system.

Other freshmen are still trembling with fear for a substitute spot, afraid of being disliked by the upperclassmen.

Raymond Lam is doing well.

He actually refused Chu Tiange's personal offer of recruitment in public.

The reasons given for refusing were outrageously absurd.

He felt that this strongest squad was holding him back.

The corner of the mad shark's mouth twitched violently.

These words may not be very offensive, but they are extremely insulting.

Chu Tiange stared intently at Lin Feng, without immediately reacting.

But his adjutant behind him couldn't hold back any longer. He took a large half-step forward, his voice slightly cold:

"Do you know how many records the first squad holds?"

"Seventeen items."

"We also achieved the highest score in the previous Spark Legacy Battle."

"The captain personally invited you, which is a recognition of your strength."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"So I've thought about it seriously."

The adjutant frowned: "So, the conclusion after consideration is a refusal?"

"right."

"What's the reason?"

"I already said that."

Lin Feng looked at the projection of the crack in mid-air.

"A team of five needs time to work out, to assign tasks, and to consider each other when deciding on the route."

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the members of the first squad, and said firmly:

"But I can get it faster by myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the adjutant's face darkened.

Behind the first squad, several senior students also watched coldly.

They don't care whether Lin Feng is vying for a spot or not.

But when Chu Tiange personally extended the invitation, Lin Feng publicly refused, which was a slap in the face to the first squad.

An older student carrying a long spear said coldly, "The Inheritance Battle is not the Gravity Tower."

"There are no fixed layers in the crack, nor are there any prepared opponents for you."

"Star beasts will hunt in groups, the environment will change, and missions will conflict with each other."

"Going in alone doesn't mean you have confidence."

"Order it delivered."

Lin Feng turned to look at him.

"Do you have the right to say such things to me?"

The senior student paused, and no one responded.

Yin Kui kept a straight face, but his shoulders twitched twice.

You can't laugh.

Laughing out loud at this moment could easily offend both the First Fleet and the Second Fleet.

He can barely stand up now and can't withstand a group beating.

On the high platform, Yan Zhan helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.

These brats haven't even finished the team formation countdown, and they've already turned the square into a powder keg.

"Alright."

Chu Tiange suddenly raised his hand.

The adjutant and several senior students simultaneously fell silent.

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't force you."

Chu Tiange stepped aside to make way.

"The final result will determine the successor."

"If you can really take first place by yourself, that's your skill."

His tone remained unchanged, and there was no sign of anger on his face.

Only a fleeting cold glint crossed his eyes before he quickly regained his composure.

Lin Feng nodded.

"OK."

See you next time.

Chu Tiange glanced at him.

See you next time.

The two passed each other without arguing or exchanging any unnecessary words.

Chu Tiange walked towards the new students on the other side.

Four regular members followed behind him, but their eyes remained fixed on Lin Feng.

One of them raised his hand and gently wiped his neck.

Lin Feng saw it.

He stopped in his tracks.

The older student also stopped, pressing his palm against the short knife at his waist.

The two stared at each other from a distance of more than ten meters.

Lin Feng raised his hand and pointed to the crack in mid-air.

"Once you're inside, stay away from me."

The older student narrowed his eyes, his gaze mocking: "Are you scared?"

"no."

Lin Feng spoke calmly.

"I'm afraid I might just kick you to death like a stray dog ​​on the street."

The old student's sneer froze instantly, and his face darkened.

The surrounding freshmen could no longer contain themselves, and a few muffled laughs rang out from the ranks.

Yan Zhan gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the smile on his lips.

This kid's mouth must be poisoned.

That's enough.

Chu Tiange left without looking back.

"Choose new people."

The first squad continued to leave.

Lin Feng also walked towards the registration desk.

Beside the road, Mad Shark stood still, clutching his serrated battle knife.

Lin Feng walked past him without paying him any attention.

However, when the distance between the two was reduced to ten meters, the gill slits on both sides of the shark's neck suddenly tightened.

Nine meters.

His heart clenched painfully.

Seven meters.

A slight tremor came from the sword in his hand.

three meters.

The shark's shoulder and back muscles tightened on their own, and its right foot moved half a step back.

He took another breath after Lin Feng had walked away.

An older student next to him asked in a low voice, "Why are you withdrawing from what?"

The mad shark immediately glared at it.

"Who withdrew?"

The other person looked down at the ground.

Mad Shark followed his gaze.

There was a clear friction mark on the back of my right foot.

"The ground is slippery."

He remained calm and collected, even when facing a frenzied shark attack.

The senior student glanced at the newly renovated non-slip floor and decided to give him some face.

At the registration desk.

The instructor in charge of entering the list glanced behind Lin Feng.

"Where are my teammates?"

"no."

"Haven't made a choice yet?"

"Not selected."

The instructor's finger hovered over the panel.

"The rules require five people per team."

"I want to apply for a solo team."

The instructor looked up to make sure he hadn't misheard.

"A solo team?"

"right."

"You're using up a team number by yourself?"

"Um."

"You will complete all tasks independently; no one will scout for you or provide backup."

"Know."

"When encountering a horde of star beasts exceeding the limits of what one can withstand, the consciousness projection may be torn apart continuously. Even after forcibly withdrawing at 200% pain, neural memories will still be retained."

"clear."

The instructor remained silent for two seconds.

"This kind of application requires the approval of the head instructor."

Lin Feng turned to look at the high platform.

Yan Zhan had heard the entire conversation and stared at Lin Feng.

Are you sure?

"Sure."

Yan Zhan raised an eyebrow and looked at the registration instructor.

Give him a unique number.

"Chief Instructor, the rules stipulate that teams must be mixed."

"The rules stipulate that each team can have a maximum of five members, but there is no minimum requirement."

The registration instructor quickly flipped through the terms and conditions.

A few seconds later, he froze.

Not really.

No one has ever participated in the legacy battle alone before.

The people who made the rules probably never expected this to happen.

"Number Zero".

Yan Zhan raised his hand and signed the electronic authorization in mid-air.

"Team member, Lin Feng."

"Number of people, one."

"Grades are calculated independently."

The registration desk lit up with a green light.

Team Zero has completed registration.

Number of members: One.

Risk assessment: Extremely high.

[System suggestion: Reconsider.]

Lin Feng reached out and pressed confirm.

[Participation eligibility has been secured.]

All eyes in the square turned to him once again.

A person.

A team.

Chu Tiange stood at a distance, saw the Zero Team's markings, and remained silent.

His teammates, however, all remembered that number.

Yan Zhan glanced at the countdown.

"Team formation complete."

"All participants, enter the formation area."

The ground shook.

In the center of the square, more than a hundred spatial pillars rise one after another.

Pale blue light pierced through the pillar, intertwining in mid-air to form a ring.

Each team quickly entered the field.

Lin Feng stood alone in Zone Zero, with full squads on both sides.

The contrast is striking.

Yan Zhan raised his hand and pressed down on the core of the formation.

"The Battle of Passing on the Spark"

"Activate!"

boom!

All the spatial pillars simultaneously emitted streams of blue light.

It collapsed inwards from mid-air.

A spatial passage leading to a miniature star abyss rift rapidly took shape.

At the edge of the formation, an instructor wearing the insignia of the Second Fleet stood with his head down, his right hand hidden in his sleeve.

Click.

A microchip was quietly crushed.

Deep within the blue passage, a streak of crimson suddenly appeared.

A flash of red light appeared and then disappeared in an instant.