In the beginning, Feng Qiuyan had deliberately suppressed his speed and tried his best to maintain his speed at the Mortal stage to compete with Zhou Wen.
However, with the passage of time and the repeated failures in snatching the ball, Feng Qiuyan unconsciously increased his speed and competed with Zhou Wen at the Legendary stage.
However, this left Feng Qiuyan more and more alarmed. His Legendary speed was still inferior to Zhou Wen's. Even though his speed was much faster than Zhou Wen's, the training ground was only twenty meters wide. Zhou Wen stood in the middle and was only ten meters away from him.
With such a short distance, his speed advantage couldn't be fully displayed.
This wasn't the main reason. Although his speed advantage in short distances wasn't too obvious, an advantage was an advantage. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely be able to occupy an advantageous position first.
Even if he couldn't occupy an advantageous position, with his speed, he could still hit the ball before Zhou Wen.
However, Zhou Wen seemed to be able to predict the future. Every time the ball was spat out, Zhou Wen would already begin moving. By the time Feng Qiuyan saw the ball, it would be too late. It was useless to be faster. This left Feng Qiuyan extremely aggrieved.
What was even more unacceptable to Feng Qiuyan was that Zhou Wen had been gaming with his other hand when he was snatching the ball from him.
In the beginning, Feng Qiuyan thought that Zhou Wen was deliberately insulting him, but in fact, he didn't really put his mind on the game.
However, Feng Qiuyan later realized that Zhou Wen was really gaming. His gaze didn't even leave the game screen. It was as though snatching the ball from him was a casual act.
This fellow … So strong … Feng Qiuyan's forehead broke out in sweat as he stared at Zhou Wen's back. The contempt he had previously had completely vanished. Zhou Wen's back seemed to become much taller and more majestic in his eyes, like a city wall that would never be conquered.
Zhou Wen didn't pay any attention to Feng Qiuyan. He was immersed in his new discovery.
The Truth Listener earring gave him powerful hearing. When the ball was spinning in the machine, Zhou Wen could already hear it clearly. Therefore, he could know which outlet would spit out the ball ahead of Feng Qiuyan. He could also know the ball's trajectory and landing point ahead of time.
However, this wasn't the discovery that surprised Zhou Wen. What really surprised him was his train of thought.
Zhou Wen was an especially focused person. In the past, no matter what he did, he would be able to focus and not be disturbed by anything. Therefore, he would sometimes appear in a daze. It was as though he didn't react to anything others said.
In fact, it wasn't because he was stupid, but because he was so focused that he didn't hear what others were saying to him.
Now, Zhou Wen realized that he could still focus when doing things, but while focusing, he seemed to be able to handle other things at the same time. This feeling was hard to describe.
If an analogy had to be made, Zhou Wen's mind could be compared to a computer processor. In the past, Zhou Wen's brain was a single-core processor, but now, it was dual-core, allowing him to process more programs at the same time.
Of course, this was only a metaphor and not accurate. However, Zhou Wen could indeed hit all the balls while gaming. There didn't seem to be any mental interference between the two.
At the same time, Zhou Wen acutely realized that the Lost Immortal Sutra would circulate especially quickly when he was gaming and basketball. It was more than twice as fast as usual.
From the looks of it, this should be the effects of the Lost Immortal Sutra. Zhou Wen increasingly felt that the Lost Immortal Sutra's origins were extraordinary. However, he couldn't figure out why Jing Daoxian would give him such a powerful Primordial Energy Art for nothing. It didn't make sense to explain that he was pleasing to the eye.
Zhou Wen didn't know the origins of the Lost Immortal Sutra, so he naturally didn't know how terrifying it was. If it wasn't for his talent in focusing his psyche, he would have long been killed by the Lost Immortal Sutra. Even if he didn't die, he would have gone mad.
Even now, when Zhou Wen slept at night, he would still hear the murmurs echoing in his ears all night. If it were any ordinary person, it would be difficult for them to tolerate such harassment. Even if they didn't go mad, their temper would become especially irritable. However, Zhou Wen didn't.
Zhou Wen was immersed in his new discovery and the thrill of practicing using his hearing to fight, but Feng Qiuyan's expression turned uglier.
He had already used all his strength, but he still couldn't beat Zhou Wen. Although he had a chance of defeating Zhou Wen by summoning a Companion Beast, Feng Qiuyan's pride prevented him from doing so. He still relied on his physical strength to compete with Zhou Wen.
When Zhou Wen felt that he had enough practice today, he stopped to rest and was about to return when he turned to glance at Feng Qiuyan.
He couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
He recognized Feng Qiuyan, but Feng Qiuyan's current appearance was very different from before. Now, Feng Qiuyan was covered in sweat and constantly panting. His eyes were red like a rabbit's eyes as he looked at Zhou Wen, as though he would devour him at any moment. It nearly gave Zhou Wen a fright.
Feng Qiuyan wasn't really tired, but he was under too much psychological pressure. With his Legendary physique, he had actually lost to a Mortal stage. Furthermore, he had lost so miserably. With Zhou Wen still using one hand to game, he hadn't managed to snatch a single ball. The psychological pressure was unimaginable to outsiders.
If it wasn't for Feng Qiuyan's determination, anyone with a weaker will might have long had their confidence collapse.
The more Feng Qiuyan wanted to win, the more psychological pressure he felt. His mental exhaustion far exceeded his physical exhaustion.
"How did you do it?" Just as Zhou Wen imagined that Feng Qiuyan would pounce on him and bite him, Feng Qiuyan stared at him and suddenly asked.
"What do you mean, how did I do it?" Zhou Wen was slightly taken aback.
"How are you able to predict where the ball is going to land without looking at it?" Feng Qiuyan asked the question in his heart.
He was better than Zhou Wen in every aspect, but this was the only thing he lost to.
"Because of this." Zhou Wen pointed at his ear before picking up his coat on the chair and turning to leave.
Zhou Wen was referring to the Truth Listener earring on his ear, but Feng Qiuyan clearly misunderstood him. He thought that Zhou Wen was referring to his ear and instantly came to a realization. He muttered to himself, "So that's how it is. So he's not really gaming, but he's using the game to divert his attention and only uses his ears to listen to the ball. So that's how he trains. From the looks of it, the outside world says that he's a gaming otaku, but that's not the case. He works harder than anyone else. Gaming is also a form of cultivation."
Clearly, Feng Qiuyan had misunderstood Zhou Wen. In fact, gaming was Zhou Wen's main goal. Practicing his listening was just in passing.
"Zhou Wen, wait." Seeing that Zhou Wen had already walked out of the training ground, Feng Qiuyan suddenly chased after him as though he had just woken up from a dream.
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