"After the discussion of the three of us, in order to minimize the probability of suffering from sequelae and at the same time maximize the success rate, this surgery will not perform ordinary general anesthesia, but a conscious craniotomy."

The black doctor, who was wearing a white lab coat and had a shiny head, said kindly, "During the operation, although your body is anesthetized, your consciousness will be awake, so we will chat with you non-stop and ask some questions, and when the time comes, you can answer truthfully, have I made it clear?"

"Clear."

Lei Yao, who was lying on the operating table and couldn't open his eyes because of the operating lamp, squinted and responded.

But then, as if he remembered something, he turned his head to look at the other two doctors standing beside the operating table—a yellow-skinned old man, and a white-skinned youth.

"That's... I don't speak English very well..."

Lei Yao said weakly, "When the surgery is later, can you let this old gentleman be responsible for communicating with me?"

"The nest will be Hong Kong Cantonese and English, don't you know how to make ordinary hair, pretty boy~"

The old gentleman spread his hands helplessly, "Introduce the old black who learned Chinese medicine many years ago, and the ordinary hair is very good, it's completely OK~"

"It's okay, you close your eyes when you have surgery later, and if you can't see my face, you're not afraid that your English will be bad."

The black doctor patted Lei Yao on the shoulder, signaling that he was reassured.

「...」

After being silent for a while, Lei Yao still decided to hold his hand: "That... When I had surgery, would it make a difference if I listened to the commentary?"

"If you feel like it's going to help you stay focused, that's great."

"Great, that..."

"Stop scolding, stop scolding..."

The black doctor interrupted with a wry look in his eyes.

「... Oh, I'm sorry."

...

"It's so exciting! It's so hot-blooded! Zhang Tingzhen from Longya Middle School and Han Feng from Lingfeng Middle School have been fighting fiercely for dozens of rounds, and they still haven't decided the winner! This kind of performance, even in the entire history of the martial arts league, is quite explosive!"

Just listening to the voice, you can imagine that at this moment, the commentator's face turned red with excitement, "As a sign of respect, I think it is necessary for me to reintroduce these two contestants to you!"

Zhang Tingzhen, born in an ancient martial arts family, is said to have traced back to Zhang Fei, the general of the Three Kingdoms, and made a snake spear in one hand.

At the age of 15, he awakened his affinity in advance, worshiped Wudang Guan and became a lay disciple, and was taught the thunder method.

Han Feng, the son of Han Qingshuang, the owner of the Rin Feng Dao Pavilion, awakened affinity at the age of 14, and is currently the first person in Minfu Province to awaken the affinity record.

But he is the chosen son of fate, with his outstanding talent, he has always been a nightmare for children of the same age, and his performance on the field at this moment is enough to prove that he is worthy of the name of heavenly pride!"

Under the introduction of the commentator, the two people who fought fiercely on the field separated again.

Zhang Tingzhen, who was burly, stretched out his hand to gently comfort the tall horse under the seat, which was covered in black, with four hooves swirling with electricity, and lightning-like horns on his forehead.

….

Then, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity: "Han Feng, I have to admit that among the younger generation, you are the most talented person I have ever met."

"Passing the prize."

Han Feng bowed his head slightly with a cold face, and also reached out to caress the frostwing warlord.

"If you were to fight me a year from now, I would probably be beaten to the ground."

The corners of Zhang Tingzhen's lips were slightly hooked, and the words changed: "It's a pity, it's better to be born early than to be born well, one year older than you is enough to crush you!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked the reins and signaled the Thunderhorn Pony to charge.

Suddenly, the surrounding thunder converged, countless small electric snakes swam, and the ground appeared

Black marks and crackling sounds are endless.

Under the thunderstorm, the venue was illuminated brightly, and it was difficult to see the original person and horse clearly, and it was difficult to judge even which direction it was.

[Racial Ability Activation: Thunder and Lightning!] 】

[Wrapped in thunder around the body, stimulating the body to reach extreme speed, blinding caused by electric flashing, greatly ensuring the hit rate under high-speed sprints. 】

"Whistling wind whips thunder and subdues all demon spirits!"

In the snow-white vision, the deep voice that came from nowhere, as if the thunder was descending to earth and would punish the sins of the world with thunder.

'Boom——,

The sharpness of the thunder directly tore the air out of a vacuum, making a loud roar, and stabbing towards Han Feng's chest.

【Secret Technique: Thunder and Demon Suppression!】 】

[The supreme Yuqing King, wearing his hair and riding a unicorn. Based on the thunder skill 'Rachel', it is modified as if the portrait of the god of the thunder department is subdued, and it is secretly in line with the will of heaven in the dark, and it is wrapped in the power of infinite thunder! 】

"The shirt is stained with blood, the blood stains the mountain, and the cold bones are white under the white bones!"

Han Feng's eyes were cold, and between the low chantings, a wisp of white mist rose faintly above the tip of the spear.

I saw a little cold light coming first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, straight to meet the endless thunder.

[Secret Technique: Cold Bone White!] 】

'Bang——,

The next moment, the electricity burst out, the cold mist filled the air, and a huge roar spread throughout the audience, and countless dust stirred up.

Looking at the venue, half of the charred black marks and half of the frost frozen, as if a strong wind was passing through and it was a mess.

Looking at the demon spirits again, they are all turning on their backs, trying many times, and it is difficult to stand up.

Looking at the people at the end, Zhang Tingzhen's face was pale, and Han Feng's hands were shaking like a sieve.

The only similarity is that they each have a protective shield around their bodies - the referee triggers the protection mechanism on both of them.

Who loses and who wins?

This question rose in the minds of the audience, and all eyes looked at the referee.

Not only the audience, but also Ling Feng and the dragon tooth members who did not play, all of them hung their hearts.

"The protection mechanism of the dragon's tooth side is triggered first, and this round of the game, Ling Feng, win!"

The referee took two steps towards the field and raised his hand to wave towards Han Feng.

As soon as the verdict was announced, the audience boiled.

In the waiting area on Ling Feng's side, the private person immediately breathed a sigh of relief, while on the dragon's tooth side, his face was full of disbelief.

Zhang Tingzhen, who was no longer holding on, also sat down on the ground all of a sudden, looked at Han Feng and smiled bitterly: "I retract the evaluation I made of you just now, I didn't expect that in just one week, you have grown so much, your talent is even more extraordinary than I imagined..."

"Passing the prize."

"Why are you so modest? In terms of talent, among the young people I have met, there is no one who can surpass you, and there are very few who can even match you."

Zhang Tingzhen sincerely sent out an invitation, "Do you want to consider coming to Dragon's Tooth? If you lead the team next year, maybe our Minfu province will be able to compete for the position of national champion."

"Nope."

"I mean it, and it's not for my own sake, after all, I will graduate in June this year, and even if you come to Dragon's Tooth, I won't be able to touch your light next year."

Zhang Tingzhen tirelessly persuaded, "Ling Feng's wind and waves are too small, not enough for you, a golden-scaled true dragon."

"I just said that the award is not modesty."

Han Feng replied seriously, "If you think that I am the first of my generation, then I can only say that you have seen too few people, at least among the peers I know, there is one that I have never defeated."

「... Ling Feng will only drag you down, I'm not talking about the future, but now."

"I'd love to."

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