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The rules for individual battles are different from those for team battles.

All participants will compete in a round-robin format based on their points ranking. Winners will receive three points, draws will each receive one point, and conceding a loss will not result in a point deduction but will earn no points.

The school with the highest final score wins the individual championship.

The total points from team battles and individual battles determine the final rankings in the Longyuan Cup.

The Capital Academy team has won all their team battles and has already reached the maximum score.

If he can secure a top-three finish in the individual competition, the championship is practically his.

Lin Feng walked toward the registration desk with the Fang of Calamity.

I just reached the entrance of the passage.

A temporary announcement popped up on the big screen.

[Urgent Notice from the Organizing Committee: To ensure the "fairness of martial arts" in the Longyuan Cup individual competition, and following a joint proposal from participating universities and approval by the Organizing Committee, the use of any ranged psychic weapons is prohibited in the individual competition stage. Violators will be disqualified.]

The passageway fell silent for a moment.

Then it exploded with a buzzing sound.

"Change the rules? Change the rules during the competition?"

"Isn't this clearly targeting that psychic?"

"I heard it was proposed by the dean of Shanghai Martial Arts University, and several other schools seconded it."

Qin Lie jumped up from the rest area, his face flushed red.

"Damn it! What is this? Changing the rules at the last minute? This is blatant suppression!"

Mo Changfeng also stood up, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Despite being bandaged, Ye Zhi Qiu walked to the entrance of the passage, ready to argue with the organizing committee.

"Need not."

Lin Feng's voice came from behind.

The three people turned around.

Lin Feng was unsheathing the Starfall Nine Calamities Blade from his waist.

Thirty-six throwing knives remained silently in their sheaths, their gleam shimmering under the lamplight.

He removed the entire scabbard and casually tossed it into Qin Lie's arms.

"Hold this for me."

Qin Lie caught the sword sheath, his mouth agape for a long time.

"Are you just going to let it go like that?"

Lin Feng drew the Fang of Calamity from his back, and the dragon scale spirit patterns slowly lit up in his hand, emitting a chilling, ghostly golden light.

The oppressive aura of the S-class battle blade was released without any concealment, causing the two contestants closest to him in the passage to buckle and lean against the wall.

"No throwing knives needed?"

Lin Feng gripped the Fang of Calamity, blade pointing downwards, and walked step by step toward the arena.

"Alright, let them bleed as much as they want."

In the VIP section.

The former dean of Wuhan University in Shanghai leaned back in his chair, holding a teacup, a smug smile on his lips.

He spent half a day lobbying seven universities to jointly propose the rule, and also spoke with several key figures on the organizing committee before finally getting this temporary rule included.

Without the telekinetic throwing knife, Lin Feng's greatest trump card is now half useless.

In terms of direct combat ability, his student Gu Qingfeng, an eighth-dan martial arts master, still has trump cards up his sleeve.

It's impossible to lose.

The first match of the individual battle popped up on the big screen.

Lin Feng (Guodu Martial Arts Academy) VS Zhao Mingxuan (Yunhai Martial Arts Academy)

Zhao Mingxuan, a fifth-level Martial King, is the number one genius of Yunhai Martial Arts Academy, wielding the S-rank heavy hammer "Shattering Mountain".

He placed third in the individual competition at the previous Longyuan Cup.

He stepped into the ring full of confidence.

The rules have changed; the opponent can't use throwing knives anymore. If it's a head-on confrontation, who is he afraid of, a fifth-dan martial arts master?

Besides, he also has an S-class heavy hammer.

"Lin Feng, right?" Zhao Mingxuan slung the heavy hammer over his shoulder. "I heard you're quite the fighter. But without your throwing knives, I'd like to see how much skill you still have."

He glanced at the Fang of Calamity in Lin Feng's hand.

S-grade battle sword.

It's on par with his heavy hammer.

"Come on, I'll let you go first..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Lin Feng made a move.

Lost Steps.

We are pushing for its release with all our might.

Three afterimages scattered simultaneously, and the sound of air being torn apart exploded on the arena.

Zhao Mingxuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could even see where Lin Feng was, a dark golden blade of light was already in front of him.

"The Mountain-Slaying Slash".

Perfected martial arts skills.

Every strike is a critical hit.

S-grade battle sword bonus.

The entire Qi and blood of King Wu were infused into him.

A golden gale, three meters wide, tore through the Fang of Calamity, carrying a penetrating effect and dark attribute erosion.

Zhao Mingxuan instinctively raised his hammer to block.

The S-class heavy hammer "Mountain Shatterer" met the gale head-on.

Click.

The mountain was shattered.

The S-class hammer split in two from the very center, with fragments flying in both directions.

The gale pierced through the fragments and cut into Zhao Mingxuan's right arm.

puff!

His entire right arm broke off at the shoulder and flew off.

The severed limb spun twice in mid-air before crashing onto the edge of the ring.

Zhao Mingxuan's body was propelled away by the residual force of the gale and crashed heavily onto the protective array.

He looked down at his empty right shoulder, blood gushing out.

"My arm..."

He didn't even have time to cry out in pain.

Because what's even more terrifying than losing his right arm is that his S-class heavy hammer shattered.

S-class weapon!

It was cleaved in two with a single blow!

The entire room fell silent.

The host on the commentary platform forgot to speak; the microphone was held to his side, and his mouth was open, unable to close.

In the VIP section of the organizing committee, several people involved in changing the rules looked ashamed.

He switched from throwing knives to a battle sword.

An even more terrifying knife.

An S-class heavy hammer is like paper in front of this knife.

The former dean of Wuhan University in Shanghai froze in mid-air, his hand holding the teacup drenched in tea without him even noticing.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword and stepped off the stage.

He didn't even turn his head when he passed by Zhao Mingxuan.

"You mean I should make the first move?"

Thanks.

The second, third, and fourth individual matches.

Lin Feng made a series of kills.

There was no second cut.

Every match is a fatal blow.

The moment the fangs of calamity are drawn, the end is nigh.

With the incredible critical hit effect of every strike, the infusion of Qi and Blood from the first stage of the Martial King realm, and the material enhancement of the S-grade battle sword, the actual output of each of his strikes is approaching the full power of the sixth stage of the Martial King realm.

Those geniuses at the third to fifth level of the Martial King realm were no different from wooden stakes standing still in front of him.

Points skyrocketed.

By the time the individual competition was nearing its end, the standings were already set.

First place: Lin Feng, 36 points (undefeated).

Second place: Gu Qingfeng, 33 points.

Third place: Guan Chunxi, 21 points (eliminated).

Fourth place: Xin Sheng, 17 points (eliminated).

......

The two will meet in the final.

The pairings for the final showdown flashed on the big screen.

[Individual Final: Lin Feng vs. Gu Qingfeng]

The roar of 50,000 people in the stadium surged up to the dome.

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

Gu Qingfeng clutched the red pill, his palms sweating profusely.

This is a last resort, a desperate measure!

He stood up and took the silver spear down from the shelf.

He took a step toward the ring.

The old dean's voice came from behind.

"Remember, he cannot leave the ring alive."

Gu Qingfeng paused for a second.

keep going.

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