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Qin Lie stood behind him, and Mo Changfeng, clutching his injured shoulder, also came up.

Su Wan'er stood at the very back.

"Three against three? No, how many does he count as sitting there?"

The commentators were all stunned.

The rest area of ​​Tiannan University and Wuhan University across the street was in an uproar.

"What is he doing?"

"Looking down on people?"

The leader of the two-stage Martial Kings stared at Lin Feng, who was sitting on the edge of the arena, and his expression changed from astonishment to anger.

"Fine, since you look down on us, don't blame me for being impolite."

He led two martial arts masters onto the arena.

The referee glanced at Lin Feng's position, then at the rulebook, and hesitated for three seconds.

"...Team battle rules: players must remain within the arena area; there is no requirement to stand. The match begins!"

The three students from Tiannan Martial Arts University erupted in anger.

The leader, King Wu, charged ahead, his two swords crossed, heading straight for Lin Feng's position.

He wanted to take down this arrogant guy as soon as possible.

The sword's edge was still two meters away from Lin Feng's neck.

Lin Feng didn't raise his eyes, but slightly curled his right index finger.

pat.

Five training knives casually placed on the stage suddenly bounced up.

Infuse with spiritual power.

Five blunt-bladed throwing knives hovered in mid-air and spun half a circle.

The three people from Tiannan Martial Arts University all stopped in their tracks.

"A spiritualist?"

King Wu's pupils contracted violently in both stages.

That's too late.

The five throwing knives transformed into five streaks of light!

Although it was just an ordinary knife, the mental power infused by a third-grade mental master made the surface of the blade covered with a semi-transparent aura.

It was so fast that it was just a blur.

Puff puff.

Three muffled thuds.

King Wu's thighs were pinned down by two throwing knives at the same time, his knees buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Both King Wu were struck by a knife and knelt down.

From the moment the flying knife took off to the moment the three people knelt down, the entire process took less than a breath.

The entire arena seemed to have been paused.

Not a single person in the 50,000-seat stands uttered a sound.

Qin Lie stood behind Lin Feng, his twin swords half-drawn, then slowly pushed back in.

He didn't draw his sword once from beginning to end.

Mo Changfeng clutched his shoulder, his mouth agape, and chewed the word "Holy shit" three times without spitting it out.

Su Wan'er stood at the very back, her hands clenched in her sleeves, her fingertips trembling.

She is a second-rank spiritual master.

However, she cannot control five throwing knives at the same time.

It is even more impossible to achieve a precise hit within a single breath.

This level of control precision is many times better than hers.

On the arena.

The three men from Tiannan Martial Arts University knelt before Lin Feng, the throwing knives still embedded in their thighs.

He was in so much pain that he was wincing, but he dared not move.

The mental energy of a third-grade mental master was still wrapped around the blade. With a slight struggle, the mental energy drilled deep into the thigh.

The referee paused for three seconds before remembering to raise his hand.

"In the third round, the Capital Martial Arts Academy wins!"

"The team battle score is 2-1, and the Capital Martial Arts Academy advances!"

The sound was amplified and carried throughout the entire venue.

There was silence for another two seconds.

Then the stands erupted like firecrackers.

Holy crap!

"He won just by sitting there?"

"What is that? Telekinesis? Throwing knives?"

"A psychic! He's a psychic!"

"Training with throwing knives? Those things aren't even sharpened!"

"Who cares if they have blades or not! Didn't you see all three of them kneeling?"

The cacophony of 50,000 people nearly blew the roof off.

The commentator's voice cracked:

"Unbelievable! Lin Feng from the Capital Academy sat on the edge of the ring the entire time, without drawing his weapon, and subdued all three contestants from Tiannan Martial Arts University in a single breath using only five training throwing knives! This is the power of a mentalist!"

Lin Feng stood up from the ring and patted his pants.

On the way back to the rest area, applause and exclamations came from all directions.

Qin Lie followed behind him, his mouth agape the whole way, until they reached the rest area where he finally managed to utter a single sentence.

"You fucking think this is even allowed?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Raymond Lam sat back down on the hard bench and crossed his legs.

In his mind, Iron Rhino was chasing and trampling a group of Rock Beetles on the third level of the D-level rift.

[Control the alien beast to kill 8 D-rank alien beasts: Rock Beetle, and gain 1600 Martial Arts Points]

"When is the next match?"

Qin Lie glanced at the match schedule on the big screen. "It'll be two hours."

"That's perfect, I'll take a nap."

Lin Feng closed one eye.

Qin Lie: "..."

Is this person here to compete or on vacation?

During the two-hour break, other matches took place one after another.

As expected, the Shanghai Martial Arts University crushed their opponents, and Gu Qingfeng didn't even have to play himself.

The passageway in the rest area was bustling with participants from various schools.

When passing through the rest area of ​​the National Capital Academy, everyone's eyes would involuntarily glance inside.

The young man dozing off on the hard bench was the same mentalist who had just performed the "three seconds in a breath" technique?

Lin Feng pretended not to notice, his mental energy was probably still focused on Tie Xi.

I gained another 2,000 points.

Su Wan'er sat down next to him and remained silent for a long time.

"Lieutenant Lin."

"Um."

"Are you really a third-rank official?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

Su Wan'er didn't press the matter, and looked down at her hands.

Ten minutes later.

At the other end of the competition tunnel, the sound of unhurried footsteps could be heard.

Lin Feng's mental power detected a strong aura.

King Wu, 8th Dan.

He opened one eye halfway.

A tall, slender young man walked over, holding the iconic silver spear in his hand.

Gu Qingfeng.

He stopped in the middle of the passage, tilted his head slightly, and looked towards the rest area of ​​the National Capital Academy.

To be precise, it was looking at Lin Feng.

The two were less than ten steps apart.

Gu Qingfeng took a step forward.

"Don't think that just because you have some telekinesis you can dominate the Dragon Abyss Cup."

Several participating teams passing by in the passage stopped in their tracks.

Gu Qingfeng lowered the silver spear from his shoulder, the tip of which tapped the ground with a crisp sound.

"If you meet me in the final, I'll show you why I've been able to win back-to-back championships."

Just as Qin Lie was about to speak, Lin Feng made a move.

It's not about standing up, it's not about drawing a sword.

He merely raised his eyelids slightly.

The mental force silently crushed it out.

The air in the passage suddenly felt heavy.

Gu Qingfeng stopped in his tracks, his expression changing drastically.

The silver spear vibrated and nearly slipped from his grasp.

He instinctively took half a step back, and his back was instantly soaked with sweat.

Several contestants passing by suddenly felt their legs buckle and had to lean against the wall for support.

Someone's lips trembled: "What is this thing?"

Gu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to kneel down.

The veins on his forehead throbbed twice.

Stress comes quickly and disappears even faster.

Lin Feng withdrew his mental energy and leaned back in his chair.

"A second consecutive championship?"

"That's because I wasn't around before."

The passageway was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Gu Qingfeng gripped the gun barrel with his fingers, supporting his body to keep from falling.

He wanted to say something, opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

In that brief moment, only one thought remained in his mind: escape.

An instinctive reaction that even a martial king couldn't control.

He didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

His steps were still steady, but his speed was noticeably faster than when he came.

The people in the passageway looked at each other, and their gazes toward Lin Feng completely changed.

Qin Lie was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses: "Holy crap, you just used telekinesis? He almost lost his footing?"

"Um."

"It's that simple?"

Lin Feng didn't answer, but tapped the hilt of the Fang of Calamity twice with his fingers.

In his mind, Iron Rhino had just crushed the skull of a D-rank Shadow Panther King.

[Control the beast to kill a D-rank beast: Shadow Leopard King x1, and gain 200 Martial Arts Points]

Martial arts points are still increasing.