Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Novel

After Lu Sheng announced his entry with a kingly attitude....

"Boom"

The huge competition arena covered by a thick layer of ice was torn apart in space.

It can be clearly seen from the crack that the super-strength alloy skeleton in the center of the meteorite ring, which is said to be able to withstand the full attack of the eleventh-level powerhouse, was also frozen and cracked.

Nine ice sculptures floated in space together with the arena.

The referee on the sidelines was stunned for a while, and then announced loudly: "Hill Star District, Monroe wins!"

Then quickly greeted the emergency personnel, "Hurry up, drag down and rescue!"

The blue figure standing in the void turned a deaf ear to all of this.

This is a majestic body covered in a dense cold air and countless tiny blue stars.

The figure's eyes passed through the barriers of the void, and precisely landed on a young man sitting in the waiting area drinking water, the blue light flickered in his eyes, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling.

"Immortal level... I can't wait..."

Somewhere in the competition arena, there was a young man with long hair and ordinary facial features.

Stretching out a finger, the fingertips shot out a gorgeous golden sword light, directly dividing the huge competition arena into two.

The nine opponents in the arena looked terrified, and they retreated crazily one by one, hurriedly admitting defeat.

The young man's expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to be surprised by such a result.

He walked lightly to the field.

When he was about to leave the field, he paused under his feet and glanced in a certain direction.

But he quickly shook his head and walked on without saying a word.

In the waiting area, a woman with fiery red hair was clenching her fists and staring at the other side of the cold field with a frantic expression.

Blue flames were burning all over her body.

The color of the flame seems to be changing from blue to purple.

The woman's fighting spirit was blazing, and the whole body exuded a surging heat wave, so that the contestants sitting near her scattered in all directions with horror on their faces, leaving her far away.

"Immortality, I will personally witness immortality, so as to sharpen my own glory!"

Lu Sheng continued to conduct the competition step by step.

The second and third rounds of the semifinals.

Spend peacefully.

Every time Lu Sheng played, it only took a few minutes to end the battle.

With his current strength, the eleventh level of the general level is like Farr.

He couldn't even bear a punch at all.

How can the entire competition process be described as a crushing blow.

For Lu Sheng, the two rounds of competition were uneventful.

The only thing that annoys him is the host of the contest.

As if staring at him specifically, every time he is on stage, all the cameras are aimed at him.

Then the whole person was like being injected with chicken blood, croaking non-stop.

Lu Sheng couldn't help but wanted to punch him on the forehead several times, but he forcibly held back.

The three rounds of selection in the semi-finals have been completed.

Only the last forty or so players remained.

Almost all of these forty people are powerhouses above the eleventh level.

Lu Sheng is the one with the lowest level, but after three rounds of competition, his strength has long been recognized by everyone.

The name of immortality resounded throughout the starry sky, and no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

Even predicting the probability of Lu Sheng winning the championship, it suddenly rose to the first place, surpassing the original number one favorite Monroe.

"Then it's a one-on-one matchup.

The following competitions will also be conducted individually one by one, everyone has enough time and opportunity to understand the strength of other opponents...

Farr quickly explained to Lu Sheng the upcoming game.

Soon, the draw for the fourth round of the semi-finals began.

Lu Sheng's ID card flashed once, which means the lottery is over.

He checked the lottery results at random, but when he saw the name of his opponent, he was taken aback for a moment.

"Jing Long?!"

The match between Lu Sheng and Jing Long happened to be scheduled for the first match of the fourth round of the semi-finals.

After the lottery results came out, the competition began to prepare and warm up intensively.

The new competition arena was pushed into the starry sky --- it was an asteroid with a diameter of thousands of kilometers and a hemispherical shape after simple cutting.

The cameras that were previously scattered in every corner of the competition field also gathered near the competition arena.

The gathering of hundreds of millions of eyes can be regarded as the real attention of the public!

"Oh! Is the first match of the fourth round of the semi-finals so interesting? It turned out to be a civil war for geniuses in the sub-Jupiter region..."

Lu Sheng endured the nervous and noisy commentary of the host of the competition, and stepped onto the asteroid competition ring.

Jing Long's movements were faster than his, and she was already waiting for him on the ring.

Jing Long held an alloy long knife in each hand, his eyes were burning, and his whole body was filled with unparalleled fighting spirit and confidence.

Staring at Lu Sheng, he said word by word:

"This time, you have no excuse to hide. Lu Sheng!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised the two knives in his hands, as if grasping two sharp crescent moons.

Lu Sheng, however, looked at Jing Long carefully from top to bottom.

Then he said with a strange face: "Aren't you tired of pretending like this?"

Jing Long, who was full of fighting spirit, was stunned, and frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"I said..."

Lu Sheng looked at Jing Long, and said with a complicated expression: "You are obviously scared to death, but you still pretend to want to fight me.

Isn't it really tiring to deceive yourself like this?"

The expression on Jing Long's face was frozen, and the fighting spirit on his body was also evident.

But he quickly replied and made a sneering sound.

"Hahaha—I'm afraid of you?"

Jing Long stuck the two knives in his hand on the ground, covered his stomach and laughed:

Yes, I am afraid of you.

I'm afraid that you won't be able to carry me a few times, and I'm afraid that you will lose face in front of your parents and relatives hahahaha

Smiling and laughing, Jing Long couldn't stop laughing.

Because Lu Sheng kept looking at him expressionlessly, as if he was watching a poorly-acted clown perform.

Are you really afraid of...

Only you know best in your heart.

`"Bastard! When has I ever been afraid of you! I have been looking forward to this battle with you..."

"Ahhhh——

Jing Long grabbed the two knives in his hand suddenly, turned into a streamer, and slashed towards Lu Sheng quickly.

The two knives turned into two gorgeous arcs in his hands.

Cut through the first layer of void, and then the second layer.

Black and white starbursts burst into Lu Sheng like shooting stars.

Lu Sheng watched all this quietly.

When those two arcs were about to approach...

He punches abruptly.

"boom!"

The void was reduced to rags under this punch, revealing the red steam of black, white and black underneath.

This punch just happened to block the trajectory of the splendid arc.

The two collide.

It was as if a car driving at high speed hit the wall of Wanren Mountain...

"boom!"

The two arcs of light shattered quietly without making a sound.

Then a figure suddenly stopped, frozen frame.

From extreme motion to extreme stillness.

Jing Long abruptly stopped her steps and stared blankly at her eyes.

In the constricted eyes of his pupils (Nuo Zhaohao), a white and powerful fist appeared.

This fist contains indescribably terrifying power, all of which are compressed into one point.

This point crazily collapsed into the void, sunken.

It presents three colors of black, white, and black intertwined and changing, and there is an extremely strong sense of disillusionment....

"Pa-ta--"

The sound of cold weapons falling to the ground.

Jing Long suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously wanted to pick up the double knives on the ground.

The hand stretched out halfway, but it was frozen and retracted.

Embarrassment, panic, embarrassment, nervous... expressions changed on his face, and finally he was powerless to lower his head, and said with difficulty: "I lost."

The fist that contained infinite terror was withdrawn calmly.

The three layers of cracks in the void were quietly smoothed out.

Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and patted Jing Long's shoulder lightly, leaned close to Jing Long's ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Next time when you push hard, pay attention to controlling your leg muscles and heart rate. .And, the meal you gave our family to eat earlier....

This time it's your return. "

After finishing speaking, Lu Sheng turned around and went off the court. .