Interstellar Peak Glory

Li Dongdong was about to cry, and said: "Is it possible to loosen your feet? I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Ling Feitong withdrew his foot.

Just before his feet hit the ground, Li Dongdong was about to get up like a carp, reaching out and almost catching Ling Feitong's ankle. However, Ling Feitong seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and the half-closed foot could be changed at any time. He changed the direction, and with a "slap", he pressed Li Dongdong, who was rushing over, face down on the ground.

The audience eating melons around: "...!!!" "This trick is beautiful! Ahahahahahahahaha!"

"Fuck it, if it were me, I didn't expect to be attacked at all!"

"Who is this younger brother? His martial arts skills are so good!"

"Hahaha junior, this posture, if it doesn't work, I'll laugh for a while..."

Li Dongdong, who was trampled on his back and lying on the ground, had half of his face twisted and pressed to the ground, and said unrequitedly, "Why didn't you get caught?"

"Little fool, I am much better at playing tricks than you. Let me teach you another word. Now that you have received an orthodox education, you should be an upright warrior. Don't get involved in areas you are not used to, or else It's courting death."

After Ling Feitong finished speaking, he let go of his feet, and said to the student next to him who was acting as the referee: "Do I count as winning?"

The student looked at Ling Feitong with extremely complicated eyes, then at the abused classmate who was physically and mentally disabled, swallowed hard, and said, "In the first round, Lin Feitong won."

Under the stage, Ruan Yucheng couldn't hide the shock on his face. Although he didn't want to talk to Lin Zeyu at all, he still couldn't hold back, and turned to ask, "Has Lin Feitong received fighting training from the Lin family before?"

"Your brother can do it." Sheng Xia also gave a thumbs up and praised: "The movements are crisp and precise, and the offense and defense are impeccable, but they are hidden too deep. After these moves, I can't see where his limit is. where."

Not to mention other people, even Lin Zeyu's heart seemed to be surging with great waves.

The last time Lin Feitong beat him up, Lin Zeyu deliberately didn't make any resistance, so he didn't take it too seriously.

However, seeing Lin Feitong's simple tricks just now, Lin Zeyu suddenly realized that Lin Feitong was by no means simple!

However, it was only four months since Lin Feitong left the Lin family, how did he improve from a person who knew nothing to this level?

A layman watching the excitement and an expert watching the doorway, not only Lin Zeyu, but also the students sitting in the stands can see that Lin Feitong's movements can only be achieved after professional training.

What happened?

Or, what has already happened?

"Next, come Zhang Qirui." Lu Fei said, "Go try his weapon."

"Yes!" Zhang Qirui stepped onto the stage.

Zhang Qirui specializes in cold guns. Although he has only been in school for less than a year, he has been cold guns since he was a child, and he can be regarded as the best in the entire grade.

Zhang Qirui is not tall, but his arms are muscular. He picked out a long-stemmed cold gun weighing [-] kilograms from the cold weapon, squeezed it in his hand and tested the weight, and said to Ling Feitong: "Can you play cold gun?"

"Yes." Ling Feitong picked up a cold gun of the same appearance with a wooden pole and a wooden gun head weighing only ten or twenty kilograms. After feeling the weight, he said, "I'll use this."

Zhang Qirui's heart was raised a little because Li Dongdong hung too neatly before, and it fell to the ground in an instant.

The weight of the cold gun can reflect the level and strength of the user to a large extent, and naturally the heavier the better.

The cold gun that Ling Feitong chose was only the most basic model, and it had always been just a decoration.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Qirui smiled and said, "Once this gun comes into contact with mine, it will be amputated in the middle. In our cold gun competition, if the gun is broken or dropped, it will be regarded as a loss. You should think about it first. "

Ling Feitong was quite satisfied, and said: "There are advantages to lightness, don't underestimate it."

Zhang Qirui thought to himself, the dead duck has a hard mouth.

Some people in the audience also laughed, because they haven't seen anyone fight with that toy gun yet.

Lin Zeyu was also sweating silently. This heavyweight class alone is not in the same gear.

Sheng Xia clicked his tongue and said, "That gun hasn't been disposed of yet."

Lu Fei paid attention to the situation on the fighting arena without blinking, and said casually: "The performance is special, it is necessary to exist, why deal with it?"

Sheng Xia was taken aback, and said: "Apart from the fact that the pole is lighter, more flexible, and the blade doesn't even open, is there any special need for it?"

Lu Fei narrowed his eyes and said, "I think of a sentence the old army commander said."

"what?"

"Whoever dares to use the lightest gun is not a rookie just getting started, or a master among masters." Lu Fei said, "Which one do you think Lin Feitong will be?"

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Sheng Xia couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said: "No way, I admit that fighting is good, but cold guns are the most difficult to play."

Lu Fei picked up the video recording function of the terminal, aimed at the fighting arena, and said, "Whether it's real or fake, you'll know after the fight."

The referee gave the order and the game began.

Zhang Qirui took the initiative to attack, and the cluster of arrows from the spear flashed like stars, causing the students to shout.

One inch long and one inch strong, the light that was still on the tip of the nose one second, reached the heart the next second, dazzling people, and it is impossible to judge where the gun head is.

Ling Feitong first dodged the opponent's five thrusts, and then, he grabbed the gap in the sky, and directly sent the cold gun in his hand.

The unsharpened spear head split the Gypsophila's move forcefully, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's move was cracked, Ling Feitong's gun barrel was like a flexible and twisted snake, wrapping around the opponent's metal pole, entangled from the arrow Climbed to the opponent's tiger's mouth.

Zhang Qirui originally wanted to withdraw the spear, but the wooden gun shaft, which only weighed more than ten catties, was like a weight weighing more than a thousand catties, and it almost broke his arm.

"Clang—" The wooden gun head slashed vigorously on the metal pole, and the originally smooth gun head bit Zhang Qirui's hand with a thunderous force.

In order to keep his hand, Zhang Qirui quickly let go of the cold gun in his hand.

It was during this thorn loosening that Ling Feitong lightly picked the pole with the tip of the gun, and saw the cold gun spun a few 360 degrees in mid-air, and landed obediently in Ling Feitong's left hand.

Ling Feitong put the cold gun lightly on the ground, and there was a faint "nicking" sound, which ended the game.

Zhang Qirui didn't realize what happened, he stared blankly at his empty right hand, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he had been greatly shocked.

Sheng Xia was also stunned and his jaw almost dropped, he said in disbelief: "In less than half a minute, Lin Feitong hooked Zhang Qirui's gun away?"

He turned to Lu Fei, wanting to get a positive answer from him, but unexpectedly...

"Damn, what kind of eyes do you have?" Sheng Xia swore that he definitely saw the wolf light in Lu Fei's eyes!

Lu Fei restrained himself slightly, but his face was filled with uncontrollable excitement. He patted Sheng Xia's shoulders a few times, and said meaningfully, "I found a treasure."

Once is accidental, twice is a coincidence, then three times is absolutely inevitable.

This person, no matter in terms of fighting ability or professional quality, is quite in place, and even Lu Fei can be sure that even if this person is directly sent to the army for special training, he can still keep up with the rhythm.

Such talents, as long as they are discerning generals, will never let them go easily.

The entire venue was full of whispers, and many students actually didn't understand what happened just now.

"what happened?"

"I just saw that kid's wooden stick pick a few times along the first-year student's cold gun, and when I look over it again, it's fucking over?"

"Teasing me!"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"I didn't see it either."

"Fuck, it's fucking unscientific. That brother shouldn't be from our school, right? Are you really here to mess things up?"

Ling Feitong really didn't come to mess things up, and if possible, he would be more willing to use the mildest way to pass the administrative reconsideration.

Ling Feitong raised an eyebrow at Zhang Qirui with a smile, and then said to the bottom of the stage, "Who will be next?"

Ruan Yucheng couldn't help but want to try Ling Feitong, but he just took a step when he was stopped by Lu Fei.

Lu Fei shook his head and said, "You are not his opponent, don't ask for trouble."

A complex look flashed in Ruan Yucheng's eyes, and he said, "Is his level already this high?"

Sheng Xia nodded and said, "He is quite a powerful person. He is of a professional standard, and he is already qualified to be a teacher in a military academy."

Ruan Yucheng couldn't believe it: "So exaggerated?"

He thought that Lin Feitong's level was just a little higher than his own, which was enough to shock him, but he didn't expect that Shengxia would give him such a high evaluation.

You know, teachers in military schools are not for ordinary people.

Sheng Xia smiled and said, "How can it be ordinary people who can be brought to the battlefield by His Highness?"

Lu Fei nodded, stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "Since he allowed his lover to study in the military academy and brought him to the battlefield before, it seems that His Highness intends to train this person."

Lu Fei and Sheng Xia looked at each other and said at the same time: "It can be accepted."

Both laughed.

Lu Fei said: "It seems that our school may be able to turn around in this year's international exchange competition."

Sheng Xia also smiled and said, "That's true."

Seeing that there was no response from this side, Ling Feitong jumped down from the stage. He walked to Lu Fei and Sheng Xia calmly, and said, "What's wrong?"

Lu Fei looked at Ling Feitong's handsome face, and said kindly: "Welcome to the First Military Academy of the Empire. I am Lu Fei, the head of the Mecha Combat Department."

Ling Feitong tilted his head and smiled, and said, "I'm sorry, I thought about it just now, and it doesn't seem very meaningful for me to marry into the First Military Academy of the Empire."

Lu Fei had a bad feeling.

"So I still won't come to school. Let's take it as a fun day for everyone. I'll see you later when I have a chance. Let's go first, bye!" Ling Feitong turned around and left gracefully, leaving behind a group of people in a mess in the wind .

Although Lu Fei really wanted to stop Ling Feitong, but he thought about Prince Mo Jiahua behind Ling Feitong, and then he died down.

However, Lu Fei still left a terminal number for Ling Feitong. If he changes his mind, he can come to him directly.

After watching Ling Feitong leave, Lu Fei turned to Lin Zeyu who was standing there in a daze, wondering what to think: "Your family is really rare to have a genius."

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