When Micura Micura woke up, he realized that he was in the infirmary.
He took out his phone and looked at his face in the reflection on the screen. His face, which should have been swollen from being slapped, had completely recovered.
There was no pain, no internal injuries, as if he hadn't participated in the competition at all.
He already couldn't remember how he had collapsed.
It was just that the moment his eyes met Wang Ling's, a huge emptiness and loneliness assaulted his mind, causing his thoughts to stagnate.
Then, Micura Micura closed his eyes.
This duel was like a dream ….
"Student, you're awake?" The old auntie in the infirmary looked at Micura Micura.
"Doctor … my injuries …"
"You fainted during the competition, and you were sent here without any external injuries. But we can't determine your internal injuries for the time being. How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? "
"No …"
Micura Micura was astonished.
He was already uninjured when he was sent here?
Logically speaking, given how hard Wang Ling had hit him, it was impossible for him to recover so quickly.
"So, did Houlang San do something?"
Micura Micura was puzzled.
"Student, if you're not feeling unwell, please give up your bed … there are still students waiting in line for treatment."
"How far has the competition progressed?" Micura Micura was even more puzzled.
"There are currently 125 people, and twenty-five people will be selected for the arena master battle."
"The arena master battle has already begun?"
"That's right. It's said that the winner will be decided through a contest of mental strength. The student who fought with you earlier is one of the twenty-five arena masters, "the doctor said.
Micura Micura understood.
He had heard of this arena master battle before. The twenty-five arena masters were the defenders; as long as they could defend against five random people's mental attacks, they would directly advance to the next round.
As for the attackers, as long as they succeeded in their attack, they would become the new arena master. After becoming the new arena master, they would have to continue defending against four people's attacks to advance to the next round.
According to the rules of this closed-door competition, only fifty people could advance to the next round.
That was to say, the first fifty people to advance would advance to the next round.
"How is Houlang San …"
"Closed-Door competition, how would I know?" The doctor sighed.
As he spoke, he pointed to the door with his eyes.
Wei Akira was taken aback for a moment before he got off the bed and walked towards the infirmary.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him …
Because it was in the corridor in front of the infirmary.
Those who had fainted were lying on the ground like sardines …
"What is this!?"
Like a piece of wood, Micura Wei Ming was rooted to the spot by the scene in front of him.
About ninety percent of the people lying on the ground had been sent by Wang Ling.
Because of everyone who faced Wang Ling.
Finally, they all closed their eyes …
He successfully advanced to the first 10% of the group stage.
Wang Ling's fluctuating heart was finally mostly at ease.
He didn't expect that the winner of the arena lord round would be decided by a battle of Mentality …
Conversely, this was what he was better at. Compared with physical contact, mental damage was actually less harmful.
Coupled with the restriction of the one-time-use talisman on him, he could almost ignore the damage caused by the mental battle.
For example, in the arena lord round, Wang Ling only needed to sit upright and calculate functions in his mind.
Whoever dared to invade his mental space would immediately be entangled by countless parabolas, and die on the spot …
According to the memories of the people who had woken up after the fight with Wang Ling …
Because the calculations in their brains had been too complicated, they already couldn't remember exactly what had happened … they just felt like their minds had been enveloped by a sea of parabolas and mathematical symbols …
After waking up, they actually didn't feel the slightest bit distressed about their failure.
Instead, they felt very guilty for not learning math well.
As a result, some rumors began to spread in the stadium.
"Houlang san … a magical man! He's actually calculating math problems during the entire competition … "
"Houlang san is really a very gentle man. I heard that when Student Wei Akira was injured, it was also Houlang san who healed him. He actually healed his opponent. "
"No wonder so many people join the Gray Sect. I get it! He's a magical man! "
"So are the Nine Paths and Gray Sect branches still recruiting? I'm pretty good at Chinese and math. "
Wang Ling: "…"
…
In the Infinite Milky Way, the Monk had originally been playing Gomoku with Dusk.
Before the first game was over, the Monk had already turned to his "u" character and projected an image of Wang Ling's match on Earth into the air.
Savage couldn't wait for the Monk to leave after this game.
But when he saw that the image in the air was of Wang Ling's match, he deliberately slowed down a lot.
He pretended to be thinking seriously about the game and looked like he didn't care at all, but in fact, he was quietly watching Wang Ling's every move out of the corner of his eye.
"Tsk, you really aren't frank."
The Monk couldn't help laughing. "If you want to watch, just watch openly. This poor monk has plenty of time. "
Savage frowned. "Monk, you should know who he is, right …"
"Don't talk nonsense, this poor monk doesn't know."
Monk Jin Deng fiddled with the Buddha beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed into slits, his expression extremely mysterious. "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you …"
Dusk was silent for a while, but only said three words: "Mysterious thing."
The Monk laughed. "Whimsical idea."
Savage let out a long sigh. "But apart from this, I really can't think of where this power came from."
"Tianming is still locked up there, so it can't be him."
Monk Jin Deng shook his head and said, "I once thought of many possibilities, but in the end, I rejected them all. Do you see this poor monk's pair of "u" characters? Back then, in order to test his identity, I only got a glimpse of his silhouette, but this poor monk's "u" character was already blind. "
"There's actually such a thing."
When Dusk and Peng Xiren next to him heard this, they were utterly stunned.
They had never heard the Monk mention this before.
"That's too much, Monk …"
Although Dusk had just suffered a setback at Wang Ling's hands, he still didn't believe that Wang Ling could be that powerful …
He felt that the Monk's remarks were a little exaggerated.
"If you don't believe me, you can try." The Monk smiled. "Now, you can enter Ling Zhenren's head and take a look. Try invading it with your mental energy and you'll know. "
"What are you plotting …" Dusk's expression was a little alert.
"I'm just responding to your doubts. Isn't the truth the more practical? If you're afraid, this poor monk will understand. After all, this poor monk is also afraid. "The Monk smiled.
"Heh, it's just a try! I'll give it a try! "Dusk snorted.
…
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…
A few seconds later …
Dusk closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a while …
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