"Hell!"

Mrs. Smith smacked herself up from the guest seat, "Cheat!

Powell and Bloom were also at a loss, they had carefully checked Chen Guang's pencils and knives before, it was definitely impossible to prepare special equipment in advance!

The audience was even more dazed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even the chairman of the Reflective Alliance, who believed that Chen Guang would definitely be able to pretend to succeed, looked confused, "Although I know that he has won, can anyone explain the principle to me?

The vice president thought for a long time, "This ...... Probably the realm of God?"

Due to the unusually large number of non-professional audiences in the studio hall, most of these first-time participants in the recording of the program do not know the rules, and the whispering voices come and go, intertwined with each other, and the buzzing sounds gather together to form a resonance, overpowering the passionate soundtrack that is being played in the studio hall at this time, making the whole studio seem so noisy.

Master Bell from Australia was the first to notice that something was wrong, he needed about ten seconds to complete a pencil, and from the start of the race to now, about a minute and a half now, he has completed ten pencils.

After a short break, he couldn't help but look back at the big screen behind him, and happened to see a large close-up of a pile of sharpened pencils placed by Chen Guang on the table, "Watt?"

Then he turned his head to look again, only to find that there was only the last set of pencils left in Chen Guang's hand that had not been moved, that is, ten.

"Fake! What's going on? Has he finished ninety games? It's been less than a hundred seconds since the game started!"

Mr. Bell was stupefied.

He looked at Boruto Aoyama's position again, and frankly said, the "Ghost Hand" is indeed very strong, and has completed more than twenty so far, more than twice as fast as Bell himself, but compared to Chen Guang, it is not at the same level at all.

Aoyama Boruto was still focused, his face flashing with confidence, but at this time, compared to Chen Guang next to him, the more confident he was, the more pathetic he was.

Bell thought to himself, God, I must still be dreaming, let me sleep for another hour so that I don't have this ridiculous hallucination.

Poor Mr. Aoyama, poor guys, poor me!

What kind of monster are we racing against?

How does this work?

Bell was stunned for less than ten seconds, but Chen Guang had already put down the last pencil in his left hand, and 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 stirred up a thousand waves with one stone.

Aoyama Boruto was suddenly awakened, his hand shook, and the tip of the knife even cut the tip of his left finger.

He raised his head with a blank face, turned his face to look at Chen Guang, his gaze slowly focused, and then fell on the entire hundred sharpened pencils that he had placed in front of him.

"Yaga, what is this? a hundred, done?"

He looked up at the countdown on the big screen again, and it was only a hundred seconds!

He looked at the pencils in front of him, twenty-three, which meant that he had completed one every 4.35 seconds on average, which was absolutely extraordinary.

But what the hell did he do with this bastard?

Why is this happening?

What happened?

It's not like I thought it would be!

Aoyama Boruto was stunned, he even forgot that he was playing now, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and pick up Chen Guang's pencil to check it.

Chen Guang slapped his hand away, "Take care of your hands, don't touch my pen." ”

For fear that he wouldn't understand, Chen Guang even deliberately used Japanese.

Suddenly hearing such standard Japanese, Boruto Aoyama was stunned, then withdrew his hand in a sneer, and then looked at his desk, constantly reminding himself in his heart, don't panic, don't be afraid, he is deliberately cutting around, he is scaring me!

At this time, the host Dong Qing had already trotted all the way back to Chen Guang with a box of pencils, and the spare pencils were placed on the small table next to him, but he didn't wait long.

Although more than ten seconds had been wasted, Chen Guang didn't care at all, but continued to pick up the pencil and began to sharpen it.

Well, sharpening a pencil is really boring, no matter how you blow the flowers, that's it.

Pick up the pen with his left hand, raise it in front of him, and then swing it out with his right hand, and the moment the tip of the knife touches the tip of the pen, there is a very brief pause, and then the tip of the pen explodes.

Throw the pen on the table again, pick one up, bang, blow it up again, it's done.

It's so boring, it's so boring, it's so boring, it's so boring, it's so boring that you can't save it with stunts.

Although ordinary people can't see his movements clearly at all, Boruto Aoyama, as a "ghost hand" and a former genius student of Ninja Canyon, his eyes are far sharper than ordinary people.

He squinted his eyes and stared at Chen Guang's refill.

He hoped in his heart that Chen Guang was messing around, but emotion told him that it was unlikely.

The powdery wood chips that were blown up in that moment and the black refill powder mixed in the wood chips were too weird and special, and this was not a normal peeled look at all.

And so on, the moment the tip of his knife touched the tip of the pen, it seemed that his hand had become a little blurry, just like the picture of the old CRT TV when the voltage was unstable.

This is......

Chen Guang was about to put down the pen, but he stared at this guy very uncomfortably, and turned his head to look at him, "You don't play, do you? You can't cut it yourself? Keep staring at me and making hair? Please, I'll let you? Are you bored?"

After speaking, Chen Guang stopped birding him and continued to cut his own.

"This Aoyama Boren is really miserable, and he is still a 'ghost hand', looking scared to pee. ”

"I can't say that, he's really good, just a pencil action gives people a smooth feeling. ”

"Which side are you on?" Are you Chinese?"

"Damn, I really thank you if you can change your nationality like this! This mud bombardment man is powerful, but he can't withstand the knife of the almighty brother! Nima, I can't figure out what happened at all, right?"

"That's right, no matter how powerful Boruto Aoyama is, he's just an ordinary person, and he's a ghost if he dies, and the almighty brother's hand is a super god when he gets it in the game!"

The exchange of words in the audience became more and more intense, but this time Director Wang did not jump out again to remind everyone to calm down, he knew that what he said would not work, and it was a big deal to silence it later.

Boruto Aoyama's fists clenched tightly, he thought desperately.

I can't care about him anymore.

I had to control my own pace.

This must be an illusion, he must be teasing me!

Boruto Aoyama shook his head fiercely, and then continued to slash with all his might.

He didn't notice that the other Smith Jewelry employees at the same long table had already put down their knives and pens, but turned their heads to stare blankly at the big screen behind them.

No one is filming Boruto Aoyama anymore, and Chen Guang's boring action has always been on the big screen, thanks to the new ultra-high-speed camera that the Guinness column team has just replaced, after a series of intensive emergency deployments, a frame-by-frame analysis picture that has been slowed down by a hundred times begins to appear on the big screen.

From the time Chen Guang's knife tip touched the tip of the pen, to the time when the tip of his knife waved away, the shot of less than 0.3 seconds was stretched to 30 seconds.

People finally got a glimpse of it, and the tip of the knife sliced through the wooden shell wrapped around the tip of the pen at a great speed like slicing tofu.

The tip of the knife retreated and retreated, and the pencil rotated in his left hand, but it all happened too quickly, and Chen Guang's movements were extremely small, but the frequency was extremely fast, causing the signs that the veneer was being sliced into powder and then falling apart.

Then, with the help of Chen Guang, the neat tip of the pen broke free from the shackles of the veneer and appeared in the air, and the outline of the Eiffel Tower jumped out with four knives, and what was really terrifying was Chen Guang's operation at this time.

His hand vibrated again at a high frequency, the tip of the knife against the tip of the pen, and as he pushed it up from top to bottom, the Eiffel Tower's iconic frame pattern quickly emerged.

Every line is extremely clear and regular, and most importantly, it's a frame-by-frame analysis that's a hundred-fold faster, but it still looks fast in the picture!

The whole process passed by 0.3 seconds, the hollow feet at the bottom of the tower were completely formed, and the perfect Eiffel Tower miniature carving handicrafts were freshly baked.

This means that it only takes 0.3 seconds for Chen Guang to cut out a pen, and most of the rest of the time is wasted on things like taking the pen and putting it down.

When the slow-motion replay ended, the picture returned to Chen Guang's slashing and exploding scene.

The combination of fast and slow makes the feeling extra sour.

Everyone is finally sure in their hearts that this guy is really not messing around, this thing is really a completely unreasonable knife!

At this time, the state of Aoyama Boruto looks extremely pitiful.

He has no distractions, his expression is focused, he has a sharp knife and an eye, and his movements are fast and precise, and he is like a work of art.

However, this is of no avail.

After the competition, if he finds that all the pencils sharpened by Chen Guang are really qualified, I am afraid that he will doubt his life and go crazy, right?

If it weren't for thinking about her veto, Mariana Smith would probably have left early.

"No way, this must be an illusion, or they must have cheated!" said the noblewoman who shook her social circle, gritting her teeth.

"Chairman ......"

"Powell, shut up, you shit, that's how you were the adjudicator, cheating in front of us?" Mrs. Smith glared at Powell viciously.

Powell's mouth twitched, and he began to curse in his heart.

It's you who treat this place as your model circle in Europe and the United States, and when you see a beautiful man, you want to flirt, but you can't move and let us run errands for you to embarrass him.

Well, for the sake of this is a matter of Guinness rules and regulations, I acquiesced.

Now it's obvious that Chen Guang is too terrible, and those employees in your company don't do anything at all, but you throw the problem on me?

I really can't help Powell not to be angry, Mrs. Smith has commanded him all over the past two days, but in the end she has humiliated her at will, don't go too far!

You are Marianna, not Elizabeth!

Finally, when the countdown came to the last second, Chen Guang stopped, he didn't look abnormal, his expression was calm, his face was like water, and his hands were smoothly in his trouser pockets.

In front of him were exactly three hundred sharpened pencils.

Aoyama Boruto trembled his hands, sweating profusely, his cheeks were pale, and he reluctantly put down the knife in his hand, and there were about sixty pens in front of him, but about twenty of them were cut off.

He was reluctant to turn his head to look in Chen Guang's direction, he was afraid of seeing the nightmarish scene.

But he couldn't avoid it after all, and from time to time he turned his face like a thief to look at the position of Chen Guang next to him, and then covered his forehead in pain.

Hell I lived.

Time goes back, and the memory seems to go back to yesterday, and I am still lying in bed, discussing with my wife to open another branch.

Maybe I'm too tired, so I fell asleep while chatting, I must still be in a dream now, yes, when I wake up, this nightmare will be over.

Gradually, he felt his head get heavy.

His spirit became more and more trance-like, shaking his head, his eyes were foggy, and the excited shouts of nearly a thousand viewers in the studio hall at this time turned into the roar of a monster in a nightmare, deafening, as if it was closed in his mind, echoing everywhere, more and more harsh, louder and louder, as if to explode his head alive.

I lost.

Lost completely?

I don't have the strength to struggle, and I'm no match for this monster at all.

He is not human.

Yes, that's right, he's the demon of my dreams.

I lost to the demon in my dreams.

It's okay, let me get a good night's sleep and I'll disappear from this ridiculous stage.

He pressed his hands down, propped himself on the table, his finger joints turned white, his eyes were open and closed for a while, his nose was stirring, and his expression was a little hideous.

The two hosts did not know that Hiroto Aoyama was in an abnormal state, and once again stood at the front desk and began to invite Powell and Bloom, two adjudicators, to count and check.

In fact, this is meaningless at all, if Aoyama Boto is the one who controls the world record, then Chen Guang is the god who raises the world record by seven or eight times.

The cameraman over there had already pushed the instrument and leaned over, and the special microscopic camera randomly selected the focus shooting among the 300 iron tower refills, and each one was so perfect and impeccable.

Chen Guang clapped his palms, didn't bother to say hello to others, and sat on the chair next to the contestant resting, ready to bend his legs, thinking that this was the scene of the show recording, he endured it.

Powell and Bloom had no choice but to take the stage with a high-powered magnifying glass, even if they didn't want to admit it in their hearts, they couldn't believe that the iron tower cut by Chen Guang was not up to standard.

"Because there are so many pencils, let's use the method of spot checking, and Mr. Bloom and I will each check twenty pencils, and if there are no problems with forty in total, then Chen Guang's challenge will naturally be successful. ”

Powell just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible, remembering what had happened before, and then remembering the disdainful look in Chen Guang's eyes when he looked at himself and Mrs. Smith.

Powell felt that his people were like clowns who were swaggering their teeth before God.

It's ridiculous.

Challenge mode is a joke at all. (To be continued.) )