The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
The people who were walking on the road had stopped a long time ago.
Hearing Number One's casual words, Ceng Rui, Li Shiyi, Tang Bingyao, and the others all kept quiet out of fear.
The news came from Senior Number Four.
Perhaps even No.1 wouldn't be able to easily find out too much information about the Korean region, let alone the highly classified information related to SSK's F- Han Shihao. But if it was No.4 … With the latter's vast information network and resources, it was indeed possible for her to do so.
And the accuracy of the information was absolutely guaranteed.
In other words …
It was true.
However, there was another reason why they didn't dare to speak at this moment. Even though Senior No. 1's expression was still calm and casual, they could faintly sense that he was gradually becoming colder.
Only Lin Feng didn't seem to feel it at this moment. He just listened in a daze.
Then he said in a low voice, "When did it happen?"
Number One's tone was still indifferent. "It's been a while."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on a certain someone. The playful smile on his lips had long disappeared, and it was replaced by a chill that made one's heart palpitate.
"I didn't tell you earlier … because I didn't think there was a need to give you more pressure. I didn't want your mind to be filled with that Han brat.
"But now it seems like I did something wrong.
"In your current state, no amount of pressure is too much."
The sun was setting in the west.
As night fell, the air in Manchester City was faintly damp. The street lamps on both sides of the street lit up one by one. The dim yellow light shone along with the sunset, casting a faint shadow on the side of someone's face, obscuring his true expression.
Number One's voice carried a hint of coldness and sternness in the slightly blowing night breeze.
"About that Han brat, I told you once before. Although it wasn't very specific, you should know the current gap between you and him.
"I originally didn't think there was a need to mention him. It's useless to mention it too much. Moreover, some things should be said once.
"But it seems that retiring for so many years has really nurtured your lazy personality.
"Then this is the second time I have told you."
"And it will be the last."
"Don't think that you can be complacent just because you're about to recover to your previous peak. Don't think that you can relax just because you've returned to the Yonkō."
"Eight and a half minutes is just a basic task that I just gave you. Even if you reach it, it's not a big deal at all. If you reach it, you should continue to rush forward. Nine minutes, nine and a half minutes — where do you get the leisure to think about other miscellaneous things?"
"Even if you reach eight and a half, even if you return to your peak, even if you can defeat most people, so what?"
Number One looked at someone with a mocking gaze.
"That's all?"
"I've taught you so many things … Are you satisfied with just staying at this level?"
Lin Feng lowered his head and remained silent.
On the other hand, Ceng Rui, Tang Bingyao, and Li Shiyi watched worriedly as a certain someone clenched his fists.
"Ten minutes …"
As if he didn't notice Lin Feng's subtle movements, Number One turned his gaze to Milton Stadium, which was already faintly visible not far away. He sighed.
"Even when Bullet was at his peak, he barely managed to achieve such a result … I didn't expect that kid from Korea to reach this stage so quickly."
"That kid … Even I thought that I had overestimated him, but I didn't expect that I would still misjudge him."
At this point, Number One paused again. He retracted his gaze and looked at Lin Feng's face again. His tone was calm and indifferent.
"But that's not important.
I just don't want to misjudge the disciple I personally selected. "
His words were light, but it made Lin Feng's body tremble uncontrollably. Even Ceng Rui, Tang Bingyao, and Li Shiyi, who were just listening, couldn't help but feel their eyelids twitch.
These words … were almost to the extreme.
Although Number One's tone was casual, it was clear that he was extremely disappointed in Lin Feng.
This sort of thing was absolutely unbearable for someone who had a prideful side to him and viewed the number one in front of him as his greatest idol.
"Ten minutes …"
Lin Feng suddenly raised his head. His eyes were a little red. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.
"I can do it too."
"No, you can't." Number One mercilessly rejected him. "Even if your strength returns to the peak of the past, with your reaction speed and hand speed, you can at most challenge the Gopher Machine for around nine minutes."
His judgment was incomparably sharp and accurate.
Nine minutes was indeed a rather shocking result compared to eight minutes, which was the dividing line between the Yonkō (Four Emperors). One could see Lin Feng's strength when he was at his peak.
But compared to ten minutes, a gap of a whole 60 seconds was still like a moat.
Lin Feng clenched his fists so tightly that his palms were almost imprinted. His knuckles were a little white.
"I can become stronger than I was back then."
"Oh?" Number One raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled as if he was pondering. "Is that so? I've heard this kind of thing before, but I've never seen it for myself."
At this point, Number One seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation. He casually waved his hand, feeling rather bored. He turned around and walked in the direction of the gymnasium again. He only left behind one sentence.
"That's all I have to say."
"Saying it twice is enough. There won't be a third time in the future."
"As for the rest, you can do whatever you want. I won't say anything more, but you have to know one thing —"
"Li Daozai couldn't beat me in the past."
"Now, I also don't want to see his successor defeat my disciple."
Lin Feng still stood in the same place without moving. The others beside him looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Only Number Five smiled helplessly.
"Alright, your seniors are like this sometimes. Don't be scared —"
"It'll be fine once he calms down. Let's go."
After comforting Lin Feng, Number Five took the lead to catch up to his fiancé. When they were shoulder to shoulder and some distance away from the others, he said softly, "He's getting a little impatient."
Number One sighed.
"I can't not be impatient. If I watch this kid get left further and further behind, I won't be able to sit still."
"Even if I don't compete with that Han brat —"
Number One paused for a moment. His gaze seemed to inadvertently turn around and glance at the people behind him.
"Even if he's compared to the others …"
"That brat might not be good enough."
His gaze fell on Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, Li Shiyi, and the others who weren't far behind him. They surrounded Lin Feng as if trying to comfort him. An Xin, on the other hand, was staring blankly at the gopher she had just received.
It also seemed like …
He was deep in thought.
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