Chapter 42

"Someone is coming out!" Someone shouted, and everyone looked towards the arena.

Zhou Renjie and Wu Mingbai came out one after the other. Zhou Renjie, who was walking in front, had a pale face and a very ugly expression. Su Bei had never seen this fat man, who usually had a rosy face, look so desperate and defeated.

The winner is clear at a glance.

"You lost!" Ai Baozhu's eyes widened in shock, "How is that possible?"

Although she was not used to seeing Zhou Renjie, she was still confident in his strength, otherwise she would not have let him get close to her. She originally thought that the top three would be taken by the three of them, but before the last day, one of them was eliminated.

Zhou Renjie lost his usual pride at this time, and he did not expect that he would lose. Facing Ai Baozhu's questioning, his fat face twisted and he said viciously: "That Wu Mingbai's method is too despicable, he is a sinister villain! I lost because of a mistake."

Hearing this, Ai Baozhu looked at him suspiciously: "You are also a man, and he is also a man, how can his methods be so despicable?"

Zhou Renjie was choked by her words: "...No, it's..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Si Zhaohua: "Alright, if I lose, I lose. Humph, so what if they won a round? Anyway, I will never lose."

"Neither can I!" Ai Baozhu said immediately. She didn't believe that group of civilians could break her [Gorgeous Domain].

Unlike the dull atmosphere here, Wu knew that here there were loud drums and gongs, firecrackers, huge crowds of people, and red flags waving. (No)

"I know you're so awesome!" Mo Xiaotian is always the first to cheer, "I really want to compete with you. If we can't match up, we can compete secretly after the monthly exam is over."

Wu Mingbai laughed happily, but what he said was very venomous: "Why are you dreaming before nightfall?"

"Today's competition is over, everyone won a great victory, let's have a good meal." Jiang Tianming's skillful interruption calmed down the one-sided quarrel that was likely to happen next.

Lan Subing raised her hand and said, "It's my treat."

Seeing everyone's eyes, especially Su Bei's, looking at her, she recalled what happened before the last dinner and added in a low voice: "Celebrating that I can finally use the [Word Spirit] when facing a person."

Yes, this is why she has been able to win every match in the past two days. Because she has finally overcome some of the limitations of her severe social anxiety, and she is no longer speechless in a one-on-one fight without anyone watching.

Hearing her words, Jiang Tianming and others' eyes lit up, and they quickly asked: "Have you overcome it? How did you do it? You must tell your uncle and aunt the good news as soon as possible!"

Lan Subing's parents are very worried about her social anxiety. They will be very happy if they know that the situation has improved.

"I plan to tell them the monthly exam results after work tomorrow to give them a surprise." Lan Subing smiled with her eyes curved, and was very happy with her own progress.

Su Bei was probably the most surprised to hear this news. He had thought that the opponent would only be able to break through this limit during the last day of the battle with A Baozhu, but he didn't expect that he had already broken through before that.

But if that's the case, then she would easily win against Abaozhu, which doesn't fit the design of the comics.

Su Bei looked at the blue-haired girl thoughtfully and then retracted his gaze. He felt that Lan Subing might have some shortcomings that she didn't tell everyone, but that was normal. They might become opponents tomorrow, so it was right to keep a secret.

"Speaking of which..." After being silent for a long time, Mu Tieren suddenly spoke hesitantly, "There are nine people who can still participate in the competition tomorrow. How will the school allocate our matches?"

Yes! When this was said, everyone was stunned. Just like what the wooden iron man said, how can nine people be divided into twos?

If one person is singled out for a bye, he or she will have to be bye until the end before being reallocated.

Seeing that everyone was lost in thought, Su Bei snapped his fingers to bring them back to their senses: "This is something the school needs to consider. What we need to consider now is where to eat."

That made sense, so everyone gave up worrying about school and went to eat together.

After finishing his meal, Su Bei spent the rest of his time training his mental strength. He knew very well that if he wanted to be calmer tomorrow, he had to become a high-level mentalist.

Conventional methods simply could not allow him to quickly master this extra power, so Su Bei could only choose to use some uncomfortable extreme methods.

In the dormitory, the blond boy sat on the bed, with a pile of exquisite gears in front of him. Each gear had intricate patterns on it, and the shapes were even more varied.

These were all created by Su Bei one by one, and each gear was a gear of destiny that could be predicted. The patterns on them were carved bit by bit by him using his mental power.

[Destiny Gear] can only be used once a week, but the "use" here refers to predicting the future. It just changes destiny. There is no limit to the gear, but it consumes more mental energy.

And what he wants now is to consume his mental energy.

Su Bei's strategy is to use up all the mental power stored in his brain. Only those that grow back after using them up at once can truly become his own.

The reason why I didn't do this before was, first, I didn't think of this idea, and second, this behavior is actually not easy, or it is very painful.

Excessive mental exertion will make people dizzy, weak, and accompanied by headaches. If you continue in this situation, you will gradually become exhausted. This kind of exhaustion does not simply mean that the strength disappears, but it is more like all the internal organs are exhausted, and the brain is also drained.

When the gears piled up into a small mountain as high as him, Su Bei's face was pale. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he almost couldn't sit still and fell to the side. The feeling of wanting to die made him want to give up all the time, and then stop sending out mental energy, and he would be able to relax.

But he didn't, he still persisted.

One, two, three...

Finally, Su Bei's mental strength was completely exhausted. His eyes went dark and he passed out.

"Ring, ring, ring, ring!"

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning. It was the alarm clock that Su Bei had set in advance at 7 o'clock that woke him up. Because he had exhausted his mental energy yesterday, his head still hurt a little, just like he had a hangover.

Today's game time is 8 o'clock. Su Bei turned off the alarm, rubbed his head, opened his mobile phone, and wanted to check today's schedule.

In response to the problem raised by Mu Tieren yesterday, the school really gave a solution. Zhou Renjie, who was defeated by Wu Mingbai, will play another round, but his ranking will not be recorded. In other words, if he wins, he will still be the tenth place, but his opponent will become the ninth place. If the opponent wins, he will advance to the next level.

There is an obvious problem with this plan. If Zhou Renjie's opponent wins, the second round will have five players, and they will have to face the odd-even problem again.

But the school obviously took this into consideration and assigned Zhou Renjie the opponent of the wooden iron man. Compared with other students with different abilities, the wooden iron man with the ability of [body enhancement] is definitely the best candidate.

Of course, this was also done after consulting Mutieren. Regardless of winning or not, he would get 100 points. Mutieren agreed because, first, he didn't want to fight someone he was familiar with, and second, he considered that compared to others, Zhou Renjie, who had been defeated once, was the opponent he was most likely to defeat.

Su Bei looked at his opponent, it was Feng Lan.

The opponents of other people are not easy either, Mo Xiaotian against Si Zhaohua, Jiang Tianming against Wu Mingbai, Lan Subing against Ai Baozhu.

It can be said that every pair is very interesting. If Su Bei himself was not deeply involved in it, he would probably be looking forward to it.

Su Bei sighed and felt helpless. Through the previous few public competitions, he knew that Feng Lan could predict other people's actions in advance. He said at the time that this ability was a magical skill in fighting.

Even though he has sufficient fighting skills, he still has to be extremely cautious when dealing with such supernatural powers.

It is impossible to avoid Feng Lan's prediction, so the only thing to do is to make sure that even if he knows your next move in advance, he will not be able to deal with it.

In order to achieve this, we first need to know one piece of information - how long in advance can Feng Lan be predicted.

When we arrived at the playground, the others had already arrived. In fact, on the last day, although everyone wanted to win, except for Ai Baozhu and Si Zhaohua, the others really didn't feel any pressure.

The five students from Class F and one from Class D were honored if they won and glorious if they lost. As for Mo Xiaotian from Class A, he never felt any pressure from beginning to end.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Tianming looked at Wu Mingbai. Even though the two of them were about to become rivals, a smile appeared on his face: "We are finally going to have a good fight."

Wu Mingbai smiled in the same sunny way: "I won't let you down. I have made great progress in this period of time. I am afraid you can't catch up."

Jiang Tianming ignored his provocation and said, "Don't cry if you lose."

After saying that, he took the initiative to walk onto the stage.

The most excited person at this moment should be Mo Xiaotian without a doubt. He was circling around Si Zhaohua like a lively red-haired puppy: "I have wanted to fight with you for a long time! The school really understands me!"

Si Zhaohua had no ill will towards him and smiled politely: "I am also looking forward to playing against you. Please come in."

After they both entered the ring, Ai Baozhu retracted her gaze and looked at Lan Subing proudly: "I will also say to you what your companion said just now, don't cry if you lose."

Lan Subing was still not used to speaking in front of strangers, but she was not afraid of provocation. She smiled politely at Ai Baozhu, then ignored her and went straight to the stage.

This action made Ai Baozhu very angry. She stomped her feet hard on the spot before chasing after him.

The Iron Man and Zhou Renjie looked at each other with disgust. Without saying a word, they walked into the ring on their own.

The last ones left on the playground were Su Bei and Feng Lan. Su Bei glanced at Feng Lan and didn't want to say anything like he did before the game. He knew that he could only speak if he won the game, so for now, he should just be honest.

"Let's go"

"good."

Until the second before he stepped onto the stage, Su Bei was still calculating his next steps in his mind. Just as he had thought before, he needed to know how many seconds in advance Feng Lan could make a prediction.

What is certain is that this time will not be too long. Combat is inherently ever-changing, and predicting too far ahead will only change everything afterwards like the butterfly effect.

Moreover, since becoming a high-level psychic, Su Bei has gained a deeper understanding of psychic power through training during this period. He is also sure that Feng Lan's psychic power is definitely not enough for him to see too much and too far into the future in a short period of time. Otherwise, his mind will be confused.

Thinking of this, Su Bei walked onto the stage and rushed directly towards Feng Lan without wasting any time. He wanted to figure out the problem as quickly as possible, and before that, he must not let Feng Lan guess his intentions.

Unlike him, who had been fighting for a long time, Feng Lan usually insisted on running and exercising, but he had never systematically learned how to fight. As a result, although he could parry every move of Su Bei, he looked very wolfish.

However, Su Bei would not look down on him because of his ferocity. For a man who had never fought before, being able to withstand his every move was a big deal. Besides, although he was ferocious, he did not lose.

Judging from the current situation, unless one of them runs out of energy first, the situation will remain deadlocked.

In terms of physical strength alone, Su Bei was confident that he could beat Feng Lan. The two of them were in such a stalemate, and in the end, Feng Lan must have run out of strength first, and then he would win.

But the problem is that this is just a competition. What's the point of pursuing such a victory?

Winning by exhausting all his physical strength, and then giving up in the next round, sending Jiang Tianming and Si Zhaohua to the finals. This is in line with the author's expectations, but he is unwilling.

The fight continued. After completing several sets of complete fighting moves of different durations, Su Bei already had an idea in his mind: Feng Lan could see things 5 ​​seconds in advance.

Then he had to design a dead end situation that Feng Lan could not avoid even if he could see his attack five seconds in advance. And the preparation time and attack time must be separated by more than five seconds to prevent Feng Lan from directly cutting off the source of his attack and disrupting his preparation.

The only thing that can do this is definitely Su Bei's mental power. He needs to use his mental power to set the trap.

Yesterday's strategy was very successful. This morning, Su Bei could feel that he had mastered the control of the mental power in his mind. Maybe controlling other things would be a little difficult because of lack of practice, but controlling the gears generated by himself was absolutely like a fish in water.

For example, with his current mental strength, he could only lift a dictionary lightly. But if it was a gear of the same weight as the dictionary, Su Bei could easily drive it to attack.

"What are you doing?" Feng Lan suddenly frowned, raised her hand to predict Su Bei's downward attack, then asked with a frown.

He didn't predict anything, but he felt that Su Bei's current attack state was a little different from before. And unlike before when he was always thinking of killing him with one move, Su Bei now didn't seem to be obsessed with defeating him immediately, but continued to attack him from various positions on his body.

Hearing this, Su Bei raised his eyebrows and continued to attack: "I told you that you are very suitable for practicing fighting. Don't waste your talent, OK"

Taking a step back to dodge the attack again, Feng Lan, who was hit on the head because he couldn't take care of both ends, pursed his lips and said, "I will practice later."

Su Bei smiled but didn't say anything else. If you talk during strenuous exercise, you will get a stitch in the side. It would be funny if he got a stitch in the side now.

Finally, the preparations were done. Su Bei relaxed his brows and gave Feng Lan a few moves.

Seeing that five seconds had passed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Suddenly, Feng Lan's face changed drastically, he stopped dodging, and suddenly looked up at Su Bei: "You were putting something on me just now!"

Su Bei stopped in time and did not continue to attack. He smiled and nodded: "Yes, do you want to experience it?"

As he spoke, he activated his mental power. The gears that he had hidden in Feng Lan's collar, hat, pockets, etc. during the fighting started to float up one by one. Each gear had a pointed head, and the top was sharp, aiming at Feng Lan's fatal parts.

Feng Lan had seen this scene five seconds ago, so he didn't continue struggling. He just looked a little puzzled: "When did you plan it?"

"When I saw that my opponent was you."

But Feng Lan still had one thing in her mind: "You should know that you don't need to do anything extra to win."

After all, he is not a psychic who is good at attacking or defending. As long as he waits until his mental power is exhausted, Su Bei can easily win.

Moreover, he has been using the ability of [Prophecy]. Although Su Bei used the gear attack, Feng Lan did not think that this was his real means of attack. Just like Si Zhaohua, he usually only uses feathers to attack, but his ultimate move can actually cause great damage.

"I know." Su Bei nodded easily.

Feng Lan was even more confused: "Then why..."

"You can win by exhausting other people's mental strength, but it's not necessary." Su Bei narrowed his eyes and smiled happily, "Don't you think it's more interesting this way?"

The two of them walked out of the ring together. Su Bei seemed to be in a good mood, while Feng Lan, although expressionless, looked very fierce.

He was indeed able to predict in advance, but under the fierce attack from northern Jiangsu, it was difficult for him to avoid those fatal attacks. He had no time to deal with attacks from other less important places and could only bear it by force.

However, despite the bruises on his face, these scars do not affect Feng Lan's appearance. Instead, they make him look like a school bully instead of a good student, which is quite a contrast.

Mo Xiaotian and Si Zhaohua had already come out, both of them looked pale. It was obviously different from the hand-to-hand fight between Su Bei and the other two, they were competing with superpowers.

"Wow, are you okay?" Seeing the looks of Su Bei and the others, Mo Xiaotian widened his eyes in surprise. Not to mention him, even Si Zhaohua, who prided himself on being aloof, rarely showed a surprised expression.

Both Su Bei and Feng Lan usually look very calm and it is rare to see them act so aggressively.

Feng Lan had a calm expression, not at all embarrassed by their surprised looks. She just felt the pain on her body and said, "I'll ask if I can go to the infirmary later."

Today, no one can leave the playground until the final result is reached.

Seeing him say he wanted to leave at this time, the other two also understood the result of the game.

Si Zhaohua looked at Su Bei with a surprised look, but soon calmed down and said, "Congratulations, it looks like we will be classmates soon."

Students who can compete until the last day will undoubtedly be admitted to Class A, even though some of them may have average abilities. But in many cases, sufficient combat skills and brains can make up for this shortcoming. After all, even ordinary abilities can become powerful.

The next ones to come out were Zhou Renjie and the wooden iron man. The wooden iron man didn't look injured at all, but his face didn't look good. Zhou Renjie looked pale and was holding his stomach like he was injured, but his expression was obviously very proud.

"I win!" Zhou Renjie shouted out the result that everyone had expected.

Mo Xiaotian came over and wanted to hold the wooden iron man with some concern, but before he could touch him, he was dodged by him.

"I'm not hiding from you." Mutieren looked unhappy, but he still explained, "Anyway, you'd better not touch me now. It's for your own good to stay away from me."

Zhou Renjie, who was sitting on a bench not far away, sneered when he heard his words: "Why are you so pretentious? No one is as pretentious as you!"

"That's because others don't know!" It's rare that the wooden iron man can actually quarrel with others.

Their performances were very interesting. Su Bei looked at Zhou Renjie thoughtfully, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and his expression became strange.

Seeing that although Mo Xiaotian was persuaded by the wooden iron man and did not try to touch him again, his expression was obviously puzzled, so he kindly helped to explain: "The squad leader is doing this for your own good."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to him. Mo Xiaotian saw that he might know the truth, and immediately asked curiously: "So what's going on, Brother Bei, just tell me!"

Because Su Bei was not playing against Zhou Renjie, he could express his guess. But he did not say it directly, but looked at the wooden iron man: "Can I say it?"

Before the wooden iron man could react, Zhou Renjie shouted in dissatisfaction: "Shouldn't you ask me if this is not my special ability?"

Su Bei looked back at him and shrugged: "Who let me guess your ability?"

The reason why he asked Mutieren was because they had a good relationship. If Mutieren didn't want him to tell the truth, he didn't mind. But he didn't think it was a big deal, just a little disgusting.

But Zhou Renjie's character is completely different. He guessed the supernatural power by his own ability, so why did he hide it?

Mu Tieren nodded indifferently. He didn't think there was anything wrong, but he felt a little hairy. "You tell me, I'll go back and take a shower and I'll be fine."

Seeing that he didn't mind, Su Bei satisfied Mo Xiaotian's curiosity: "Zhou Renjie's ability should be to suck people into his stomach."

The "black space" mentioned by his other opponents before is actually Zhou Renjie's stomach. If you go in, you will be exposed to the opponent's saliva and gastric juice, which is quite disgusting.

"So that's how it is!" Mo Xiaotian suddenly realized, and then said to the wooden iron man seriously, "Then you have to take a bath when you go back. You must have sweated a lot after struggling in his stomach for a long time."

Everyone: “…”

Si Zhaohua twitched his lips ungracefully and said to Su Bei, "Now I know why I want to join your group."

Upon hearing this, Su Bei disagreed and retorted: "You can't insult our group like this."

After hearing what he said, everyone present couldn't help but laugh.

Except for Mo Xiaotian who was in a fog.

When the atmosphere was very good, Lan Subing and Ai Baozhu came out. Ai Baozhu's eyes were red, as if she had been crying.

When he saw her like this, Si Zhaohua immediately frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Lost." Ai Baozhu said aggrievedly, and did not forget to glare at Lan Subing while speaking.

Hearing that she just lost, Si Zhaohua's brows smoothed again: "It's okay, Lan Subing is the eldest daughter of the Lan family, it's normal that your ability can't deal with her for the time being."

Lan Subing was also familiar with some of the unspoken rules of the upper class, and would not be tricked by Ai Baozhu. It was also Ai Baozhu's bad luck that in the last round of eight people besides her, only Si Zhaohua, Lan Subing, and Feng Lan would not be targeted by her supernatural power, but she happened to hit them.

While everyone was talking, Jiang Tianming and Wu Mingbai walked out side by side. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Wu Mingbai became playful and smiled, "Guess who won?"

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