bioinnovel Chapter 50: Shattering your dream of being number one in less than 4 seconds, my name is Lin Yuan, r
Chapter 50: Shattering your dream of being number one in less than 4 seconds, my name is Lin Yuan, r
Fang Qing's vines arrived first, Sun Lei's earthen shield was ready to block Lin Yuan's retreat, and Han Feng's knife slashed down the moment the vines entangled the target.
Textbook-level teamwork.
Lin Yuan's lips curved slightly, and lightning exploded beneath his feet.
He unleashed his first-tier, ninth-level lightning-type ability without reservation, and his figure vanished from the spot.
It wasn't teleportation, it was just that the speed was too fast.
All four vines missed their mark, managing to entangle only a fleeting afterimage.
Fang Qing's pupils contracted sharply, and with another wave of her hands, a second wave of vines burst forth from the ground, doubling in number. Eight vines wove together to form a net that enveloped Lin Yuan.
"Too slow."
Lin Yuan's voice came from her left.
Fang Qing turned her head sharply and saw Lin Yuan standing less than three meters away from her.
With the index and middle fingers of his right hand joined together, the pale purple lightning rods at their tips were quietly pulsating.
Thunderclap Finger!
He flicked his finger.
The lightning rod shot out silently and struck the ground precisely at Fang Qing's feet.
It wasn't that it missed; it was intentionally shot off course.
"You're dead," Lin Yuan said.
Fang Qing's face turned pale.
She couldn't react to the speed of that lightning rod at all; if Lin Yuan wanted to shoot her, she would have already been out of the fight.
"Fang Qing, step back." Han Feng's voice came from the side.
The blade, sharp enough to cut through iron, had already arrived.
The silvery-white blade energy condensed into a half-meter-long blade beam, which slashed straight at the back of Lin Yuan's neck.
At the same time, Sun Lei's rock-patterned shield was no longer passively defending; the entire shield rammed into Lin Yuan.
The goal was not to injure the enemy, but to disrupt Lin Yuan's rhythm and create an opportunity for Han Feng to kill him.
Lin Yuan grasped the Purple Lightning bolt stuck in the ground with his left hand.
The Sands of Time, activate.
The air within a four-meter radius suddenly became viscous.
The moment Sun Lei's rock-patterned shield crashed in, its speed dropped by 30%, changing from "a wall pressing down" to "a shield slowly pushing in".
Han Feng's Iron-Cutting Blade Light also entered the range of the Sands of Time.
Lin Yuan drew his gun.
The tip of the Purple Lightning spear struck the side of the Rock Pattern Shield, not a head-on collision, but the weakest point on the side.
The power of nine rounds of bone tempering, combined with the first-tier, ninth-level lightning-type supernatural ability, was all poured into the tip of the spear.
The rock-patterned shield shattered.
It didn't crack, it shattered.
The yellowish-brown fragments exploded in all directions. Sun Lei grunted and staggered back four or five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
His earth-based ability was connected to his own bones and muscles. When his shield was violently shattered, the backlash made his chest feel tight and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Han Feng's knife has arrived.
The blade cleaved through the iron with fierce force, but unfortunately, Lin Yuan's purple lightning was longer than his blade.
The spear tip lightly touched the middle of the blade, using the force against it, and the blade's momentum, which was cutting through iron, was deflected by half an inch.
Half an inch is enough.
The blade grazed Lin Yuan's shoulder as it slashed down, striking empty air. Han Feng's blade, however, was powerful, leaving the center wide open.
The butt of Zidian's spear struck his chest.
Han Feng was sent flying backward, his back slamming into the trunk of a pine tree.
The iron blade slipped from his hand, spun twice in the air, and landed on the ground at his feet.
The fight lasted less than forty seconds from start to finish.
The onlookers stared wide-eyed, their expressions as if someone had collectively pressed the pause button.
Fang Qing stood to the side in disbelief, while Sun Lei knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Han Feng leaned against the tree trunk, his head down, his expression unreadable.
Xiaxia stood in the crowd, her expression somewhat serious. After a two-second silence, she said, "Never mind what I said."
Bai Li's eyes curved into crescent moons.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan slowly walked up to Han Feng.
Han Feng raised his head, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with no hatred, only a sense of bewilderment after his pride had been shattered.
"Combat skill, fourth-tier lightning type." Lin Yuan continued, "Deliver it to the front desk of my hotel after the exam. I'll send you the address."
Han Feng nodded, his voice hoarse: "Okay, I, Han Feng, keep my word!"
Lin Yuan turned and left.
He took a few steps and then stopped, turning back to look at Sun Lei and Fang Qing.
"You two coordinated well. If the timing of the vine strike had been just a fraction of a second faster, and the angle of the shield bash just two inches lower, I might not have been able to dodge that strike."
Then, carrying Zidian, he disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.
The onlookers, as if a pause button had been pressed, suddenly erupted into a frenzy.
"One against three! Forty seconds!"
"Did you record it? My phone had no signal, so I recorded nothing!"
"Han Feng lost? Han Feng really lost?"
"What was that purple finger gesture? Did you see it clearly? He just flicked his finger!"
In the crowd, Xiaxia turned to look at Bai Li.
"Was he serious or just showing off when he said 'the vines are half a beat faster, the shield bash is two inches lower'?"
Bai Li thought for a moment, then grinned mischievously, "I'm serious."
Xiaxia was silent for a second.
"Damn. Is this the strength of a Tier 1 F-rank ability user?"
Bai Li didn't answer; she just stared in the direction Lin Yuan had disappeared, a smile playing on her lips.
Deep in the dense forest, Lin Yuan sneezed.
He rubbed his nose, muttering, "Who's thinking about this handsome guy again?" and continued walking deeper into the dense forest without stopping.
The server of a local forum in Hangzhou crashed.
It's not an adjective, it's a complete disaster.
The video of the one-man-nine-player victory with terrible quality had been hanging at the bottom of the trending searches for a whole day, and just as the popularity was starting to drop, the second video appeared.
The image quality is better this time than last time; at least you can see people's faces clearly.
In the video, a boy dressed in black fights three people alone. The other one is Han Feng, a genius student from Hangzhou No. 1 High School.
Forty seconds, one against three, a complete victory.
The blogger who posted the video captioned it: "The battle of Hangzhou's strongest examinees! An F-rank lightning-type fighter takes on three opponents, shattering the dream of an A-rank three-person team in forty seconds!"
It was followed by five flame emojis and a burst icon.
The comment section exploded like fireworks.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"Yesterday he wiped out nine opponents in one go, today he wiped out three. Is this guy here to take the college entrance exam or to grind in a dungeon?"
"I know Han Feng, the top student at Hangzhou No. 1 High School, with an A-grade spirit blade that can cut through iron and six rounds of bone tempering. That Sun Lei has a B-grade earth-type rock-patterned shield. Fang Qing has an A-grade plant-type. If these three team up, they can do whatever they want in Hangzhou."
"Walk sideways? He was carried away in forty seconds."
"Did anyone notice that purple finger technique? With a flick of the finger, Fang Qing was eliminated instantly. What kind of combat skill was that? What level was it?"
"Is there any expert who can analyze what Lin Yuan's configuration is? There's no way an F-rank lightning-type could have this kind of combat power. I don't believe it even if you beat me to death."
"Conclusion: This person's F-rank is probably fake. His true combat strength is invincible within the first rank. Anyone below the second rank will die."
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