Fake Mechanic

The conversation between the two was covered by the noise, and Xiang Yu was not facing the microphone, so no one except the person involved knew exactly what Feng Yu, who had just amazed the audience, said to his opponent in just four or five seconds.

Wei was a little curious, "Why, suddenly conscience found out?"

Xiang Yu chuckled twice, "It's really not easy for a little guy who can work hard on a wooden knife for ten years. If he is hit by me and becomes depressed and loses his faith in life, wouldn't it be my fault? ?”

"Are you so confident that you can go through that barrage in only 18 seconds?"

"You have the patience to live and die without reading my heart, I admire you."

It's rare that the black-bellied queen is in the mood to cooperate with her now, playing the role of admirer for once, and Xiang Yu feels very satisfied.

The field has been cleared and the timer has been reset.

Xiang Yu was hanging around with a wooden knife on his shoulder, almost annoying to pick his nose and flick his nails. This time, the audience was not as quiet as before. A nest of bumblebees was flying around the gymnasium.

Fatty doesn't care what these brats who want to make a fool of themselves think. To him, this is actually just a game. Since there are no blood-clothed guards in Huaijin Academy, things have developed to the present and there are accidents that he is vaguely worried about. , then simply enjoy the fun of the game.

If it will make the audience extremely upset later, why bother to pretend to be cowardly now to disgust yourself and help others?

Feng Yu's method is indeed very classic and has a sense of fighting beauty. Ignoring the constant shooting of tennis balls in the air to forcibly break through the level of appreciation, it is comparable to a scene in a martial arts movie where the handsome hero crosses the mountain with a knife and crosses the sea of ​​​​fire. The moment when he dared to snatch his woman was dead.

But it's Yin Tianchou's turn to appear. In the eyes of passionate boys and girls, it's like a pirate director who is overwhelmed and trying to remake this classic film that cannot be reproduced, so as to reproduce the glory of the time.

No one cares about what Xiang Yu will do next. Everyone thinks that this guy is most likely to choose to get down, stage a scene of creeping forward in embarrassment, or simply admit defeat and leave. As for the expression of indifference, it is simply a bluff That's all.

However, there are still two people who are watching carefully, lest they miss every subtle movement of him.

One was Feng Yu, who was stimulated by the 18-second arrogant declaration, and the other, of course, was Qu Luoshen.

……

The wooden knife in his hand has obviously been around for some time. It is said to be a knife, but in fact, it is just a long and thin piece of wood cut randomly, and even the tip of the knife is just a small sharp corner. Chat to make up the numbers.

There is nothing wrapped around the handle, and it has become as smooth as pebbles washed countless times by the river after being rubbed for a long time. The only special feature is that this wooden knife is carved from Shen Xinghuai, a special product of Yishixing. It is extremely heavy to hold, just like a real sword.

However, it was not this that touched Xiang Yu's heart, but this wooden knife was brown all over, and upon closer inspection, faint traces of layers could be seen.Shen Xinghuai's whole body is snow-white, and it won't change easily after many years of aging. There is only one reason for this brown color——

A certain person swung the heavy wooden knife countless times, and the sweat dripped down his wrist onto the wooden knife. The inorganic components accumulated and corroded the surface of Shen Xinghuai, and this knife was stained with old brown lines.

In Xiang Yu's mind, he even imagined a child not much taller than a knife, covered in sweat, panting sharply while leaning on a heavy wooden knife.In my previous life, it seems that I was also such a person?If one is obsessed with one thing, it seems that one will pour time and energy into it crazily. Unexpectedly, Feng Yu, whose face is like a mask, is really a little lunatic practicing martial arts.

To be able to wield a wooden knife at a young age to knock down rainstorming tennis balls one by one, and dash through this layer of barrage that is more than ten meters wide, is indeed worthy of the cheers and admiration of the little girls in the auditorium.

"Wei, you should be able to retrieve this Feng Yu's personal file?"

As soon as the words from the bottom of my heart fell, along with Wei's answer, a set of biographical records appeared in the void in front of Xiang Yu's eyes.

"He's not a son of a wealthy family. His family runs a small fitness gym that has been passed down for two generations. He was able to enter Huaijin Academy in the name of special recruitment, etc., and there is a recommendation from a special guarantor." , but the file does not indicate who the guarantor is.”

"It's interesting," Xiang Yu pondered for a moment, then tapped his shoulder with the wooden knife in his hand, as if he had made up his mind, lifted his downcast eyes, and smiled slightly at Feng Yu on the sidelines.

……

Niu Yonglang over there seemed impatient to wait, and yelled loudly, "Are you ready? If the ground is full of balls later, don't complain about the lack of a place to stay."

It was only at this moment that Xiang Yu realized that the three tennis practice machines had started to spit out small green balls at speeds ranging from 80-120 kilometers per hour, and the endlessly bouncing gadgets rolled everywhere.

Naturally, the young master of the Niu family didn't mean to remind him, this sentence was just to shut Xiang Yu's mouth.

Putting the microphone in his waist casually, Xiang Yu held the wooden knife and slashed forward, taking the first step.

The infrared timing device was triggered, and the numbers that had been reset to zero on the huge light screen began to jump again.

The pitch is 28 meters long and there is no disturbance at the beginning and end of about seven meters.

But when he saw Xiang Yu's movements, Feng Yu's pupils shrank instantly - this guy didn't accelerate!

Not only did Xiang Yu not seize the time to speed up, but he seemed to be strolling in the imperial garden of the emperor's house, strolling leisurely, with the wooden knife in his hand still tapping lightly on his shoulder, just like the calm steps under his feet.

The audience was in an uproar again, what the hell?Did he think he was a ghost?Just walking slowly like this?

The distance of seven meters, at Xiang Yu's current pace, is only a dozen steps, four to five seconds.

Under the impact of this weird picture, the gymnasium also began to gradually quiet down. No one knew whether the newly recruited physical education teacher would be thrown forward and backward by countless tennis balls whistling in the next second, and ran away with his head in his arms. , This thought flashed through the minds of almost everyone except Xiang Yu.

The safety zone passed by in a few breaths, and finally an emerald green tennis ball seemed to have spotted the guy who didn't take the barrage seriously, and shot at him angrily.

The acceleration of the five senses was activated instantly, and the tennis ball at a speed of 25 meters per second was immediately dragged into another slow-flowing time frame by an invisible force. From the perspective of Xiang Yu, whose holy-level consciousness roamed every inch of his body's reflex nerves, the tennis ball could not fly for a long time. The threat of Mi's little green ball was immediately reduced to zero.

"Aren't you planning to use your extraordinary dynamic vision and reflexes to take advantage of loopholes?" Wei asked suspiciously, "You don't think it's fast, but in the eyes of those brats, maybe you will become The Flash all at once."

Wei's words sounded like a lot, but they were nothing more than an instant exchange of thoughts.Xiang Yu directly overturned her conjecture and concerns.

"Of course not, otherwise you would say that I acted too much."

After answering a sentence from the bottom of his heart, Xiang Yu's right hand moved.

The wooden knife left his shoulder and swung quickly towards the shooting tennis ball!

However, unlike Feng Yu's quick block, Xiang Yu's movement was a swing, as if he was about to hit a home run, he directly followed the ball of the tennis ball, and then added more strength!

Send Buddha to the West.

After the emerald green tennis ball that was flying slowly was hit by the hard and heavy Shen Xing wooden knife, a concave deformation appeared at the point where the wooden knife touched the ball. The originally round tennis ball suddenly became like a beginner drawing big banana drawn by young children.

After being hit by this force, the sphere no longer rotates, but shoots straight towards a certain place.Even in the slow time frame, it's still as fast as a bullet leaving the chamber.

After the first shot was completed, Xiang Yu took a quick step forward without stopping, and came to the second tennis ball he had chosen that was suitable for hitting. The brown wooden knife was like a bat that a super hitter gathered his life's glory, and swung it again. out!

Followed by the third, the fourth!

After the fifth blow was completed, Xiang Yu simply released the acceleration of the five senses, and his body, which was as agile as electricity, became leisurely and relaxed again. At this time, only [-] seconds had passed since he swung the first knife.

He even stood where he was, and glanced at Feng Yu's direction with a smile.

……

In the ears of the audience, there were only five dull blows in an instant, which was slightly louder than Feng Yu's blocking sound in the previous round. As for Xiang Yu's five blows in a little over a second No one could see clearly the movement of swinging the knife.

Everyone only felt that this guy seemed to be swaying a few times in a hurry. However, the loud bang after the five dull blows was what made them feel unbelievable.

The three tennis training machines on both sides of the court were all tilted to the side, the heavy base was turned up, and even the sandbags on both sides of the base were lifted, and what made everyone speechless was—— —White smoke came out from the motor positions of the three ball machines, and they were completely scrapped!

The motor failed, and the ball machine that was tilted to the side misfired instantly.

The depression on the metal shell of the motor obviously did not stop the huge force of the tennis ball from destroying the fragile internal coil. Five tennis balls hit three serving machines respectively, and the last one was completely destroyed after only one shot. The steel pipe that launched the tennis ball was skewed on the floor. On the ground, a tennis ball that was too late to be ejected was slowly spit out, rolled weakly for dozens of centimeters, and never moved again.

The tennis cannon was destroyed, and the barrage disappeared instantly.

Under the eyes of everyone, and in silence, Xiang Yu carried the wooden knife and came to the strength testing machine with five points of glibness, three points of ruffianism, and two points of coquettishness.

He even had some free time to take out the microphone pinned to his back, and gave a test tone carefully, before asking Niu Yonglang whose chin almost fell to the floor, "One more punch, should it be over?"

On the super-large light screen, the huge numbers are extremely eye-catching.

seventeen.