The bell that signaled the start of the fight rang not long after the two sides stood still.
The previous intense battles did not immediately appear on the big screen. Xing Wuyi and Solomon did not move at all. They stood quietly on the spot and looked into each other's eyes, as if they did not hear the bell that signaled the start of the battle.
Many people stared at the projection screen in confusion. Their hearts were full of curses. It was another strange confrontation! The two only showed their strength. One side was Xing Wuyi's six-star, and the other side was Solomon's seven-star.
Bai Sheng's eyes, in addition to a touch of surprise, were more joy. He did not expect to see such a special battle in the martial arts arena of the Recruit Tournament. A battle of reading!
Reading the intention of the battle from the opponent's eyes, and at the same time calculating the opponent's strength and speed to judge the response to be given.
In martial arts, there was no such thing as stopping at a certain point. This was usually something that could only be done when the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.
If the strength of the two sides was close, the only thing that could be done was to go all out. It was easy to end up with death or injury. How could one stop at a certain point? If anyone dared to have the idea of stopping at a certain point, the one who would be defeated would definitely be him.
But if there was no death or injury every day, how many martial artists would there be in the world?
The official Sky Battle Network had solved this problem to a large extent, but there was another way, and that was to read!
Although this method reduced the pain of punching and kicking, it was very demanding on the spirit. When the battle between the two sides reached its climax, the body would still be under special pressure even if it was not moving. A little bit of carelessness would also cause the end of vomiting blood and being injured.
Solomon did not expect that Xing Wuyi from East Asia would enter the arena and take the lead in issuing a challenge before the bell rang.
A battle without any smoke or even any physical movements unfolded without anyone noticing.
"What a shrewd person." Caesar's words carried a bit of emotion. In hand-to-hand combat, Sky Battle, Virtual Combat, and Battle of Reading, Battle of Reading was relatively the most unfair way of fighting.
Battle of Reading could almost be said to be a special kind of spiritual battle. There was no competition of the purity of essence here, there was only the difference in data between the stars.
This was a somewhat unfair battle! Xing Wuyi had set up his own special battlefield in the battlefield.
Normally, Solomon could refuse such a battlefield. But today, he could not refuse. His ultimate goal was Qin Fen. If he didn't even dare to enter the battlefield set by Xing Wuyi, then there would be flaws and inner demons in his heart of martial dao. It was very likely that he would end up like Mourad Tschick, only able to stand outside the eight-star strength and unable to truly cross that threshold.
"To be able to use all environmental factors to his advantage …" Yang Lie also nodded. "This person is very cunning."
Cunning? Solomon had to admit that the East Asian recruit in front of him was indeed cunning. After eliminating the competition of the purity of vital energy and the control of power, Xing Wuyi was exceptionally difficult to deal with based purely on the difference between the stars.
Both sides clearly had a star-class difference in strength, but Solomon was unable to quickly take down Xing Wuyi in the battle. This opponent was like a cunning fox. Although he was in an absolute disadvantage, he could always use various methods to hold on.
If it were another six-star martial artist, Solomon was confident that he would have already beaten the other party to a pulp. He might even vomit blood and fall to the ground.
However, this East Asian recruit's forehead was already full of sweat. His spirit was under tremendous pressure, but he never fell, let alone was defeated.
Some people in the audience had already begun to yawn. Ten minutes was the longest time in a single match of the Recruit Tournament's martial arts event, but it was also the most boring ten minutes. Both of them stood motionless for ten minutes.
Bai Sheng stared at Xing Wuyi with interest. He thought that this young man would be defeated after five minutes, but he didn't expect him to hold on for ten minutes without losing.
A reading battle was different from a hand-to-hand fight. There was a huge difference between holding on for five minutes and holding on for five minutes and ten seconds. The difference between five minutes and six minutes was several streets wide. Ten minutes?
Bai Sheng was very surprised. Xing Wuyi's forehead was already full of beads of sweat visible to the naked eye at four minutes. By eight minutes, his military uniform was already soaked.
He looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.
This man, who looked like a man made of water, was trembling slightly. He actually persisted for another two minutes. The back of Solomon's military uniform was covered in water, and his forehead was also covered in sweat.
Puff …
Xing Wuyi covered his mouth and spat out a small mouthful of blood. He took a few steps back and his body swayed as if he was drunk.
Solomon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He secretly sighed in his heart that it was too hard to win this match. If they fought for a few more minutes, I'm afraid …
Xing Wuyi covered the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, looked up at the referee's seat, and gently raised his arm, "I lost."
At this time, many people began to understand that the two had just carried out an unimaginable reading battle! And it seemed to be very dangerous. In the end, Xing Wuyi vomited blood and was injured.
There were still some people who didn't understand what had happened. They stared at Solomon with frightened eyes, secretly admiring the strength of this young recruit from Europe. He could make his opponent vomit blood and admit defeat with just a look.
Caesar stared curiously at the tired Solomon, "How strong is he?"
…
Solomon was silent for a short time. He let out a long sigh and praised, "What a cunning fox. He is completely a wise fox. If he also has seven-star strength, it would be hard to say who would win. "
There was a moment of silence on the European recruit's seat. To be able to force Solomon to this extent, no East Asian recruit could be underestimated.
The loudspeaker sounded the news that Zeus had forfeited due to injury. The African recruit, Alice, won without a fight and became one of the top eight in the recruit tournament's martial arts tournament.
Then, Golden Lion Pat also successfully entered the top eight due to the forfeit of his African comrade.
Preserving strength. After a discussion, the two African recruits still made the decision to preserve their strength. Everyone's strength was almost equal. If they fought desperately, the ending was likely to be the same as Du Peng and Zeus. That was not the result they wanted to see.
The last pair of American recruits fought and the winner was soon determined. This recruit, who was not strong, entered the top eight. This made many people who were eliminated in the top sixteen jealous. They could only sigh and say that this person's luck was too good. In this tournament that was full of strong players, he still managed to enter the top eight.
Qin Fen looked at the advancement table. His next opponent was Alice from Africa. Solomon's opponent was Xue Tian. Yang Lie was fighting with an American recruit, and Caesar's opponent was Golden Lion from Africa.
"Can you let me fight your opponent?"
After muttering to himself for a while, Qin Fen turned his head and asked Xue Tian softly.
"Are you interested?" Xue Tian raised his arm and put it on Qin Fen's shoulder. "That's great! Master told me that entering the top eight would be considered as completing the mission. I have already completed the mission. I originally planned to forfeit the next round. "
Several recruits who didn't know Xue Tian very well looked at him with strange eyes. They couldn't understand how there could be such a soldier without a sense of honor in this world.
"Qin Fen." An African major walked into the contestant's seat. "Do you have time today?"
Time? Qin Fen looked at the major from Africa doubtfully. What's wrong? Have the African mobile armor troops and aerial combat teams not given up?
"Our mobile armor troops would like to exchange pointers with you very much."
Qin Fen's two black eyebrows, like a snail, slowly moved closer to the center of his eyebrows. He looked at the confident face and eyes of the African major suspiciously.
Where did he get his confidence from? Qin Fen couldn't figure it out. Those African recruits who watched the battle that day were so scared that their faces turned green after watching the battle. How did he have the courage to challenge again?
The African major looked at Qin Fen with a confident smile. Even if you break your head, you would never think that our general would take such a great risk to find external help.
Qin Fen smiled. What's wrong with me? Who cares where his confidence comes from? Even if I understand it, so what? For the glory of the East Asian recruits, for my own military achievements, for the sake of getting a large sum of money when I retire from the army, I have to fight no matter what.
The African major looked at Qin Fen's smile and was stunned. This seemingly self-deprecating smile, however, revealed a kind of indifferent confidence. This kind of smile was like the disdainful smile of a king who stood at the peak and saw through the conspiracies of the challengers.
"Got it." Qin Fen turned his wrist and made an inviting gesture. "See you at the old place tonight."
Is this really a young recruit? The African major turned and left with a head full of questions.
The battle of the top sixteen had ended. Tomorrow was the first day of rest for the recruit tournament. It was time for all the participating recruits to adjust their state for the final battle.
Qin Fen did not pay more attention to the other members of the top eight on the big screen. He put more attention on Lin Ling.
Does he really not care about being ordered to forfeit by the higher-ups? Qin Fen rubbed his forehead gently and bumped into Lin Ling's emotionless eyes.
"The bounden duty of a soldier is to obey."
Lin Ling answered the doubts in Qin Fen's eyes with her emotionless words.
After the match, the participating recruits quickly disappeared from the field.
Today, Qin Fen once again used his strength to tell everyone that he had recovered to his peak state.
Today's Caesar made people doubt the final outcome of the tournament. Finally, a new eight-star martial artist appeared.
Night fell again. All the mobile armors of the African Military Region had already appeared. All the pilots sat in the cockpit of the mobile armor, waiting for the appearance of Qin Fen.
As time passed by, a figure flashed at the entrance. The recruits of various continents were surprised to find that it was not Qin Fen, but Little Dragon King – Yang Lie.
Yang Lie walked to the audience very quietly, like an ordinary audience. He sat quietly in his seat and stared at the field.
Not long after, Golden Lion Pat also came to the audience.
After a while, Solomon and Caesar also appeared in the auditorium one after another.
A few minutes later, Alice's figure appeared in the passage.
The African major's expression became more and more gloomy. He stared at Xue Tian, who had appeared from the passageway, and let out a long sigh of regret. I really shouldn't have challenged Qin Fen in front of this East Asian recruit.
Vortex Tiger glared fiercely at the major next to him. How can I challenge Qin Fen in front of a recruit with a big mouth? The appearance of these elite recruits of various continents tonight was most likely invited by this East Asian recruit.
"Sorry, I'm late."
In the dark shadow of the passage, Qin Fen's voice sounded slowly. His outline also gradually appeared in this passage.
Yang Lie, Caesar, and Solomon's eyes were full of doubts. Although they had heard that Qin Fen was the super all-around rookie king in this recruit tournament, they still had a strange feeling when they saw him appear in the mobile armor competition and fight against those veterans who had been in the army for a year and specialized in mobile armor.
"Old Qin, you can do it!"
Xue Tian's voice was particularly harsh in this quiet arena.
Qin Fen patted the Red Lotus Phantom mobile armor and looked up at the Galaxy Steel Spirit in the African mobile armor team.
With a gaze, Vortex Tiger's heartbeat accelerated. He secretly asked himself, Did he discover something?
"Hehe …"
Qin Fen laughed. These mobile armors seemed to be arranged in a simple formation and made the simplest and most effective attack preparation movements. In fact, everything was for one purpose, and that was to hide!
"My face is really big …" Qin Fen stared at Vortex Tiger with a faint smile. He didn't expect his opponent to be a veteran of an ace mobile armor who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Concealment was a study. Qin Fen rejoiced that he was able to encounter a master of concealment like Gale Riley. If it weren't for this first-rate master of concealment teaching him all concealment techniques, then he really might have been tricked by this ace mobile armor pilot in front of him by pretending to be a rookie.
Qin Fen climbed along the ladder near the cockpit, turned his head and said with a smile, "General, I will fight one-on-one today! Starting with the Galaxy Steel Spirit. "
What? Vortex Tiger was stunned. One-on-one? This young man has always been arrogant in mobile armor battles, asking to fight a group of people alone. What's wrong with him today? One-on-one? Did he see through something? No way? Then why did he choose the Galaxy Steel Spirit?
Qin Fen happily closed the cockpit. He only used one sentence to disrupt the deployment of others. This feeling is really comfortable!
Vortex Tiger's eyes were full of a bitter smile. Qin Fen's strength was obvious to all. He was the level of a real ace mobile armor driver. It was normal to be defeated by him, but how about winning against him? Would anyone believe that it was done by a recruit?
Forget about winning, even if it was a tie and both of them perished, no one would believe it! Vortex Tiger felt a headache. He looked at the Galaxy Steel Spirit from Africa, raised his thumb and rubbed his temple while making a gesture of slitting his neck.
Win! I still have to win! At most, I will think of a way to explain after I win against Qin Fen. I can't let this kid continue to be so arrogant.
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