Chapter 117 How did you do it? (Fourth update)

At the beginning, Feng Qiuyan deliberately suppressed his speed, trying his best to keep his speed at the mortal level to compete with Zhou Wen.

However, as time went by and he failed to grab the ball again and again, Feng Qiuyan unconsciously increased his speed and competed with Zhou Wen at a legendary speed.

The result made Feng Qiuyan more and more shocked. His legendary speed was still not as fast as Zhou Wen. Although his speed was indeed much faster than Zhou Wen's, the training ground was only twenty meters wide. Zhou Wen stood in the middle, and the distance between them was only ten meters.

Due to the short distance, his speed advantage could not be fully demonstrated.

The most important reason is not this. Although the speed advantage in short distances is not very obvious, an advantage is an advantage. Under normal circumstances, he can definitely occupy a favorable position first.

Even if he couldn't occupy a favorable position, with his sword-drawing speed, he could still hit the ball before Zhou Wen.

But Zhou Wen seemed to be able to predict the future. Every time the ball was not ejected, Zhou Wen had already started moving. By the time Feng Qiuyan saw the ball, it was too late to move. It was useless to move faster, which made Feng Qiuyan feel extremely depressed.

What made Feng Qiuyan even more unacceptable was that Zhou Wen had been playing games with his other hand while he was fighting for the ball with him.

At first, Feng Qiuyan thought Zhou Wen was insulting him on purpose and that he wasn't really paying attention to the game.

But later Feng Qiuyan discovered that Zhou Wen was really playing games. His eyes had never even left the game screen, and it seemed that he was just casually trying to snatch the ball from him.

"This guy... is so strong..." Feng Qiuyan's forehead was sweating as he stared at Zhou Wen's back. His previous contempt had completely disappeared. In his eyes, Zhou Wen's back seemed to have become much taller and more majestic, like a city wall that would never be conquered.

Zhou Wen didn't pay any attention to Feng Qiuyan at all. He was immersed in his new discovery.

The listening earrings gave him powerful hearing. When the ball was running in the jet ball machine, Zhou Wen could already hear it clearly, so he could know which ball outlet would eject the ball one step earlier than Feng Qiuyan, and he could also know the ball's trajectory and landing point in advance.

But this was not the discovery that surprised Zhou Wen. What really surprised Zhou Wen was his thinking.

Zhou Wen is a particularly focused person. No matter what he did in the past, he was able to concentrate on it and not be disturbed by any external things. So sometimes he would look dull and it seemed like he had no reaction to what others said.

In fact, it was not because Zhou Wen was stupid, but because he was too focused and did not hear what others were saying to him.

Now Zhou Wen discovered that he could still concentrate when doing things, but while concentrating, he seemed to be able to handle other things at the same time. This feeling was difficult to describe clearly.

If we have to make an analogy, we can compare Zhou Wen's thinking to a computer processor. Before, Zhou Wen's brain was a single-core processor, but now it is a dual-core processor, which can process more programs at the same time.

Of course, this is just a metaphor and not accurate, but Zhou Wen can now play the game and hit all the balls at the same time, and there seems to be no mental interference between the two.

Zhou Wen also keenly discovered that when he was playing games and ball at the same time, the operation of the Mixian Sutra would be particularly fast, more than twice as fast as usual.

"It seems that this should be the effect of the Mixian Sutra." Zhou Wen felt more and more that the origin of the Mixian Sutra was unusual, but he couldn't understand why Jing Daoxian would give him such a powerful Yuanqi Jue for nothing. It seemed a bit unreasonable to explain it just because he liked him.

Zhou Wen didn't know the origin of the Mixian Sutra, so naturally he didn't know how terrifying it was. If it weren't for his extraordinary talent in mental concentration, he would have been killed by the Mixian Sutra long ago, and even if he didn't die, he would have gone crazy.

Even now, when Zhou Wen sleeps at night, there is still that whispering voice echoing in his ears all night long. For ordinary people, it is difficult to endure this kind of harassment. Even if they don't go crazy, their temper will become extremely irritable. But Zhou Wen didn't do that.

Zhou Wen was immersed in the pleasure of new discoveries and practicing fighting with his hearing, but Feng Qiuyan's expression became increasingly ugly.

He had tried his best, but still couldn't beat Zhou Wen. Although he could have a chance to defeat Zhou Wen by summoning his companion pet, Feng Qiuyan's inner pride prevented him from doing so. He still relied solely on his physical abilities to compete with Zhou Wen.

When Zhou Wen felt that he had practiced enough for today and stopped to rest and prepare to go back, he turned around and looked at Feng Qiuyan.

After seeing this, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He recognized Feng Qiuyan, but Feng Qiuyan's appearance was very different from before. Feng Qiuyan was sweating all over and kept breathing heavily. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's eyes as she looked at Zhou Wen, as if she would bite anyone at any time, which almost scared Zhou Wen.

Feng Qiuyan was not really tired, but the psychological pressure was too great. With his legendary physical fitness, he was defeated by a mortal, and the defeat was so miserably. Even when Zhou Wen was still playing games with one hand, he could not even grab a ball. The psychological pressure was unimaginable to outsiders.

If Feng Qiuyan hadn't been so resolute, someone with a weaker resolve might have already lost confidence.

The more Feng Qiuyan wanted to win, the more psychological pressure she felt, and the mental fatigue far exceeded her physical fatigue.

"How did you do it?" When Zhou Wen thought Feng Qiuyan would pounce on him and bite him, Feng Qiuyan stared at Zhou Wen and suddenly asked.

"How did you do that?" Zhou Wen was slightly stunned.

"Why can you predict where the ball will land without even watching it?" Feng Qiuyan asked the question in her mind.

He was better than Zhou Wen in everything, but he lost only in this one point.

"Because of this." Zhou Wen pointed to his ear, then picked up the coat on the chair and turned away.

Zhou Wen was referring to the Diting earrings on his ears, but Feng Qiuyan had clearly misunderstood what Zhou Wen meant. He thought he was referring to his ears, and suddenly realized something. He said to himself, "So that's how it is. So he's not really playing games, but using games to distract himself and listen only to the ball. So that's how he trains. It seems that the rumors that he's a gaming nerd aren't true. He works harder than anyone else. Playing games is also a form of spiritual practice."

It was obvious that Feng Qiuyan misunderstood Zhou Wen. In fact, playing games was Zhou Wen's main purpose, and practicing listening was just a by-product.

"Zhou Wen, wait a minute." Seeing that Zhou Wen had already walked out of the training ground, Feng Qiuyan suddenly woke up as if from a dream and chased after him.

(End of this chapter)