The Daily Life of the Immortal King

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When Yonekura wakes up, he finds himself in the infirmary.

He took out the phone and looked at his face with the reflection on the screen. The bloated face that should have been drawn completely recovered.

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

He can’t remember how he fell.

It just feels that at the moment when his eyes meet Wang Ling’s eyes, the huge emptiness and loneliness disturbs his spirit and makes his thoughts stagnate.

Then, Yonekura just closed his eyes.

A duel, like a dream…

“Are you awake, classmate?” Old Aunt in the infirmary of the competition venue glanced at Yonekura.

“Doctor…my injury…”

“You fainted during the game, and there was no injury at all when you sent it. However, it is not yet possible to determine your internal injury, how is it, is there any discomfort?”

“No…”

Yonekura is astonished in his heart.

He had no injuries when he sent it over?

It stands to reason that, judging from the intensity of his action, it should be impossible to recover so soon.

“So, did Hou Langsang do something?”

Yonekura was puzzled.

“Students, if you are not feeling well, please let me out of your bed…There are other students waiting in line for treatment.”

“Which step is the game?” Yonekura was even more puzzled.

“There are now 125 people, and 25 people will be selected for the main battle.”

“Has the main battle started?”

“Yes, it is said that the winner was determined through mental power competition. The classmate you previously played against is one of the 25 champions.” The doctor said.

Yonekura knows.

He had also heard before this ring master station. The 25 ring masters drawn out were equivalent to defenders. As long as they could hold the mental attack of five random people, they would be promoted directly.

As for the offensive team, as long as they can successfully attack, they can become the new champion. After becoming the new champion, they must continue to defend the offense of four people to complete the promotion.

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

In other words, the 50 people who have the highest priority to advance will enter the next round of the game.

“How is Hou Langsang’s situation…”

“Closed game, how do I know.” The doctor sighed.

Speaking, he pointed his eyes in the direction of the door.

Yonekura was stunned for a moment, got out of bed and walked to the entrance of the infirmary.

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

Because it’s in the corridor in front of the infirmary.

Those who passed out were lying on the ground like sardines…

“What is this!?”

Yonecang Weiming was like a piece of wood, and was stabbed in place by the scene in front of him in a daze.

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

Because all the people who compete with Wang Ling.

In the end, I closed my eyes…

Successfully advanced to the 10% group stage.

Wang Ling’s fluctuating heart has finally fallen by more than half.

He didn’t expect that the main link of the ring is based on mental confrontation to decide the victory…

Instead, this is what Wang Ling is better at. Compared with physical touch, mental output is actually relatively less harmful.

Besides the limitation of having one-time talisman seals on the body, the damage of mental confrontation can almost be ignored.

For example, in the guarding session of the challenger, Wang Ling only needs to sit and calculate the function in his head.

Whoever dared to invade his mental space, his head was immediately entangled by countless parabolas, and then he crashed on the spot…

According to the memories of the personnel who awoke after fighting with Wang Ling.

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

After waking up, they didn’t even have a hint of failure.

On the contrary, I felt very guilty for not learning math well.

So just in the game, some rumors scattered.

“Hou Langsang…a magical man! Actually, he was calculating math problems during the game…”

“Hou Nang-sang is really a gentle man. I heard that Yonekura was injured and he was also cured by Hou Nang-sang. He actually healed his opponent.”

“It’s no wonder that many people join the Grey Cult, I understand! This is a magical man!”

“So is the Jiudao Hehui Branch still recruiting people? My Chinese is good, and my math is good.”

Wang Ling: “…”

……

In the infinite galaxy, the original monk is playing backgammon with Xi.

The first game of chess was not finished before the monk turned to use his own “卍字曈” to cast the Wang Ling game on Earth in the sky.

The monk is eager to leave after the game with him.

However, when he saw that the screen cast in the sky was Wang Ling’s game, the speed of the placement was actually slowed down on purpose.

He pretends to be thinking about the chess game seriously, and he seems to be completely indifferent, but in fact he is quietly watching Wang Ling’s every move with his extra light.

“Hang, you are really not frank.”

The monk couldn’t help laughing: “If you want to see it, just look at it openly. This poor monk has time.”

Frowning: “Monk, you should know who he is…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, this poor monk doesn’t know.”

The monk Golden Lantern fiddled with the Buddha beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed and his expression looked very mysterious: “You already have the answer in your heart, don’t you…”

Silence fell silent, but only three words were spoken: “Mystery.”

The monk laughed: “Whimsical thoughts.”

Her long sigh: “But apart from this, I really can’t think of the origin of his power.”

“Destiny is still locked there, so it is impossible to him.”

The golden lamp monk shook his head and said, “I thought about many kinds of probabilities, but in the end they were all rejected by myself. Have you seen this poor monk’s swastika? At first, I was just trying to test my identity. With a trace of its outline, the little monk’s swastika, which is a thousand years old, has been blinded.”

“There is such a thing.”

Hang, and Peng Xiren hearing this, the expression on his face was shocked.

They have never heard the monk mention it.

“isn’t this too ridiculous, monk…”

Although Xi had just been eaten under Wang Ling’s hands, he still didn’t believe that Wang Ling would be so powerful…

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

“If you don’t believe me, you can try it.” The monk laughed: “Now, you can enter Ling Zhenren’s mind to take a look. Use mental power to try to invade and then understood.”

“What’s your conspiracy…” The ferocious expression was a little alert.

“It’s just a response to your doubts. Practice is the truth, isn’t it. If you are afraid, this poor monk understands. After all, this poor monk is also afraid.” The monk said with a smile.

“Oh, just try! Try and try!” snorted.