Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 60 Jiang Feng
No one's gaze lingers on the loser.

Although Lin Ye's heart was stirred, he quickly calmed down.

He was even more curious about Jiang Feng, who could crush a proud genius like Zhang Yuqing to five defeats and tears in public.

Just then, an uncontrollable cry of surprise, accompanied by the sharp clang of metal clashing, came from afar.

Lin Ye looked in the direction of the sound.

The number one arena near the west gate of the stadium was now completely surrounded.

Shouts and cheers rose and fell.

On the arena, two figures are engaged in a fierce battle.

Chen Meng suddenly spoke.

"Go and have a look."

"Look at the person who was number one for two consecutive semesters before you, this dark horse, appeared out of nowhere, and who has never lost since.

Lin Ye nodded and walked forward.

As the distance closed, the scene on the ring became clearer.

The two men are competing on the stage.

To Lin Ye's surprise, neither of them was wearing any protective gear.

The weapons in their hands reflected a cold, gleaming light under the stadium's ceiling lights.

That's sharpened!
The real murder weapon!
At the four corners of the arena stood four teachers with imposing presences, their eyes blazing and expressions tense, clearly ready to intervene at any moment.

One of them, dressed in an eye-catching red training uniform, moved nimbly across the arena, leaving behind afterimages.

The weapon in his hand was a special kind of knife.

The blade is long and slender with a beautiful curve.

It is very different from a regular battle knife.

That's a Miao knife.

In the hands of the boy in red, the Miao sword transformed into a deadly weapon, each swing accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

His opponents, on the other hand, were quite the opposite.

He was a young man wearing a black training uniform, with cold, dark eyes.

The spear in his hand didn't have many fancy movements, yet it gave Lin Ye an extreme sense of coldness and death.

The person is like a bottomless ancient pool; you can't see a ripple, nor can you feel any of the emotions that belong to ordinary people.

It was a pure, almost innate, killing intent.

Lin Ye's gaze swept over the electronic match information next to the arena.

【A Battle of Positions: Liao Donglai (3) VS Jiang Feng (1)】

At this moment, it seems that the boy in red has temporarily gained the upper hand on the field.

"Such fluid and graceful swordsmanship!"

"The Miao sword technique is definitely different from ordinary sword techniques. Liao Donglai has a chance!"

In the audience, some knowledgeable students exclaimed in amazement.

Lin Ye also noticed the swordsmanship displayed by the boy in red.

It's not simply about being fast and accurate.

Rather, it is a kind of muscle memory and keen combat instinct formed after countless days and nights of immersion and practicing every movement millions of times.

There wasn't a single superfluous movement; every slash was aimed at the black-clad boy's vital points. The blade flashed continuously, like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating every crevice.

Lin Ye asked himself, in terms of proficiency in weaponry alone, his current marksmanship is far from reaching that level.

This is true craftsmanship.

However, Lin Ye's brows slowly furrowed.

His gaze shifted from the dazzling array of sword flashes and locked onto another person.

Under the relentless onslaught of the Miao sword, the black-clad boy's response was so simple it bordered on rudimentary.

The spear in his hand was used only for the simplest blocking, parrying, and deflecting within a small area in front of him.

Every tremor of the gun was precisely blocked from the trajectory of the approaching blade.

Each clash of weapons produced only a crisp "ding" sound, as if it were just a dragonfly skimming the water.

He didn't use much force, yet he always managed to deflect the red-clothed boy's powerful slashes perfectly.

He looked like a small boat in a stormy sea.

It could capsize at any time.

But Lin Ye could clearly see that something was wrong. Absolutely wrong!

The man in black's defense looked incredibly dangerous.

But in Lin Ye's eyes, it was all done with ease.

This is not suppression at all.

The audience below the stage saw Miao Dao pressing down on the gun while firing.

But in Lin Ye's eyes, this was more like a game.

After confirming the difference in strength between the two sides on stage.

Lin Ye also understood who the users of the Miao sword and the users of the gun were respectively.

The one using the Miao sword was Liao Donglai, who was third in the grade.

The black-haired youth holding the gun is Jiang Feng.

Lin Ye's speculation about Jiang Feng toying with his opponent.

It was confirmed a dozen seconds later.

Liao Donglai's offensive was still flawless; he made no mistakes and gave his opponent no openings.

But his opponents seem to be getting a little tired of him.

Jiang Feng seemed to lose all weight. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure instantly transformed into a blurry black line. With a trajectory that completely defied the audience's visual inertia, he cut into the gap in Liao Donglai's sword stance!

Everything happened very suddenly.

One second he seemed to be on the defensive.

The next instant, he launched a surprise attack directly at the opponent's sharpest blade shadow!

This extreme shift in offense and defense left everyone momentarily stunned!

At that moment, the spear in Jiang Feng's hand drew a deadly trajectory.

Like a black venomous snake that has been lying in wait for a long time, finally revealing its fangs!
puff!
Liao Donglai's every move came to an abrupt halt.

His abdomen was pierced directly by the gun!
"Stop! Match over! Jiang Feng wins!"

The referee on the sidelines changed his expression drastically and immediately announced the result loudly. At the same time, he shot out, trying to prevent the situation from escalating.

However, he was still one step late.

A faint expression finally appeared on Jiang Feng's face.

It was a smile that was extremely cold, with a hint of morbidity.

He suddenly jerked his wrist!
It directly launched the already incapacitated opponent into the air.

It's not over yet!
Jiang Feng drew his gun and thrust again!
puff!

puff!

Two streaks of blood exploded at Liao Donglai's knees!

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed clearly throughout the deathly silent stadium!
After doing all this, Jiang Feng slowly put away his gun.

boom.

Liao Donglai's body slammed heavily onto the ring like a lump of mud, convulsed violently twice, and then completely lost consciousness.

Blood stained the floor beneath him.

The whole place was in dead silence.

Everyone was so horrified by the bloody and cruel scene that they were speechless.

Jiang Feng stood in the pool of blood, slowly raised his head, and his gaze swept over the terrified and fearful faces below the stage, his smile growing even wider.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that his opponent had just splattered.

He looked like a demon who had just finished a feast.

The teachers in charge of refereeing looked livid and rushed onto the stage immediately.

Upon examining Liao Donglai's injuries, they immediately attempted to stop the bleeding.

After confirming that Liao Donglai's injuries were extremely serious.

One of the most hot-tempered teachers pointed at Jiang Feng's nose and angrily rebuked him.

"Jiang Feng! What are you doing!"

"Liao Donglai is already incapacitated, why did you still resort to such brutality?!"

"His abdomen was pierced, and both his kneecaps were broken! You're going to ruin his life!"

(End of this chapter)