"What the hell!"
Mrs. Smith immediately stood up from her seat. "Cheating! He must have cheated! "
Powell and Bloom were also confused. They had carefully examined Chen Guang's pencils and knives, and there was no way they were specially prepared in advance!
The audience was even more confused.
Even the chairman of the Anti-Light Alliance, who was certain that Chen Guang would be able to show off, was also confused. "Although I know he's going to win, can someone explain the theory to me? What the hell is going on? With one slash, an Eiffel Tower appeared? A little explanation? Why? Why？ What's this? "
The vice chairman thought for a long time. "This … is probably the realm of gods?"
Due to the unusually large number of non-professional audiences in the studio, most of these people who participated in the recording for the first time did not know the rules. Whispers rose and fell, intertwined with each other, and the buzzing sound gathered and formed a resonance, overwhelming the passionate soundtrack that was playing in the studio at this time, making the whole studio so noisy.
Master Bell from Australia was the first to notice that something was wrong. He needed about ten seconds to finish a pencil. It had been about a minute and a half since the start of the competition, and he had already finished ten pencils.
During a short pause, he could not help but look back at the big screen behind him. He happened to see a close-up of the pile of sharpened pencils that Chen Guang had placed on the table. "Watt?"
Then he turned his head again and saw that there was only one set of pencils left in Chen Guang's hand. That was ten pencils.
"F * ck! What happened? Has he finished ninety pencils? It's been less than a hundred seconds since the start of the competition! "
Mr. Bell was scared out of his wits.
He looked at Hiroto Aoyama again. Frankly speaking, "Ghost Hand" was indeed very strong. He had already finished more than twenty pencils, more than twice as fast as Bell himself. However, compared to Chen Guang, he was not at the same level at all.
Hiroto Aoyama was still focused. His face shone with confidence. However, compared to Chen Guang next to him, the more confident he was, the more pathetic he looked.
God, thought Bel, I must still be dreaming. Let me sleep for another hour so I won't have this ridiculous hallucination.
Poor Mr. Aoyama, poor fellows, poor me!
What kind of monster are we playing against?
What was the principle behind this?
In less than ten seconds, Chen Guang had already put down the last pencil in his left hand. He raised his right hand and said loudly, "I'm sorry, I've finished sharpening all my pencils. Can you bring me another two hundred pencils?"
Chen Guang's words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand ripples.
Hisato Aoyama was startled back to his senses. His hand trembled, and the tip of his sword even cut the tip of his left hand.
He raised his head blankly and turned to look at Chen Guang. His eyes slowly focused and then fell on the one hundred sharpened pencils in front of him.
"Baka! What is this? One hundred? Is it done? "
He raised his head to look at the countdown timer on the big screen. Only a hundred seconds had passed!
He then looked at the pencils in front of him. Twenty-three, which meant that he had sharpened one every 4.35 seconds. It was definitely an extraordinary performance.
But what did this b * stard do?
Why is this happening?
What happened?
This is completely different from what I thought!
Hisato Aoyama was stunned. He even forgot that he was in the middle of a competition. He subconsciously wanted to pick up Chen Guang's pencil and check it.
However, Chen Guang slapped his hand away. "Watch your hand. Don't touch my pen."
Fearing that Hisato Aoyama could not understand him, Chen Guang even deliberately spoke in Japanese.
Hisato Aoyama was stunned when he suddenly heard such standard Japanese. He then withdrew his hand in embarrassment and looked at his table. He kept reminding himself not to panic and not to be afraid. He was deliberately sharpening. He was just trying to scare me!
At that moment, the host, Dong Qing, ran back to Chen Guang with a box of pencils. The spare pencils were placed on the small table next to her. They did not have to wait for long.
Although he had already wasted more than ten seconds, Chen Guang did not care at all. He picked up the pencils and continued sharpening.
Alright, sharpening pencils was really boring. No matter how much he exaggerated, it was still the same.
He picked up the pen with his left hand and raised it in front of him. Then, he swung his right hand. The moment the tip of the knife and the tip of the pen touched each other, there was a brief pause. Then, the tip of the pen exploded.
He then threw the pen on the table and picked up another one. Bang! It exploded again. That was it.
The repetitive process was really boring. It was really boring. It was not cool at all. It was so boring that even with special effects, there was no way to save it.
Although ordinary people could not see his movements clearly, Hisato Aoyama was the Ghost Hand. As a former genius student of Ninja Canyon, his eyes were much sharper than ordinary people.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Chen Guang's pen.
He hoped that Chen Guang was sharpening it randomly, but his emotions told him that it was impossible.
In that instant, the powdery sawdust mixed with the black powder of the pen lead was too strange, too special, this was not the normal appearance of a damaged piece of paper.
Wait a minute. The moment the tip of his knife touched the tip of the pen, his hand seemed to have become blurry. It was like the old CRT TV when the voltage was unstable.
This was …
Chen Guang was about to put down the pen, but he felt uncomfortable being stared at by this guy. He turned around and looked at him. "You don't want to play anymore, do you? Are you going to sharpen it yourself? Why are you staring at me? Beg me, and I'll let you win. Are you bored? "
After that, Chen Guang ignored him and continued sharpening.
"This Hisato Aoyama is really pitiful. Ghost Hand? He looks like he's scared to the point of peeing his pants."
"You can't say that. He's really good. Even the movement of sharpening a pencil is so smooth."
"Whose side are you on? Are you from China? "
"F * ck, if I can change my nationality so easily, I'd really thank you! That Mud Blast is good, but he can't withstand Brother Almighty's One Slash! F * ck, I don't understand what's going on. "
"That's right. No matter how good Hisato Aoyama is, he's just an ordinary person. He's nothing. Brother Almighty's move is godlike in the game!"
The whispers in the audience grew louder, but this time, Director Wang did not jump out to remind everyone to calm down. He knew that nothing he said would work. At most, he could just silence them later.
Hisato Aoyama clenched his fists tightly. He was thinking hard.
I can't care about him anymore.
I have to control my own pace.
This must be an illusion. He must be playing with me!
Hisato Aoyama shook his head fiercely, then continued sharpening with all his might.
He did not notice that the other Smith Jewelry employees at the same long table had already put down their knives and pens. Instead, they turned their heads and stared blankly at the big screen behind them.
No one was filming Hisato Aoyama anymore. The big screen was filled with Chen Guang's boring movements. Thanks to the new high-speed camera that the Guinness program team had just replaced, after a series of emergency adjustments, a frame-by-frame analysis that had been slowed down a hundred times appeared on the big screen.
From the moment the tip of Chen Guang's knife touched the tip of the pen to the moment the tip of the knife moved away, the scene, which had lasted less than 0.3 seconds, was stretched to 30 seconds.
The audience could finally vaguely see the tip of the knife cutting through the wooden shell on the tip of the pen at an extremely fast speed, as if it was cutting through tofu.
The tip of the knife moved back and forth, then moved back and forth again. At the same time, the pencil was spinning in his left hand. However, everything happened too fast. Chen Guang's movements were very small, but the frequency was very fast. That was why the wooden shell showed signs of being cut into powder and then falling apart.
Then, with the help of Chen Guang, the regular tip of the pen broke free from the wooden shell and appeared in the air. The outline of the Eiffel Tower appeared in the air with four swishing sounds. What was truly terrifying was Chen Guang's movements.
His hand vibrated at a high frequency again. The tip of the knife was pressed against the tip of the pen, and the lines of the Eiffel Tower's support frame quickly appeared.
Every line was extremely clear and regular. Most importantly, this was a frame-by-frame analysis that had been sped up a hundred times, but it still looked very fast on the screen!
After 0.3 seconds, the hollow bottom of the tower was completely formed, and the perfect Eiffel Tower sculpture was fresh out of the oven.
This meant that Chen Guang only needed 0.3 seconds to sharpen a pen, and most of the rest of the time was wasted on picking up and putting down the pen.
When the slow-motion replay ended, the screen was restored to the scene of Chen Guang's knife and explosion.
The combination of fast and slow was particularly refreshing.
Everyone was finally sure that this guy was not messing around. This guy was really a completely unreasonable one-knife style!
At the moment, Takito Aoyama looked very pitiful.
He had no distractions in his mind, and his expression was focused. Every cut was methodical, and his movements were fast and precise. He was like a work of art.
However, it was of no use.
After the competition, if he found out that all the pencils that Chen Guang sharpened were qualified, he would probably start to doubt his life and go crazy.
If it were not for her veto power, Marianne Harding would probably have left early.
"Impossible, this must be an illusion. Otherwise, they must have cheated!" The upper-class lady, who was famous in the social circle, said through gritted teeth.
"Chairman …"
"Shut up, Powell, you piece of trash. Is this how you become a certification officer? How dare you cheat in front of us? "Mrs. Harding glared at Powell.
Powell's mouth twitched, and he was already cursing in his heart.
You are the one who thinks that this is your modeling circle in Europe and America. You want to hit on any handsome man you see, and when you can't hit on him, you make us run errands for you.
Alright, since this is within the rules of Guinness World, I will acquiesce.
Now, it is Chen Guang who is too scary, and the employees in your company are not capable at all, but you are throwing the problem at me?
Powell could not help but be angry. Mrs. Harding had been ordering him around for the past two days, and in the end, he was the one who was being humiliated by her. Don't go too far!
You are Marianne, not Elizabeth!
Finally, when the countdown reached the last second, Chen Guang stopped. He did not seem to have any abnormalities. His expression was calm, and his hands were in his trouser pockets.
In front of him were exactly 300 sharpened pencils.
Hiroto Aoyama's hands were trembling, and his face was pale. He reluctantly put down the knife in his hand. There were about 60 pens in front of him, but about 20 of them were cut.
He was reluctant to turn his head and look in Chen Guang's direction. He was afraid to see a nightmarish scene.
But he could not avoid it. From time to time, he would turn his head to look at Chen Guang's position like a thief, and then he would hold his forehead in pain.
I am seeing a ghost.
Time turned back, and his memory seemed to go back to yesterday. He was still lying in bed, discussing with his wife about opening another branch store.
Maybe I was too tired, so I fell asleep while talking. I must still be dreaming. That's right, when I wake up, this nightmare will be over.
Gradually, he felt his head become very heavy.
He became more and more absent-minded. He shook his head, and his eyes became misty. At that moment, the excited shouts of the nearly 1,000 audience members in the broadcast hall turned into the roar of a monster in a nightmare. It was deafening, as if it was sealed in his mind. It echoed everywhere, becoming more and more ear-piercing and loud, as if his head was about to explode.
I have lost.
I have completely lost.
I do not have the strength to struggle at all. I am not a match for this monster at all.
He is not human.
Yes, that's right. He is the demon in my dream.
I have lost to the demon in my dream.
It's okay. Let me have a good sleep, and I will disappear from this ridiculous stage.
He pressed his hands down on the table, and his knuckles turned white. He opened and closed his eyes, and his nose twitched. His expression was somewhat ferocious.
The two hosts did not know that Hiroto Aoyama was in an abnormal state. They stood on the stage again and began to invite the two certification officers, Powell and Bloom, to count and inspect.
In fact, this was completely meaningless. If Hiroto Aoyama was the person who controlled the world record, then Chen Guang was the god who had violently raised the world record by seven or eight times.
On the other side, the cameraman had already pushed the equipment over. The special microscopic camera randomly selected and focused on the 300 iron tower pencil refills. Every pencil was perfect and impeccable.
Chen Guang clapped his hands. He did not even bother to greet the others. He minded his own business and sat on the chair next to the contestants' resting area. He was about to cross his legs, but when he remembered that this was the recording of the show, he endured it.
Powell and Bloom had no choice but to take their magnifying glasses and go on stage. Even if they were unwilling to admit it, they could not simply say that Chen Guang's iron towers were not up to standard.
"Because there are too many pencils, we will use the method of random inspection. Mr. Bloom and I will each check 20 pencils. If there are 40 pencils in total, then Chen Guang's challenge will naturally be successful."
Powell just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible. He recalled what had happened earlier, and the look of disdain in Chen Guang's eyes when he had looked at him and Mrs. Smith.
Powell felt that they were clowns who were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws in front of God.
This was too ridiculous.
The challenge mode was a complete joke.
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