Since the position of Class 13 of the seventh year was relatively far away from the ring, by the time Han Feng passed through the stands, the five rings had already started to play. Under each ring, there are many students standing, all of whom are waiting to participate in the challenge.

The passage from the stands to the arena is guarded by elite warriors in armor at the entrance, and only students participating in the competition are allowed to pass through. These were all real iron-blooded soldiers, exuding a chilling momentum, and Han Feng guessed that these people were all elites from the Angry Waves Legion. Although they were just standing there, it made Han Feng feel unprecedented pressure.

Seeing Han Feng coming over, the officer led by him stepped forward to stop him and said politely, "Hello, please show your voucher!" Although it seemed random, he consciously or unintentionally cooperated with several soldiers behind him to firmly block the way. Looking at the posture of several people as if they were facing a great enemy, if someone chooses to break through, they will inevitably be attacked like a storm at the first time.

Han Feng spread his hands, signaling that he had no malicious intent, and then took out his crystal and handed it to several people. He could feel that the strength of each of these soldiers was far superior to his own. Either one, you can easily beat yourself.

However, these warriors did not let up because of this, and their hands remained firmly grasped by their weapons, maintaining a state of alertness. The leading officer took Han Feng's crystal, closed his eyes and began to use his magic power to perceive the information contained in the crystal. Soon, he opened his eyes again and asked Han Feng, "Han Feng from Class 13 of the seventh year, right?"

Han Feng smiled slightly, nodded and confirmed, "That's right!"

The officer stared at Han Feng for a while, and after confirming that it was correct, he waved his hand and motioned for everyone behind him to get out of the way. He handed the crystal back to Han Feng: "Thank you for your cooperation, you can go in now." According to the message on the crystal, you are assigned to ring three. Our people will take you there. Finally, good luck!"

After taking the crystal, Han Feng sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, then I will trouble you!"

The officer at the head nodded to Han Feng, turned around and ordered loudly, "Li Hai, you are responsible for bringing this classmate to the third ring." ”

"Yes, Captain. The soldier whose name was called saluted the officer with a standard military salute and replied crisply. Then, he walked up to Han Feng and said politely, "Classmate, please follow me!" After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the passage. Han Feng thanked the soldiers again, and then quickly followed the young soldier named Li Hai.

After Li Hai led Han Feng through the passage, he came to a competition venue similar to the Colosseum. Li Hai didn't go any further, but pointed to one of the rings and said to Han Feng, "I'll send it here! Look, that one is the third ring." ”

"Thank you!"

After thanking Li Hai, Han Feng straightened his clothes and walked in the direction of the No. 3 ring step by step. To be honest, Han Feng's heart is very nervous now. Because his personality is not a person who likes to be in the limelight, this is the first time he has appeared in the limelight. In the stands around him, there were waves of sound that were constantly rising, making Han Feng involuntarily nervous.

Calm down!

Han Feng kept silently reciting in his heart, intending to forcibly calm himself down! He pretended to be unfazed and walked under the No. 3 ring. There were a number of students standing scattered around the ring, all of whom were supposed to be contestants assigned to ring three. Han Feng's arrival didn't attract anyone's attention, as they were all watching the fight on the field intently. Even if they found out about Han Feng's arrival, they wouldn't care too much. In the college, S-level and A-level classes often interact with each other, and students get to know each other. And Han Feng is a fresh face, so naturally he will not be a student in the S-level class or A-level class. For the pride of their children, as long as they are not students in the S-level class or A-level class, there is no threat at all.

Han Feng also knows the thoughts of these top students, and he is even happier to do so. The more he is overlooked, the better his chances of qualifying. Although there is a fifteen-minute break after each game, if you are injured, you can't recover in 15 minutes.

The battle in the ring was between an S-class student and an A-class student. The fire-type magic apprentice whose strength had reached the second-order high level had completely suppressed the earth-type magic apprentice opposite. One after another, fireballs the size of a basketball continued to shatter the blocking earth shields, and the earth magic apprentices had no power to fight back, so they could only keep releasing one earth shield after another, so as not to be hit by the fireballs. Even so, the fireball gradually pressed towards the earth magic apprentice.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"······

The fireball is getting closer and closer to the earth mage. Everyone could see that if there was no accident, the earth mage would lose this game. Sure enough, after continuing to resist stubbornly for a few rounds, the earth mage could only bow his head and admit defeat in the end.

It is undeniable that this fire mage is still quite strong. After defeating several challengers in a row, no one came to the stage to challenge him for a while.

Five minutes passed quickly, and according to the rules, the fire mage had the authority to designate the next challenger. His gaze kept wandering around, and finally landed on Han Feng's body. When the two looked at each other, the fire mage also showed a triumphant smile.

Treat me like a soft persimmon?

Han Feng smiled bitterly, this plan to wait until the end to make a move was in vain. Under the gaze of the others, Han Feng spread his hands indifferently, and then jumped into the ring. Stepping into the ring for the first time, Han Feng was still a little nervous. He pretended to be relaxed and walked up to the referee and handed over his crystal.

The referee motioned for Han Feng and the fire magician to prepare, and then announced loudly: "This match between Zheng Xiong from Class 1 of Year 7 vs. Han Feng from Class 13 of Year 7 has begun!" After speaking, the referee quickly stepped back and let the ring out.

The fire magician named Zheng Xiong didn't rush to attack, he looked at Han Feng contemptuously, and teased in a weird way: "Class 13? Isn't that a C-level class? Why are the people from the C-level class in the school selection competition also coming to join in the fun? With a waste of this level like the C-level class, it's better to admit defeat early." I won't show mercy to you because you're weak, and I'll regret it when you get hurt. ”

Han Feng has never been a submissive person. He sneered and sneered, "Is the S-class class dedicated to cultivating SB? There can be someone as naïve as you." Can't you just stop pretending? I already knew you were hurt. ”

Zheng Xiong's face changed, and he was even more shocked in his heart: he was indeed injured in the last game, so he chose Han Feng, a fresh face, as his opponent. He wanted to win this one with minimal effort so he would have fifteen minutes to recuperate from his injuries. Under such a premise, it is undoubtedly the best choice to be able to make the opponent abstain. Therefore, he chose to use words to destroy the confidence of his opponent in order to achieve the effect of victory without a fight. However, what he didn't expect was that the opponent who didn't look amazing actually saw through his disguise. It seems that this Han Feng, who has never heard of him, is not a simple person.

Zheng Xiong fixed his mind and looked at Han Feng seriously: "It seems that I underestimate you." Please forgive me for my previous rudeness. I'm Zheng Xiong in Class 1 of the Year 7, a second-order fire magic apprentice. ”

Han Feng replied lightly: "Class 13 of the seventh year, Han Feng, second-order ice magic apprentice. ”

Zheng Xiong nodded, and put on a fighting posture: "Although I don't know how you can tell that I am injured, I also don't know what level of your strength has reached. However, I have a hunch that you will be a formidable opponent. ”

"Powerful opponent, are you sure?" Han Feng was a little unimpressed.

"That's right. Zheng Xiong grinned and said seriously: "I don't know why I have this premonition for a student in a C-level class. None of that matters, though. The most important thing now is to defeat you. I'm sure it's going to be a good game. ”

Han Feng didn't answer, but the cold air surging all over his body had already given the best answer.

Becoming the focus of everyone for the first time, although Han Feng didn't care much about what others thought of him, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The strange thing is that when he really entered the combat state, he actually entered the best state in an instant. Factors other than his opponent could no longer affect him.

Han Feng had never fought against someone from the S-class class, and his knowledge of them was limited to the few battles just now. Faced with this situation, Han Feng decided to strike first, and by the way, he tested the opponent's strength.

The cold air surged between his hands, and the ice bullet that Han Feng used most easily shot straight out. This was just a small temptation, and these most basic ice bombs simply couldn't cause too much trouble for Zheng Xiong.

Sure enough, Zheng Xiong tried his best to avoid as many ice bombs as possible while holding up a fire shield that burned with raging flames. On this shield made of flames, the crimson flames condensed together, making it look like a real thing. The ice bomb, which was made entirely of ice, hit the fire shield and was dissipated without a mere "snort".

"Han Feng, is that all you have the ability to dodge?" After holding up the fire shield, Zheng Xiong didn't dodge anymore and began to concentrate on preparing magic. While mobilizing the magic power in his body, he still had the mind to chat with Han Feng: "This kind of attack, but even my defensive magic can't break it!"

Zheng Xiong's right hand was weak, and a fireball gradually appeared in his hand, which was the fireball technique he used to defeat his opponent in the previous games. Fireball is different from Ice Bullet, but it is a serious second-order magic. After condensing the fireball, Zheng Xiong grinned at Han Feng and said, "You can also try my attack." ”

After speaking, Zheng Xiong waved his hand and smashed the fireball the size of a football at Han Feng. This is not over, after the fireball got out of his hand, he simply didn't do anything and continued to smash the fireball towards Han Feng. It seems that he wants to seize the opportunity and suppress Han Feng with firepower. Although he was injured, if he could use magic to suppress Han Feng, he still had a good chance of winning.

Han Feng was not a fuel-efficient lamp, the cold air was surging, and an ice shield appeared out of thin air. Unlike ordinary magicians, Han Feng's ice shield was not suspended in the air out of thin air, but used cold ice to directly fix the ice shield on his arm. After holding up the ice shield, Han Feng did not choose to dodge, but instead held the ice shield towards the fireball.

"Boom!"

The blazing fireball slammed into the ice shield, exploding into fine sparks, and the hard ice shield became precarious under the bombardment of the fireball. The red flames shining on the white ice are extraordinarily magnificent. Fire magic is known as the most destructive magic, and it is not for nothing. Even if the ice shield has been propped up, it is equally uncomfortable to resist a fireball technique.

Han Feng only felt a strong force coming, and the whole person was pushed backwards, and his left hand was also shaken numb. However, Zheng Xiong's attack was not so simple, and before he could gain a foothold, a fireball smashed again. Han Feng looked at the ice shield in his hand, which was already full of cracks, and knew that with the ice shield, he would definitely not be able to block this fireball. However, Han Feng didn't plan to continue to hit hard, dodging the fireball as quickly as possible.