bioinnovel Chapter 49 First Encounter with Han Feng, One of Hangzhou's Top College Entrance Exam Candidate
Chapter 49 First Encounter with Han Feng, One of Hangzhou's Top College Entrance Exam Candidate
After Lin Yuan finished collecting his spoils, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.
It wasn't Warcraft, it was people, and there were three of them.
He didn't turn around, but stood there looking at the map on his phone, thinking about which area to go to to score points.
The footsteps stopped about seven or eight meters behind Lin Yuan.
"You are Lin Yuan?" The voice carried a deliberately low and deep tone.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan ignored him and was about to leave.
Because in the past two days, so many people have asked him if he is Lin Yuan.
After asking, he didn't do anything else, just glanced at Lin Yuan and walked away. This made...
Lin Yuan felt that this seriously delayed his time for scoring points.
Suddenly, a sharp blade of energy slashed from behind Lin Yuan.
It wasn't a feint; it was a real strike. The A-grade spirit blade's blade aura, capable of cutting through iron, emitted a sharp, whistling sound.
Lin Yuan turned to the side, the blade's energy grazing his right shoulder before striking a pine tree as thick as a bowl in front of him.
The pine tree was broken in half, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.
Lin Yuan turned around, his expression changing.
It wasn't anger, it was coldness.
"What do you mean? Are you looking to die?"
Seeing this, Han Feng smiled and slowly sheathed his knife.
That last strike was his; he used the outward release of sword energy, which is said to cut through iron.
He didn't intend to launch a sneak attack, at least that's what he thought.
He just wanted to test the reaction speed of this F-rank lightning-type weapon.
I've tried it, and it is indeed very fast, but fast doesn't mean strong.
"I challenge you," Han Feng said, enunciating each word clearly, as he gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
"A Rank F trash like that, I don't know if he got ranked first by relying on that Tier 2 weapon or some shady trick. I'm not convinced."
Lin Yuan glanced at him. Just one glance.
That look wasn't contempt, nor anger; it was boredom.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan seemed to have thought of some mischievous idea, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Hehehe."
He slammed the Purple Lightning bolt into the ground, then put his hands in his pockets. "You can challenge me."
Upon hearing this, Han Feng's eyes lit up.
"One lightning-type combat skill of level four or higher. Otherwise—get lost."
Han Feng's expression froze. A lightning-type combat skill of level four or higher?
This thing costs at least several million on the market, and even then, it's practically priceless. Lightning-type awakened individuals are already few in number, and lightning-type combat techniques are even rarer resources.
A fourth-tier lightning-type combat skill in exchange for a challenge opportunity?
The tall, thin boy behind him couldn't help but speak up: "Are you crazy? You need a fourth-tier combat skill for every challenge? Why don't you just go...?"
"I didn't ask you to challenge me," Lin Yuan interrupted him, his tone still lazy.
"You're the ones who came looking for me. Fight if you want, but don't roll around like idiots. I'm very busy; I have several second-tier monsters waiting to be killed every minute."
The tall, thin boy choked on his words until his face turned red, and Han Feng remained silent for a long while.
He thought of the balance in his card, the status of the Han family in Hangzhou, and the few dusty lightning-type combat techniques in the family's combat technique room.
There are few lightning-type awakened individuals, so those combat skills are just gathering dust at home.
More importantly, he didn't think he would lose.
So what if a combat technique is used as a wager?
He won, and climbed to the top of the leaderboard by defeating Lin Yuan, who had swept nine opponents.
He lost... He never even considered losing.
"Deal," he squeezed out through gritted teeth.
"I have a fourth-tier lightning-type combat skill at home. If I lose, it's yours; if I win..."
Lin Yuan finished for him: "I understand the rules. If I win, you take thirty percent of my points."
The commotion had already attracted the attention of all the students passing by.
One, two, five, a dozen or so.
The crowd formed a circle at the edge of the open space, and someone recognized Lin Yuan.
"Holy crap, it's that guy who got nine wins yesterday!"
Someone recognized Han Feng and said, "Han Feng from Hangzhou No. 1 High School? What's he doing here?"
Someone pulled out their phone, determined to record even with a bad signal and terrible video quality, and even had a title in mind.
"The battle of Hangzhou's strongest candidates! Han Feng VS Lin Yuan!"
Two figures squeezed to the front of the crowd.
Xiaxia crossed her arms, a look on her face that said, "I love watching the drama unfold."
Bai Li stood beside her, her gaze fixed on Lin Yuan, her lips pursed, a faint line between her brows indicating worry.
"Tsk." Xia Xia glanced at the scene.
"I've met Han Feng. They rave about him at No. 1 High School. He's an A-grade weapon expert, has six rounds of bone tempering, and is at level 5 of the first tier. He's definitely a big shot in Hangzhou."
She turned to Bai Li and asked jokingly, "Your senior really doesn't need any help? Just beg me, and I'll help him get rid of Han Feng."
Bai Li didn't speak, she just shook her head.
It wasn't that she didn't want to help, but she knew Lin Yuan didn't need it.
She still remembers the first time she met Lin Yuan in her first year of high school. Lin Yuan walked over to protect her from behind, a person who never needed anyone's help.
Lin Yuan's gaze swept across the crowd, lingered on Bai Li's face for a moment, and then moved away.
He looked at Han Feng, then at the man and woman behind him.
"Don't waste time." He pointed at Han Feng, then at the tall, thin boy and the short-haired girl.
"All three of you, come at me together. I'm in a hurry."
The entire venue was silent for a full three seconds, and then it erupted.
"Holy crap, what is he saying?"
"One against three? They're facing three Tier 1 Level 5 experts!"
"Is this guy crazy? He took on nine opponents yesterday because those nine were weaklings, but today it's Han Feng!"
"Record! Record! Record! Hurry!"
Lin Yuan began to explain, "My cultivation level is higher than yours, so I won't bully you even if I'm fighting three of you at once."
"Even if we lose, all three of us should contribute one or more level four or higher lightning-type combat skills. One is enough, no need for three. I'm a fair person."
The two people behind Han Feng exchanged a glance.
The tall, thin boy is named Sun Lei, a B-level earth-type, first-tier level 5, and the top defensive specialist at Hangzhou No. 1 High School.
His earth-type shield withstood the frontal charge of a second-tier monster in a simulated battle, and was praised by his teacher as "the most difficult shield to break among its kind".
The short-haired girl is named Fang Qing, an A-level plant-type, Tier 1, Level 5. Her vines are both controllable and offensive, making her the undisputed strongest support at Hangzhou No. 1 High School.
One front-line unit, one control unit, and one offensive unit.
Han Feng's team composition ranks among the top three out of 3,000 test takers in Hangzhou.
After staring at Lin Yuan for two seconds, Han Feng announced in a loud voice, "Deal."
He raised his hand to signal, and Sun Lei and Fang Qing immediately took their fighting positions.
Sun Lei took a step forward, fully activating his earth-elemental power, and a half-person-high, earth-yellow shield materialized in front of him.
This is no ordinary earth shield; it's the Sun family's inherited defensive combat technique, the Rock Pattern Shield. Attacks below the second tier won't be able to penetrate it.
Fang Qing stood beside Han Feng, and with a wave of her hands, dark green plant-based supernatural power surged in her palms.
The ground beneath Lin Yuan's feet cracked silently, and four wrist-thick, dark green vines burst forth from the soil, wrapping around his feet and hands respectively.
Han Feng drew his sword.
He pushed off with his foot and cut in from the side.
With vines controlling the defense and earthen shields providing cover, Han Feng led the attack.
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