Gao Wu Arrives

Lin Feng didn't know the reactions and speculations of all parties. After lunch, he hurried back to the dormitory with Jiang Yu and Zhu Luo.

He wants to make up for a good night's sleep and nurture his energy.

For Wang Hang, although he is confident, he is not arrogant. After all, the lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. What's more, as a junior and an eighth-level fighter, Wang Hang has been in and out of the war zone many times, and he may not be a rabbit.

But his appearance fell in the eyes of Zhu Luo and the others, but everyone looked at each other.

"Has Lin Feng been so hard-hearted since he was a child?"

"This..." Jiang Yu opened his mouth but was speechless.

He wanted to say no, but after thinking about it carefully, Lin Feng seemed to have grown up, but he was very ambitious and rarely showed nervousness.

"Perhaps this is the general demeanor!" Jiang Yu sighed.

...

Lin Feng didn't actually slept for a long time, just an hour. When he woke up and walked out of the bedroom, Zhu Luo and others, who were nervously sitting on the sofa, all got up quickly.

It seemed that they were much more nervous than Lin Feng.

It's as if they are going to fight.

Lin Feng smiled, took out the armor and put it on, and checked the sword again. After confirming that it was OK, he hung the mask around his waist and waved his hand: "Go!"

"kindness!"

Except for Lin Feng's relaxed expression, the group of six people walked out of the dormitory tense.

At this time, the campus of CUHK was already a lot empty.

"Everyone ran to the arena to the east to take up positions!" Zhu Luo explained with a wry smile.

Lin Feng nodded, not paying attention.

Ten minutes later, the six finally arrived at the arena on the east side of Zhongda University.

At this time, there were nearly 10,000 people in the arena. It can be said that more than half of the entire CUHK students are here.

The crowds of people sitting on the audience stage, even if the voices of twos and threes are not loud, but they are mixed, and the sky is still full of noise.

"School Brother Lin Feng!" Wang Zhiyun, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him.

"I'm not late, am I?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

Looking at Lin Feng who was so relaxed, Wang Zhiyun's expression was a little complicated. He shook his head and said, "No. Oh, by the way, Big Brother Xu is also coming to see you."

Wang Zhiyun stepped aside.

Xu Pingsheng was standing behind, looking at him with a smile.

"Big Brother Xu." Lin Feng walked over.

"You kid did a good job." Xu Pingsheng patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, "No matter what others say. Whether you win or lose, your courage is worthy of recognition."

"I promise you that whether you win or lose in this battle, I will push you to become the leader of the martial arts club within six months."

"Thank you Brother Xu for your kindness." Lin Feng chuckled lightly.

Xu Pingsheng nodded, and asked for a while, after confirming that Lin Feng was ready. He opened the door: "Go!"

Lin Feng placed one hand on the handle of the knife around his waist, and nodded solemnly.

"Be careful!"

"come on!"

Behind him came the words of Jiang Yu and Zhu Luo.

"I will win!" Lin Feng said these three words without looking back and strode into the arena.

...

at this time.

The arena is extremely noisy.

Many people waited anxiously, cursing Lin Feng's ink in a low voice. Even maliciously speculated whether Lin Feng would not come, abstained and so on.

But as Lin Feng stepped into the arena, the door behind him slowly closed, and the entire arena fell into silence.

The arena with a diameter of nearly five kilometers.

Under the eyes of everyone, Lin Feng held up his chest, his face was calm, and he walked to the middle step by step.

Bang~

On the audience stage, a figure jumped from a height, and finally fell to the ground. His face was beautiful, his eyes were calm, and he looked at Lin Feng quietly.

"You can't make a dead move, and you can't make another move after one party admits defeat." Ma Xulun said.

The sound spread throughout the arena.

"Wang Hang." Wang Hang said softly.

"Lin Feng." Lin Feng nodded slightly.

When the voice fell, the two took off the masks hanging from their waists and put them on their faces. At this point, the whole body, only a pair of eyes are exposed.

In the silent arena, the two looked at each other 100 meters apart.

Wang Hang wore the same black dragon suit as Lin Feng. Just don't know the level of the battle armor. In addition, he uses a spear with a horizontal knife on his waist.

But Lin Feng only had a Yan Ling knife.

There was a gust of wind blowing through the silence for about ten seconds. Wang Hang, standing like a rock, suddenly moved.

Sa.....

His feet hit a spring like a spring, and his whole body shot away, his body pulled out a series of black afterimages in the air, and when he lifted his left hand, the dark and ferocious spear point was glowing with cold light, and it pierced Lin Feng's face.

The gun was fast and fierce, like a thunderous shot, unparalleled.

"what......"

The exclamation sounded.

No one would have thought that Wang Hang's shots were so fierce and fierce that he would be a killer move. If this shot hits, I'm afraid Lin Feng will be killed directly!

Lin Feng's pupils shrank suddenly.

With a stroke of his right hand on his waist, the Yan Ling knife was unsheathed, and he raised his hand to cut it off. The Yan Ling knife offset the spear slightly, and at the same time the blade wiped the tip of the spear and cut it towards Wang Hang.

The blade rubbed a series of sparks on the spear#.

With a sneer in Wang Hang's eyes, the thrust of the spear suddenly came to an abrupt end. He clenched the spear with both hands, and the body of the spear shook, and the tip of the spear swept towards Lin Feng's neck.

Lin Feng didn't panic, the blade turned over, changing from cutting to horizontal.

The blade and the gun body collided with each other, and there was a piercing clash of Jin Ge, which made the eardrum painful.

Lin Feng moved three steps to the left before standing still.

Wang Hang also frowned, only feeling a little tingling in his hands. Lin Feng's strength was beyond his expectation and was not weaker than him.

"Humph!"

Wang Hang let out a cold snort, his eyes sharp as a knife.

When he moved his hands, the long spear in his hand danced, the tip of the spear flickered, and the glow of cold light blossomed, covering Lin Feng like a violent storm, and everyone on the audience stage who was watching held their breath, and did not dare to breathe.

I don't know how many people have a chill in their hearts.

If you are yourself, under this Wang Hang's long spear, you can withstand a few tricks to survive!

But most people quickly wry smiles at the corners of their mouths. If they face this Wang Hang, they are afraid that they will die with one or two moves.

"Senior Wang Hang, worthy of being a junior, an eighth-level soldier who has been in and out of the war zone several times, his pistol skills are unmatched, and it makes people fearful!"

Some people sigh.

"Lin Feng shouldn't be underestimated. Just as a freshman, he can be hostile to Senior Wang Hang, and won't let the wind fall for a short time!"

Some people praised Lin Feng.

Someone wanted to refute, but they opened their mouths but couldn't speak.

Facts speak louder than words.

Lin Feng was not taken directly by Wang Hang, and he had already proven his strength!

...

"This Wang Hang really cannot be underestimated!"

At this time, under Wang Hang's pistol technique, Lin Feng was also struggling. But his eyes were extremely bright.

In fact, Lin Feng was not conceited from the beginning.

The realm of his fifth-level warrior is blessed by Thunder Spit Nafa, and he is only 200,000 jin of vigor.

As for Wang Hang, even though he was practicing a profound level technique, his basic strength was higher than that of Lin Feng, and he was an eighth-level fighter. This blessing has a strength of 180,000 catties.

If it is placed in the realm of a newly formed warrior, 20,000 catties of strength can determine a lot.

But in Lin Feng's state, the strength is a little bit stronger, but it's nothing. Especially this king's air gun technique is at least a great success, this kind of advantage is enough to make up for that slight gap.

"But I'm not a vegetarian!" Lin Feng's eyes were confident.

As the battle became more intense, the Yan Ling knife in his hand became sharper and stronger. Every knife was like thunder, fast and ruthless, even Wang Hang, facing him more and more cautiously, did not dare to go as far as the beginning.

This shining knife technique.

The last time he faced Zhou Xinghao, Lin Feng easily defeated him with no use at all.

But this time facing Wang Hang, a well-matched opponent, Lin Feng used it heartily.

This is why Lin Feng didn't use burning energy.

If it broke out directly, it would be able to immediately stun Wang Hang, but where should Lin Feng look for this well-matched opponent to temper himself?

"Is Lin Feng using me as a sharpening stone?!"

Wang Hang is not a fool either. He has entered the war zone more than a dozen times, hundreds of battles large and small, and how rich his combat experience is. He quickly discovered this.

For a moment he was shocked and angry.