When Yonekura Weiaki woke up, he found himself in the infirmary.
He took out his phone and looked at his face through the reflection on the screen. The face that should have been bloated by the slap was completely restored.
There was no pain, no internal injuries, as if he had never participated in this game.
He could no longer remember how he fell.
He just felt that the moment his eyes met Wang Ling's, a huge emptiness and loneliness disturbed his spirit, causing his thoughts to stagnate.
Then, Yonekura Weiming just closed his eyes.
A duel is like a dream...
"Classmate, are you awake?" The old aunt in the infirmary at the competition venue glanced at Yonekura Weiming.
"Doctor...my injury..."
"You passed out during the game. There was no external injury at all when you were sent here. However, it is not yet possible to determine your internal injuries. How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No……"
Yonekura Weiming was extremely surprised.
His body was no longer injured when he was brought here?
Logically speaking, judging from the intensity with which he attacked himself, it should be impossible for him to recover so quickly.
"So, did Hou Langsang do something?"
Yonekura Weiming was confused.
"Classmate, if you are not feeling unwell, please give up your bed... There are other students waiting in line for treatment."
"Where is the game going?" Yonekura Weiming was even more confused.
"Now there are 125 people, and 25 people will be selected for the main battle."
"Has the main battle already begun?"
"Yes, it is said that the winner is determined through a mental competition. The classmate you fought against before is one of the twenty-five champions." The doctor said.
Yonekura Weiming understood.
He had also heard about this Champion Station before. The 25 champions drawn out were equivalent to the defenders. As long as they could defend the mental attacks of five random people, they would advance directly.
As for the attacker, as long as they can attack successfully, they can become the new champion. After becoming the new champion, they 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 promotion places in this round.
In other words, the 50 people with the highest priority to advance will enter the next round.
"How is Houlangsang's situation..."
"It's a closed-door game, how do I know?" the doctor sighed.
As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the door.
Yonekura Weiming was stunned for a moment, then 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 corridor in front of the infirmary.
The unconscious people were lying on the ground like sardines...
"What on earth is this!?"
Yonekura Weiming was like a piece of wood, stunned by the scene in front of him.
About 90% of these people lying down were sent here by Wang Ling.
Because, everyone who fights against Wang Ling.
Finally they closed their eyes...
Successfully advanced to the tenth group stage.
Wang Ling's ups and downs finally calmed down more than half.
He didn't expect that the winner of the main stage would be determined by a mental battle...
On the contrary, this is what Wang Ling is good at. Compared with physical touch, mental output is actually relatively less harmful.
In addition, due to the restriction of having a disposable talisman on his body, the damage caused by the mental battle can be almost ignored.
For example, during the defending phase of being the champion, Wang Ling only needs to sit upright and calculate functions in his mind.
Anyone who dares to invade his mental space will have his head immediately entangled with countless parabolas, and then freeze on the spot...
According to the memories of those who woke up after the battle with Wang Ling later.
Because the calculations in their brains were too complex at that time, they no longer remember what happened specifically at that time... They just felt that their minds were shrouded in large parabolas and mathematical symbols...
And after waking up, they didn't even have the slightest worry about failure.
Instead, I felt very guilty for not learning mathematics well.
So at the competition site, some rumors spread.
"Hou Langsang... what a magical man! He was actually calculating math problems during the competition..."
"Hou Langsang is really a very gentle man. I heard that Yonekura Weiming was injured and it was also Hou Langsang who healed him. He actually healed his own opponent."
"No wonder so many people join the Gray Cult, I understand! This is a magical man!"
"So are the Nine Paths and Gray Sect branches still recruiting people now? I'm pretty good at Chinese and good at math."
Wang Ling: "..."
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In the infinite galaxy, the monk was originally playing backgammon with Xie.
Before the first game of chess was played, the monk turned to use his "Swastika" to project the scene of the king's game on the earth into the void.
He wished that the monk would leave as soon as he finished the game with him.
However, he saw that the picture projected in the void was Wang Ling's game, and the speed of the moves was deliberately slowed down.
He pretended to be thinking about the chess game seriously and looked completely unconcerned. In fact, he was quietly paying attention to Wang Ling's every move with his peripheral vision.
"Xie, you are indeed very dishonest."
The monk couldn't help but laugh: "If you want to see it, just do it openly. I have plenty of time."
Frowning: "Monk, you should know who he is..."
"Don't talk nonsense, the poor monk doesn't know."
Monk Jindeng fiddled with the beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed, and his expression looked extremely mysterious: "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you..."
Xiong was silent for a moment, but only said three words: "Mysterious object."
The monk smiled: "What a 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 being held there, so it can't be him."
Monk Jindeng shook his head and said: "I have thought about many possibilities, but in the end I rejected them all. Have you seen the poor monk's pair of swastikas? In order to test his identity, I only caught a glimpse of its outline.
, so the little monk, who has the power of a thousand generations of pupils, was blinded by the swastika."
"There is such a thing."
Hearing this, Xie, and Peng Xiren next to him all had expressions of astonishment on their faces.
They had never heard the monk mention this.
"It's too exaggerated, monk..."
Although Xie had just been defeated by Wang Ling, he actually still didn't believe that Wang Ling could be so powerful...
I always feel that the monk's remarks are a bit exaggerated.
"If you don't believe it, you can try it." The monk smiled: "Now, you can enter the real person's mind and take a look. Use your mental power to try to invade it and you will know."
"What conspiracy do you have..." Xiong's expression was somewhat alert.
"I'm just responding to your doubts. Practice is the truth, right? If you are afraid, the poor monk will understand. After all, the poor monk is also afraid." The monk smiled.
"Oh, it's just a try! Just try it!" He snorted.
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A few seconds later...
Xie closed his eyes and temporarily stopped thinking...