stjorthotic Chapter 607 Feng Linbing's Flattery
Chapter 607 Feng Linbing's Flattery
"Xiaoya!!"
Zhao Lie's eyes were bloodshot. As the captain, he had never imagined that in this narrow fortress corridor, surrounded by five people in an impenetrable formation, the enemy could pierce through a thin sheet of paper and instantly kill their core damage dealer.
She is the soul and core of the Zhao family's elite team, the spiritual master Zhao Ya.
On the battlefield, she can distort space with her mental power, trapping enemies in a small space, making her a nightmare for countless martial god-level powerhouses.
However, under the scorching heat of Lin Qiye's blazing sun, her proud mental shield didn't even have time to expand before her mental sea fell into complete chaos.
"Damn it! Surround him and kill him!"
Despite the excruciating pain of his mind being burned, Zhao Lie let out a low roar, suddenly spread his arms wide, and activated the gravity field at full power.
Like an enraged bull, he charged madly at Lin Qiye, who had just withdrawn his spear.
The other three team members also reacted extremely quickly, using shields and swords to block the enemy's position and longswords to slash them down.
Four deadly intents intertwined to form an impenetrable net, attempting to completely crush Lin Qiye in the center of the encirclement.
"Even though you're a prodigy ranked 49th, you can't expect to go back after single-handedly charging into a five-man formation!" Zhao Lie thought fiercely, his shield and sword already at the ready.
However, the next second, a scene that sent chills down their spines appeared.
Lin Qiye's figure was not suppressed by gravity as they had expected.
With the psionic power of [Affinity LV2], he smashed his spear into Zhao Lie's shoulder armor, which was charging towards him the fastest.
Using the force of the rebound, it transformed into a streak of purplish-black light, and just as the four people surrounded it, it slid out at a terrifying angle!
Zhao Liezhi's seemingly inevitable collision missed!
"What?!"
The four stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as the afterimage instantly widened the distance by a hundred meters.
In their view, this reaction, this speed, made them feel a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.
In Lin Qiye's opinion, the five people's teamwork was still lacking.
A tiny bit off can make a huge difference.
If we can't catch it, we can't catch it.
Just then, the young woman Qingluo, dressed in light blue armor, finally arrived through the layers of rain.
She had been speeding up as fast as she could, fearing that Lin Qiye would fall into a trap and be instantly targeted by a group of enemies.
But when she landed atop an abandoned radar tower and looked down, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.
In her field of vision, she clearly captured that scene:
The black figure strolled leisurely through the five-person ironclad formation.
The black and gold spear, like a venomous snake traversing space, instantly pierced the opponent's core psychic, turning him into a cloud of blood mist.
Immediately afterwards, facing the gravitational force field that could seal off an area of a hundred meters and the three-way interception, he actually drifted away at the last moment of the encirclement, without even his clothes being touched by the violent blade light.
"Is this... the Seven Gods?"
Qingluo felt her breathing quicken and her cheeks flushed from excessive excitement.
This extreme control over strength and agility has exceeded her understanding of the limits of a martial god!
……
Meanwhile, at a dwelling in the astral plane.
Inside the floating manor shrouded in mist and clouds.
A young woman dressed in moon-white, who had asked for leave, was leaning back in a chair carved from ice jade.
Her face was so beautiful it was almost otherworldly, with a faint golden mark between her brows, like a divine eye that had never been opened.
His slender fingers idly swiped through the air, hundreds of battle screens floating in front of him, the largest of which was none other than Lin Qiye's match.
This person is none other than Jiang Yao, the heir of the founding family, the Jiang family.
When they witnessed Lin Qiye kill a person with a single shot without getting hurt, the beautiful female servants serving him couldn't help but gasp softly, their eyes filled with shock.
Jiang Yao merely glanced at it indifferently, then looked away, her tone calm:
"Your movement technique is decent, and your martial intent is fairly refined. But in the face of life's evolution, such manipulative tactics are ultimately nothing more than minor tricks."
She shook her head, looking down on him:
"Without the support of the 'evolution method,' relying solely on brute force to squander resources... such a performance is ultimately too mediocre."
In her view, if one cannot completely freeze the space of the entire fortress corridor with every gesture, then such dodging will still be full of flaws in front of her.
"Let's keep an eye on him. If he can make it into the top 20, maybe he'll be worthy of my attention."
Jiang Yao waved her hand, and the split screen was moved to the far corner, no longer paying attention.
……
On the battlefield.
Inside the steel corridor of the abandoned fortress, acid rain lashed against the metal deck, producing a sickeningly corrosive sound.
Lin Qiye stood on the broken alloy beam, holding a black and gold spear diagonally in one hand.
He looked down at the four Zhao family elites who were forming a formation out of anger and fear, but did not rush to make another move.
At the center of the blood mist that Lin Qiye had blasted apart with his spear, countless tiny golden lights were pulsating wildly.
That is a life instinct unique to the Martial God realm.
Even if the body is shattered, as long as the mind and consciousness remain intact, the flesh and blood can be re-formed along the trajectory of spiritual energy.
Zhao Ya's scattered limbs trembled slightly in the acid rain, then began to converge towards the center as if drawn by a magnet. The creaking sound of bones reforming was particularly jarring in the silent corridor.
"Protect Xiaoya!"
Zhao Lie roared, his eyes bloodshot, shield and blade held horizontally in front of him, and he activated his psionic shield with all his might.
The other three team members quickly retreated into their formation, protecting the regenerating mass of flesh and blood at its core.
Their gazes toward Lin Qiye had shifted from initial disdain to extreme fear and solemnity.
That 777 is amazing!
They're ridiculously strong!
On top of the radar tower in the distance, Qingluo watched this scene and stomped her feet in frustration.
"What are those three guys in the back dawdling about?! Opportunities are fleeting; once that psychic recovers, we'll be locked in a prolonged battle again!"
Meanwhile, Feng Linbing, who had been jogging at a steady pace, was still mentally planning how to preserve his reputation in this "doomed" match.
But when he saw the bloody and bizarre scene in the Qinglong Corridor, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Although he was arrogant, he had good judgment.
That 777's performance of penetrating the five-person formation and successfully escaping in that instant was clearly at the level of a founding family's direct descendant, who was among the top 50 in the individual soldier rankings or even higher!
"Damn it, I was just commanding a monster of this level?"
Cold sweat poured down Feng Linbing's forehead, and his pride vanished instantly.
He knew very well that if this match was judged as a case of passive resistance, the Astral System would not only deduct his ranking points, but might even ban him from participating in the competition.
At that point, coupled with offending this direct descendant of the founding family, the Feng family will truly be unable to tolerate him!
"Well done, 777! 7 Gods!"
Feng Linbing, along with two other teammates, charged forward like two meteorites, smashing through abandoned bunkers along the way.
"Charge! Support the Seven Gods!"
He roared into the channel, his voice revealing an undisguised urgency and obsequiousness.