While his strength was growing rapidly, Lin Yao clearly felt that the most important factor in his rapid improvement in strength was not the Heavenly Thunder talent but the Armored Body Of Light, which had nothing to do with thunder and lightning.
Among Lin Yao's many talents, the Heavenly Thunder talent was the stepping stone. Light Adjustment allowed Lin Yao to evolve faster. Project Thunder God was a broad road that allowed Lin Yao to reach the end without exploring.
However, without the Armored Body Of Light, even if he had all of the above, Lin Yao would only be able to persist for more than 10 minutes a day. He would have to rest for more than 10 days after each development. It was hard to estimate how long it would take for him to reach the end.
It was the healing effect of the Armored Body Of Light that allowed Lin Yao to lie in the experimental institute for a day and receive strong electric current stimulation every day. In fact, even Light Adjustment was an additional ability of the Armored Body Of Light.
'The Armored Body Of Light is the foundation of my strength. '
Of course, his other skills were also good. The combination of several talents and Project Thunder God allowed Lin Yao to advance at a speed far beyond ordinary people's imagination. More importantly, this kind of rapid advancement only required electricity and sunlight. It did not require a lot of resources.
'Light and thunder abilities are still the best. Even if other rich and powerful children are talented, they will have to spend millions or even tens of millions of yuan per month to progress like me. It's so cool to advance quickly without spending money. '
On this day, Lin Yao fought a small battle and then spent his time being stimulated by endless electric current. He watched as his strength improved little by little. Qin Ya was nowhere to be seen for the whole day. She seemed to be interviewing members of the foundation and building an organizational framework.
The next day, the team battle to advance to three out of the top six was held. There were four strong teams in the team battle: Lin Yao, the Ultimate Boxing Team, Xiao Shi from No. 1 High School, another team led by an ordinary warlord, and the last two teams led by prospective warlords.
Among the six teams, Lin Yao had originally thought that he would face the Ultimate Boxing Team or another team led by an ordinary warlord. However, the final result was beyond Lin Yao's expectations. He was actually facing a team led by a prospective warlord, and this prospective warlord team was not even the strongest.
No. 1 High School had not gone easy on them, but they had been overconfident. Their slightly stronger martial artist team had been defeated when they had attacked the Ultimate Boxing Team in the early stages. The remaining teams were in the middle, so they had survived.
The difference in strength between them and Lin Yao was like heaven and earth. Needless to say, the final result was obvious. Lin Yao did not use any ultimate moves. He merely unlocked the gene lock and defeated five people.
Next, it was the Ultimate Fist Team versus the ordinary team. Naturally, this was also a crushing victory.
In the final round, Xiao Shi's team did not fight with the other team from No. 1 High School. Both teams suffered 'casualties'. Since they were from the same force, they reorganized their teams according to the rules of the team competition. Since then, the two warlords from No. 1 High School had been reorganized into the same team.
"Team reorganization. Is this how No. 1 High School responds? Speaking of which, if I wasn't so arrogant and had four Champions form a team, it would be really troublesome for me. "
Anyone who could become a warlord at a young age was not a weakling. Even Wu Sheng, who had provoked Lin Yao, had not retreated when Lin Yao had transformed into an angel. Instead, he had pressed forward. At the same time, although it was immoral to trample on others, one had to admit that this person was very enterprising.
The new team was still led by Xiao Shi, and there was one more warlord. The remaining two teams were naturally the team from No. 4 High School led by Lin Yao and the team from the Ultimate Boxing Federation.
At this point, there were only nine people left in the individual competition and three in the team competition.
At first, Lin Yao felt uncomfortable when he saw such a team allocation.
\ 'Why isn\'t it a whole number but an odd number? It\'s not easy to form a team to fight, right?\'
This was Lin Yao\'s doubt. The random selection on the third day made Lin Yao realize that something was fishy.
That day was the individual competition for the top four out of nine. Since there was an odd number of people, some people could win directly without fighting.
Needless to say, Lin Yao had already understood what could be done when he heard the rules.
\ 'Is this a channel for people to advance directly?\'
He had guessed right. This was indeed a channel for people to advance directly. In the past, people would spend a lot of money to buy this slot. However, the situation was different this time. Due to Qin Ya\'s guidance on the Internet, everyone felt that the competition was being manipulated, which caused public dissatisfaction.
In addition, No. 1 High School could not protect itself, so they did not dare go overboard. The final result of the random selection made Lin Yao feel a little speechless. He was the one who would advance directly.
\ 'What does this mean?\'
Lin Yao shook his head speechlessly. He did not need to fight. He did not even watch the subsequent duels. Instead, he went straight to the research institute to undergo in-depth electric current stimulation.
After more than two hours of continuous physical development with strong electric current, Lin Yao barely recovered some energy after resting for an hour. At this time, Qin Ya finally appeared in front of him.
"You advanced directly today."
"Well, I\'m lucky."
"It\'s not luck. This is No. 1 High School\'s strategy. They have already fought back."
As she spoke, Qin Ya opened the notebook she had brought. From it, Lin Yao could see that the trend on the Internet had changed. Initially, the public had been criticizing No. 1 High School angrily. However, due to Lin Yao\'s direct advancement and the strong public opinion a few days ago, some people said that Lin Yao was afraid of the Ultimate Boxing Team and had led the public to slander No. 1 High School.
There were even people who said that the reason why he was able to advance directly without having to fight was because he had been guided here a few days ago.
However, they were right. If it had not been for the guidance a few days ago, No. 1 High School would have definitely taken over this slot.
"Since you advanced directly, No. 1 High School now has the initiative. No. 1 High School will let you fight against the Ultimate Boxing Team in tomorrow\'s team battle. The netizens on the Internet will not say anything."
Qin Ya frowned, but Lin Yao\'s reaction was indifferent.
"Oh."
"Aren\'t you worried?"
"I am." Upon seeing the frown on Qin Ya\'s face, Lin Yao laughed. "Your strategy is very good, but it is too much of a strategy. For me, as long as I am strong enough, all schemes and strategies will be futile."
"I will use my strength to crush everything."
Lin Yao did not want to care about thousands of schemes and plots. He did not want to ask about them. He was only prepared to break them with force.
Upon seeing Lin Yao\'s confident expression and listening to his arrogant words, Qin Ya was stunned for a moment. She only reacted after a few seconds.
"I am overthinking things. Since it is inevitable, let\'s fight. Qin Xue, log into Lin Yao\'s Weibo account and issue a declaration of war. "
Qin Ya was good at packaging. After confirming that Lin Yao was confident, Qin Ya responded to Lin Yao\'s Weibo account on Lin Yao\'s Weibo account. At the same time, she attached a photo of Lin Yao punching with all his might.
"Martial artists only fight. I don\'t want to ask who my opponent is. I only want to know if you are strong enough!"
A positive response was still very effective. At the very least, the doubts on the Internet were swept away. Many people felt their blood surging with excitement when they heard Lin Yao\'s words. In a very short time, tens of thousands of people followed Lin Yao\'s Weibo account, and there were thousands of comments below it.
However, when some hot-blooded teenagers who liked to fight gathered on this Weibo account because of Lin Yao\'s words, they were dumbfounded when they saw the thousands of comments.
They were not the only ones. Lin Yao was the same. After posing for the photo, he lay on the bed again and received shallow electric current stimulation. This stimulation was not strong. He had time to browse the Internet and found thousands of comments below his Weibo account. He opened it curiously, wanting to see what those people were saying.
However, after reading a few comments, Lin Yao covered his face with one hand, feeling extremely ashamed.
He could not be blamed for feeling this way. Few of the many comments were talking about the fight. All of them were talking about Lin Yao\'s figure.
"What a perfect figure. I really want to add one."
"Does anyone know this handsome man\'s phone number? I want to buy him at a high price."
"Handsome man, do you want to teach?"
"His Excellency One Sword is so handsome."
"Are you looking for an assistant? The salary is free, food and accommodation are self-provided, and you can sleep with me."
"How vulgar. How dare you sell your body? I … I want to look good."
The stylist hired by Qin Ya had already arrived. When posing for the photo, the stylist not only made Lin Yao tense his body to reveal his perfect figure, but she also splashed some water on Lin Yao, making him feel tempted to get wet.
Lin Yao did not like this kind of thing, so he looked indifferent. However, this indifferent expression made the lines on Lin Yao\'s face look even more handsome. When he punched and tensed up his body, even Lin Yao felt that he looked perfect.
\ 'Why am I so handsome?\'
These were extremely shameless words, but they were Lin Yao\'s true thoughts when he saw his photo. If he felt this way, it was needless to say that the girls felt the same way. Men were not the only ones who loved beauty.
Countless little girls went crazy because of this photo, and all the followers on Weibo were girls. They were talking about Lin Yao\'s face and did not care about the fight at all.
However, Lin Yao, who was extremely ashamed, only wanted to delete it.
"Delete it."
"Give me a reason."
"This is considered selling my body. Is it necessary?"
Qin Ya did not respond to Lin Yao\'s question directly. Instead, she talked about the dojo spokesperson.
"A dojo took the initiative to approach you a few days ago because you became famous. The price this morning was one million yuan a year. After your photo was posted just now, the price has increased to three million yuan."
"…"
Lin Yao opened his mouth. After a long time, he let out a sigh.
\ 'So, the money I earn with my face is three times more than my combat power?\'
After carefully observing Lin Yao and making sure that he would not go crazy, Qin Ya said, "Putting your potential aside, half of the one million yuan is also because of your face. After all, you are participating in a competition in a small city. Even if you become the champion, normally speaking, you can only earn 50,000 to 600,000 yuan a year as an agent of a dojo."
It was easy for celebrities to earn money, but that was only for A-list celebrities who were famous in the country. There were hundreds of cities in China, and almost every city had a competition. This was the country\'s way of screening and cultivating talented teenagers. Therefore, there were hundreds of champions a year. As a result, the value of a champion was much lower.
Seeing that Lin Yao was sighing even more heavily, Qin Ya did not comfort him. "Don\'t you want to make money anymore?"
"Yes, I will do as you say."
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