When Yonekura woke up, he found himself in the infirmary.

He took out his phone and examined his face through the reflection of the screen, which should have been pumped to a bloated face.

There was no pain, no internal injuries, as if I hadn't played in this game.

He couldn't remember how he had fallen.

He just felt that the moment his gaze intersected with Wang Ling's, a huge emptiness and loneliness disturbed his spirit and made his thoughts stagnate.

Then, like that, Yonekura Weiming closed his eyes.

A showdown, like a dream......

"Classmate, are you awake?" The old aunt in the infirmary of the competition venue glanced at Yonekura Weiming.

"Doctor...... My hurt ......"

"You passed out during the game and you didn't have any injuries when you sent it in. However, it is not possible to determine the condition of your internal injuries for the time being, how is it, is there any discomfort? ”

"No ......"

Yonekura Weiming was surprised in his heart.

He was already uninjured when he was sent over?

It stands to reason that judging from the strength of his attack on himself, it should be impossible for him to recover so quickly.

"So, did Hou Lang-san do something?"

Yonekura Weiming was puzzled.

"Classmate, if you are not feeling unwell, please give up the bed...... There are still students waiting in line for treatment. ”

"Where is the game?" Yonekura Weiming was even more puzzled.

"Now there are 125 people, and 25 people will be selected for the main battle."

"You've already started the main battle?"

"Yes, it is said that the winner is determined by a competition of mental power. The classmate you fought against earlier was one of the twenty-five champions. The doctor said.

Yonekura Weiming understood.

He had also heard before that the 25 champions who were drawn were equal to the defenders, and as long as they could defend the spiritual attack of the random five people, they would be directly promoted.

As for the attacker, as long as the attack can be successful, you can become the new champion, and after becoming the new champion, you can continue to defend the attack of four people to complete the promotion.

According to the rules of this closed-door competition, there are only 50 places to advance in this round.

In other words, the top 50 players will advance to the next round.

"How's the situation with Hou Lang Sang......

"Behind closed doors, how do I know." The doctor sighed.

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the door.

Micang Weiming was stunned for a moment, got out of bed and walked towards the door of the infirmary.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him......

Because it's in the hallway in front of the infirmary.

Those who had passed out were lying on the ground like sardines......

"What the hell is this!?"

Yonekura Weiming was like a piece of wood, stunned by the scene in front of him.

About 90 percent of these lying people were sent by Wang Ling.

Because, all those who fought against the king's order.

Eventually, they all closed their eyes......

Successfully advanced to the one-tenth group stage.

Wang Ling's fluctuating heart finally fell more than half.

He didn't expect that the link of the main station would be decided by a spiritual battle......

On the contrary, this is what Wang Ling is good at, compared to physical touch, the mental output is actually relatively less harmful.

Coupled with the restriction of having a one-time talisman on his body, the damage of mental fighting can almost be ignored.

For example, in the guarding link of being the champion, Wang Ling only needs to sit upright and calculate the function in his head.

Whoever dared to invade his spiritual space would immediately be entangled in countless parabolas in his head, and then crashed on the spot......

According to the memories of the personnel who woke up after the battle with Wang Ling.

Because the calculations of the brain were so complex at the time, they could no longer remember what had happened...... I just feel like my mind is clouded by large parabolas and mathematical symbols......

And after waking up, they didn't even have a trace of failure.

On the contrary, I felt very guilty that I didn't learn math well.

So in the middle of the game, some rumors spread.

"Hou Lang Sang...... A magical man! In the process of the competition, they were all calculating math problems......"

"Hou Lang Sang is really a very gentle man, I heard that Rice Cang Wei Ming was injured, and Hou Lang Sang was also cured. He actually healed his own opponents. ”

"No wonder so many people have joined the Grey Cult, I see! This is an amazing man! ”

"So now the Nine Dao and Gray Sect branches are still recruiting? I'm good at Chinese and math. ”

Wang Ling: "......"

……

In the Infinite Galaxy, the original monk was playing backgammon with the fierce pair.

The first game of chess, before the game was finished, the monk turned to his "swastika" to cast the picture of the king's order competition on the earth into the void.

He wished that the monk would leave after playing this game with him.

However, he saw that the picture cast in the void was a game of Wang Ling, and the speed of the falling son was deliberately slowed down a lot.

He pretended to be thinking seriously about the chess game, looking like he didn't care at all, but in fact he was quietly watching Wang Ling's every move with his spare eyes.

"Hide, you're really not frank."

The monk couldn't help laughing: "If you want to see it, just look at it generously." What the poor monk has is time. ”

frowned: "Monk, you should know who he is......

"Don't talk nonsense, the poor monk doesn't know."

The golden lantern monk fiddled with the Buddha beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his expression looked extremely mysterious: "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you......"

He was silent for a while, but only said three words: "Mysterious things." ”

The monk smiled: "Whimsical idea. ”

He let out a long breath: "But apart from this, I really can't think of the origin of his power." ”

"Destiny is still locked up there, so it can't be him."

The Golden Lantern Monk shook his head and said, "I once thought of many possibilities, but in the end I rejected them all. Do you see this swastika of the poor monk? At the beginning, in order to test his identity, he only peeked at his outline, and he blinded the swastika of the little monk's thousand-year-old pupil power. ”

"There is such a thing."

Hideous, and Peng Xiren on the side heard this, and the expressions on their faces were stunned.

They had never heard the monk mention it.

"That's too exaggerated, monk......"

Although the vicious man had just been deflated under Wang Ling's hands, he still didn't believe that Wang Ling would be so powerful......

I always felt that the monk's remarks were a bit exaggerated.

"If you don't believe me, you can try." The monk smiled: "Now, you can enter the real person's brain and take a look." Try to invade with mental power. ”

"What conspiracy do you have......" The hideous expression was a little alarmed.

"It's just a response to your doubts, practice is the truth, isn't it? If you are afraid, the poor monk also understands. After all, poor monks are also afraid. The monk smiled.

"Oh, just try! Try it! He snorted.

……

……

……

After a few seconds......

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a moment......