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The three members of Beiling Martial Arts Academy cooperated very well.

They look like they've been trained.

The leader, King Wu, charged forward from the center, swinging his broadsword like a windmill with a powerful and heavy strike.

On the left, King Wu wielded two hammers to encircle the enemy, while on the right, King Wu used a long whip to circle around and restrain them.

A typical three-sided encirclement and strangulation formation.

Their tactics were simple: don't give Lin Feng any chance to create distance, and fight him up close.

Since you yourself said you won't use throwing knives or telekinesis, then don't blame us for being impolite.

The first to arrive was King Wu's third-stage machete.

Slash downwards with all your might.

The blade shimmered with spiritual patterns; a single strike from a B-grade weapon was enough to cleave through an alloy protective wall several meters thick.

Lin Feng stood still.

Didn't move.

No flash.

He didn't raise his hand to block.

He just stood there, completely still.

The machete struck his right shoulder.

clang!

With a piercing metallic clang, the sound wave traveled back along the blade, and Wu Wang's third-stage tiger's mouth exploded on the spot, blood gushing out from between his fingers.

His knife bounced off Lin Feng's shoulder.

The combat suit on his shoulders was intact.

Not a single wrinkle appeared.

King Wu's face, now in his third stage, was filled with disbelief.

Then came the second cut.

The two hammers of the Martial King on the left slammed down simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, striking Lin Feng's waist and ribs and the back of his head respectively.

Clang! Clang!

Two more loud bangs.

King Wu's arms went numb, and two shallow dents appeared on the surface of the iron hammer.

It's the hammer that's dented, not the person.

Lin Feng didn't even change his standing posture.

Some people in the stands started rubbing their eyes.

Did you see that?

"Three slashes were made?"

"They've cut it down."

"Is he alright?"

"Not only are they unharmed, but their clothes aren't even torn."

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There was a two-second silence, and then the stands erupted in chaos.

"What kind of physical body?! Three Martial Kings' full-force attacks are like tickling him?"

"Is this even human?"

"What kind of martial arts technique did he practice?"

"You're asking your mother? How would I know?"

On the arena.

Before the three people from Beiling Martial Arts Academy could recover from their shock, the third person's long whip wrapped around Lin Feng's left arm.

The whip, coated with blood and qi, was trying to sever the muscles.

Lin Feng looked down at the whip wrapped around his arm.

His left hand gently grasped the whip.

Then pull.

The whip-wielder from King Wu's section slipped and was dragged over.

Lin Feng flipped his right hand and slapped him in the chest.

It wasn't a caress, it was a pat.

boom!

The man's armor shattered at the chest, sending fragments flying in all directions.

His body arched into a shrimp shape, he spat out a mouthful of blood and foam, flew more than twenty meters backward, bounced once on the protective array, and collapsed to the ground.

The sound of ribs cracking echoed throughout the venue.

King Wu, in his third and second stages, retreated three steps simultaneously.

It's not a tactical retreat.

It was as if my legs moved backward on their own without me even realizing it.

Before their brains could process the information in front of them, their bodies instinctively chose to flee.

Lin Feng turned around.

"Who just said that I'm useless in a head-on confrontation?"

King Wu's hand, holding the machete, trembled as he reached the third stage.

The blade was still vibrating, and the blood from his hand wouldn't stop.

He had wielded his sword for over thirty years and had never encountered a situation where a blow to a person was harder than a blow to a city wall.

"What the hell level are you at?"

"I don't need to waste my breath on a dying man!" Lin Feng took a step forward.

King Wu instinctively took another step back.

"you......"

Lin Feng didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

He reached out with his right hand, fingers spread, and pressed it directly onto the face of the third-level Martial King.

His five fingers suddenly clenched together.

The head of the third-stage Martial King made a cracking sound in Lin Feng's palm.

He gripped Lin Feng's wrists frantically with both hands, his blood and qi surging to their limit, his face turning bright red.

It's useless; it's practically useless.

Lin Feng's hand remained completely still.

He lifted King Wu, third stage, up like he was carrying a chicken.

Then it was thrown out.

The body of the third-stage Martial King tumbled four or five times in mid-air before crashing onto the other end of the arena, leaving a spiderweb-like crack in the ground.

It's embedded.

Seeing the fate of his two teammates, the third King of Martial Arts dropped his double hammers to the ground with a clatter.

"I...I give up."

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and clapped his palms.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

When the referee raised his hand, his lips trembled several times before he could utter a complete sentence.

"The National Capital Martial Arts Academy wins!"

The stands were initially deathly silent.

A full five seconds.

Then a deafening roar erupted.

"Holy shit!"

"He was struck by three Martial Kings and seemed completely unaffected!"

"What kind of monster is this?!"

"Is he a Martial Grandmaster or a Martial King?!"

The commentator's voice cracked: "Unbelievable! Lin Feng didn't draw his weapon or use any martial arts techniques the entire time; he purely withstood the combined attack of three Martial Kings with his bare body, completely unharmed! Then he crushed all three with sheer brute force! What kind of physical strength is that?"

On the highest stand.

Duan Hongyuan held his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The adjutant next to him leaned over to report something, but he was interrupted by waving his hand.

"Just look, don't say anything."

The adjutant swallowed his words.

Duan Hongyuan lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and snorted.

"This kid has been hiding his true colors quite well."

In the rest area of ​​Wuhan University in Shanghai.

Gu Qingfeng's hand gripping the silver spear was bulging with veins.

His teammate next to him whispered something, but he didn't hear it.

His mind was filled with the image of Lin Feng enduring three blows without flinching.

And then there was that mental force in the passageway that almost made him kneel down.

Two completely different abilities are concentrated in an eighteen-year-old.

"What are you afraid of?" came an old voice from behind.

The dean of Wuhan University, who was leading the team, stood behind him, his gray hair neatly combed.

The third level of Wu Zun.

"Gu Qingfeng, you're a student I personally selected. Are you afraid of some wild brat from the Northern Frontier?"

Gu Qingfeng loosened his clenched fist.

"I'm not afraid."

"That's good."

The old dean pulled something out of his sleeve and put it in Gu Qingfeng's hand.

Gu Qingfeng looked down at his palm.

The pupils contracted.

"Use it during the finals."

The old dean turned and left.

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