Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Some people even breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing a look of relief.

The onlookers below the stage were also discussing among themselves, their eyes fixed on Wu Changning. There was envy, fear, and above all, a longing for the strong.

Wu Changning stood at the edge of the crowd, expressionless.

He seemed not to hear these words, his eyes were lowered, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhao Boli nodded.

"Since there are no objections, let's begin the drawing of lots."

He waved his hand, and two constables carried up a sandalwood tray. On the tray were twenty-four wooden plaques, face down, arranged neatly.

"Each wooden plaque has a number on it, from one to twelve, and each number is in a pair."

Those who draw the same number are opponents.

His gaze swept over the twenty-three people below the stage.

"Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Start the lottery."

After a cup of tea, the drawing of lots ended.

Lin Feng looked down at the wooden plaque in his hand—six.

His opponent was another person who drew a six.

He looked around, trying to see who was so unlucky.

"The person who drew number one, come up on stage!"

Game start.

Time passed little by little.

Number one, number two, number three, number four, number five—

It was finally number six's turn.

Lin Feng stood up and walked towards the arena.

His opponent was that square-faced man.

When he saw that his opponent was Lin Feng, his face turned slightly pale, and he followed behind unsteadily, like a sheep heading to the slaughterhouse.

Take the stage.

The two stood facing each other.

The square-faced man was at the mid-stage of the acquired realm, wielding a bright silver spear. He had performed admirably in the previous rounds, his spear technique being cunning and sharp, eliminating several opponents.

But at this moment, as he looked at Lin Feng, his eyes were filled with despair.

In the past few days, he has studied the background of all his opponents.

He dared not touch Wu Changning; that was a congenital condition.

He could discern some clues about the other twenty-four people—who had weak internal energy, who used predictable moves, and who was prone to panic in the heat of the moment.

Lin Feng was the only one he couldn't see through.

This person never used any of his famous tricks from beginning to end.

It was as if he could fight however he wanted, doing whatever he pleased without any discernible pattern.

The square-faced man pondered this countless times in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

He had a terrible suspicion—

Lin Feng is very likely also a person with innate talent.

They just didn't make a big fuss about it.

How can he fight against what he's made up for?

The gong sounds.

"The match begins!"

The square-faced man gritted his teeth and made the first move.

Even knowing the odds are slim, you still have to give it a shot. You can't just give up; that would be too pathetic.

Moreover, according to his observation, Lin Feng's attack was relatively restrained and not ruthless.

The gleaming silver spear unleashed three spear flowers, piercing Lin Feng's throat, heart, and lower abdomen respectively.

His marksmanship was fierce, infused with true energy, and the sound of his gun cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.

Lin Feng turned to the side.

He was still using that unsharpened, thick-backed longsword, and casually parried.

Swords and spears clashed.

Clang!

The square-faced man felt an overwhelming force surge from the gun, his hand throbbed with pain, and his entire arm went numb instantly.

He staggered backward, nearly losing his grip on the gun, horrified by the man's strength—it was inhuman, even stronger than Zhao Erniu's.

Before he could even stand still, Lin Feng had already pounced on him.

fast.

It was so fast that he didn't have time to react; he only saw a blur flash before his eyes.

The next instant, a hand shot out, its five fingers forming a claw, and thrust towards his chest—

Black Tiger Gouges Out the Heart.

The square-faced man felt a tightness in his chest, and he flew backward, landing with a thud outside the arena.

He lay on the ground, staring at the darkening sky, panting heavily, unable to get up for a long time.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Immediately, a deafening uproar erupted.

"Number six, Lin Feng, a student from Yongguan County, wins!"

The referee's voice could barely be heard amidst the noise.

All eyes turned to Lin Feng, who was slowly walking off the stage.

No one expected that this unassuming student from Yongguan County would be so fierce, with such terrifying strength.

An opponent in the mid-stage of the day after tomorrow would not last three moves against him.

No, strictly speaking, it's a move.

That parry was to neutralize the attack.

That Black Tiger Heart Strike was the real killing move.

He only used two moves from beginning to end.

Two moves, and the battle was over.

Among the crowd, Wu Changning frowned.

He stared at Lin Feng's back, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

This person acted swiftly and decisively, without any hesitation or fuss.

Most importantly, Wu Changning couldn't even see through Lin Feng's true strength.

Lin Feng's aura was extremely well concealed, like a bottomless pool of water, impossible to fathom.

The contest just now didn't even require the use of internal energy, which shows how terrifying it was.

He has a strong intuition.

This guy named Lin Feng is no weaker than him.

Wu Changning lowered his eyes, his fingers tightening slightly as he gripped the sword hilt.

For days, he had crushed all his opponents, and all he encountered was surrender. But now he suddenly caught a whiff of a long-lost scent that made his blood boil.

opponent.

The real opponent.

They were even a little excited.

On the stage, Zhao Boli looked at Lin Feng with eyes full of satisfaction.

As expected of someone he favored, he's truly impressive.

Back in Yongguan County, he had a vague feeling that Lin Feng was not simple.

Looking back now, it was more than just complicated.

He had a vague guess in his mind—this kid Lin Feng was very likely also a congenital one.

But Lin Feng didn't say anything, and he was happy to play dumb.

Two masters of the Innate Realm emerged from the martial arts examination held in Huayang Prefecture.

What does this mean?

This is a genuine achievement, irrefutable proof of Zhao Boli's effective governance and successful education.

In the future, when reporting to higher authorities and submitting his resume to the Ministry of Personnel, this will be a significant event.

Zhao Boli's lips curled up slightly, his mood was very pleasant, but he quickly suppressed it again.

The game continues.

The sun gradually sank in the west, and dusk settled in.

The braziers at the four corners of the training ground were lit one after another, illuminating the area around the arena as bright as day.

Finally, the last match ended.

Zhao Boli took to the stage again.

"The second round of the knockout stage has now concluded."

He announced loudly, "Twelve people have been eliminated this round, leaving thirteen people—including Wu Changning, who advanced directly."

A buzz of discussion arose from the audience.

In this year's martial arts examination, Huayang Prefecture only has ten places for scholars.

There are still thirteen people left, which means three more will be eliminated.

Zhao Boli raised his hand to suppress the noise.

"In order to maximize strength and not waste talent, the final three eliminations will be based on a points system."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the thirteen young faces below the stage.

"That is, thirteen people take turns fighting, and each person plays a full twelve matches."

One point for a win, zero points for a loss.

The three players with the lowest scores are eliminated.

The one with the highest score is first place.

"Do you understand?"

"clear!"

The thirteen people responded in unison.

Wu Changning raised his head, his gaze passing through the crowd and landing on Lin Feng.

His eyes flashed with a fighting spirit that had been suppressed for a long time.

Of the thirteen people, only this one made him truly feel threatened.

Lin Feng seemed to sense something, glanced at him, but quickly looked away again.

Below the stage, murmurs began to rise. Some were excited, some were nervous, and some were already calculating their chances of winning.

The most exciting part of this martial arts competition will begin tomorrow.

Twilight fell.

The braziers at the four corners of the drill ground were burning brightly, crackling loudly.