Chapter 1568 So Close Your Eyes for Now (1/97)

When Mi Cang Wei Ming woke up, he found himself in the infirmary.

He took out his cell phone and looked at his face in the reflection of the screen. The face that should have been swollen had completely recovered.

There was no pain, no internal injuries, as if he had never participated in this game.

He could no longer remember how he fell.

He just felt that at the moment when his eyes met Wang Ling's, a huge emptiness and loneliness disturbed his spirit and made his thoughts stagnate.

Then, Mi Cang Wei Ming just closed his eyes.

A duel, like a dream...

"Classmate, are you awake?" The old lady in the infirmary of the competition venue glanced at Mi Cang Wei Ming.

"Doctor... my injury..."

"You fainted during the game, and there was no external injury when you were sent here. But for the time being, we can't determine your internal injuries. How are you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No..."

Mi Cang Wei Ming was surprised.

He was already free of injuries when he was sent here?

Logically speaking, considering the intensity of his attack on himself, it should be impossible to recover so quickly.

"So, did Hou Lang-san do something?"

Mi Cang Weiming was puzzled.

"Classmate, if you are not feeling unwell, please give up your bed... There are students waiting in line for treatment."

"What stage has the competition reached?" Mi Cang Weiming was even more puzzled.

"Now there are 125 people, and 25 people are selected to compete for the championship."

"Has the championship competition started?"

"Yes, it is said that the winner is determined by a mental power competition. The student who played against you before is one of the 25 champions." The doctor said.

Mi Cang Weiming understood.

He had heard about this championship station before. The 25 champions who were selected were equivalent to the defenders. As long as they could defend against the mental attacks of five random people, they would be promoted directly.

As for the attackers, as long as they could successfully attack, they could become the new champion. After becoming the new champion, they had to continue to defend against the attacks of four people to complete the promotion.

According to the rules of this closed-door match, there are only 50 qualifying places in this round.

That is to say, the 50 people who are most prioritized to advance will enter the next round.

"How is Hou Lang-san's condition..."

"Closed-door match, how do I know." The doctor sighed.

As he said that, he pointed in the direction of the door.

Mi Cang Weiming was stunned for a moment, got off the bed and walked towards the door of the infirmary.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him...

Because it was in the corridor in front of the infirmary.

Those who had fainted were lying on the ground like sardines...

"What on earth is this!?"

Mi Cang Weiming was like a piece of wood, stunned by the scene in front of him.

Among these lying people, about 90% were sent by Wang Ling.

Because, all the people who played against Wang Ling.

Finally closed their eyes...

Successfully advanced to the one-tenth group stage.

Wang Ling's fluctuating heart finally settled down by more than half.

He didn't expect that the champion stage would be decided by a mental battle...

This is actually the stage where Wang Ling is good at. Compared with physical contact, mental output is relatively less harmful.

In addition, he has the limitation of a one-time talisman on his body, so the damage of mental battle can be almost ignored.

For example, in the stage of defending the champion, Wang Ling only needs to sit upright and calculate functions in his mind.

Anyone who dares to invade his mental space will be immediately entangled in countless parabolas in his head, and then freeze on the spot...

According to the recollections of the people who woke up after fighting with Wang Ling.

Because the calculations in the brain were too complicated at that time, they no longer remember what happened at that time... They just felt that their minds were covered by large parabolas and mathematical symbols...

After waking up, they didn't even feel the pain of failure.

Instead, they felt very guilty for not learning mathematics well.

So at the scene of the competition, some rumors spread.

"Houlang-san... a magical man! He was actually calculating math problems during the game..."

"Houlang-san is really a very gentle man. I heard that when Mikura Weiming was injured, it was also Houlang-san who healed him. He actually healed his opponent."

"No wonder so many people joined the Gray Sect. I understand! He is a magical man!"

"So is the Jiudao and Gray Sect branches still recruiting people? I am good at Chinese and math."

Wang Ling: "..."

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In the Infinite Galaxy, the monk was playing Gobang with Zhe.

Before the first game was over, the monk turned to project the picture of Wang Ling's game on Earth into the void through his "卍字英".

Zhe wished that the monk would leave as soon as he finished the game with him.

But when he saw that the picture projected into the void was Wang Ling's game, the speed of the move was deliberately slowed down a lot.

He pretended to think seriously about the chess game, and looked like he didn't care at all, but in fact he was quietly paying attention to Wang Ling's every move with his peripheral vision.

"Zhen, you are really not frank." The monk couldn't help laughing: "If you want to see it, just look at it openly. I have plenty of time."

Frowning: "Monk, you should know who he is..."

"Don't talk nonsense, the poor monk doesn't know."

Monk Jindeng fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his expression looked extremely mysterious: "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you..."

Xiong was silent for a moment, but only said three words: "Mysterious object."

The monk smiled: "What a whimsical idea."

He let out a long breath: "But apart from this, I really can't think of the origin of his power."

"Destiny is still locked up there, so it can't be him."

Monk Jindeng shook his head and said: "I have thought about many possibilities, but in the end I rejected them all. Have you seen the poor monk's pair of swastikas? In order to test his identity, I only caught a glimpse of its outline. , so the young monk was blinded by the swastika with the power of thousands of generations."

"There is such a thing."

Hearing this, Xie and Peng Xiren next to him had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

They had never heard the monk mention this.

"It's too exaggerated, monk..."

Although Xie had just been defeated by Wang Ling, he actually still didn't believe that Wang Ling could be so powerful...

I always feel that the monk's remarks are a bit exaggerated.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it." The monk smiled: "Now, you can enter the brain of Master Ling and take a look. Use your mental power to try to invade and you will know."

"What conspiracy do you have..." Xiong's expression was somewhat alert.

"I'm just responding to your doubts. Practice is the truth, right? If you are afraid, the poor monk will understand. After all, the poor monk is also afraid." The monk smiled.

"Oh, it's just a try! Just try it!" He snorted.

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A few seconds later...

Xie closed his eyes and temporarily stopped thinking...