Strongman in a mental hospital

"Chief, who do you think will win between the two?"

Underground, more than [-] instructors gathered in front of that screen without blinking their eyes.

Before Yuan Gang could answer, another instructor said: "Does that matter? Although Lin Qiye is also the agent of the gods, he is a rookie after all, so he can't win."

"That's not necessarily the case. To be honest, although Wang Mian's Shenxu is ridiculously strong, but that is after the realm has been raised. In the 'Zhan' realm, the power he can exert is too limited, and Yiyuan is sealed. , the odds of winning with Lin Qiye are really [-]-[-]."

"That's right, if the king face is replaced by the agent of Athena from the Phoenix team, Lin Qiye probably won't be able to survive five moves. After all, it is a humanoid tyrannosaurus. The gap in strength cannot be made up by speed."

"So what if Lin Qiye really wins?" One of the instructors couldn't help muttering, "Could it be true that according to what the chief said, let them end the training immediately?"

"If that's the case, the higher-ups will probably blow our brains out."

Yuan Gang watched the battlefield between the two silently, and said slowly, "Let's watch it first, it's too early to say anything before the two of them decide the winner."

"Do you go all out?"

Hearing Lin Qiye's words, Wang Mian nodded with appreciation in his eyes.

"very good."

clang--!

The knives in the hands of the two collided, and at the same time, the Time God Market opened again.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and mobilized his mental state to the peak. If there is no accident, the battle between them will soon have a result.

Yi Yuan's blade sliced ​​across the air, making a faint buzzing sound, Lin Qiye subconsciously raised the blade, and slashed at Yi Yuan!

At this moment, invisible ripples suddenly appeared in Wang Mian's eyes under the mask, and a tyrannical divine coercion burst out from his eyes, crashing violently into Lin Qiye's mind.

Lin Qiye shocked countless people with the divine power of Seraphim, but it was the first time he was shocked by someone else's divine power. Almost at the moment when the divine power of the God of Time erupted, Lin Qiye's eyes also shrank!

In his eyes, two dazzling golden lights emerged, like a pair of burning furnaces, exuding terrifying divine power!

In mid-air, two eyes collided.

A gust of wind erupted from the center of the eyes of the two, and the raging divine power centered on the two of them, overwhelming the audience!

"Fuck, these two people stared at each other, why is it windy!" Baili Pangpang exclaimed.

Tian Ping stared intently at the two people in the distance, and muttered to himself: "Now the gods behind the two are fighting."

The might of the Seraphim collided fiercely with the god of time for a few seconds, and the eyes of both of them began to bloodshot. Now they are not competing with their own strength, but the divine power contained in their bodies!

boom--!

With a soft sound, Wang Mian suddenly groaned and took half a step back.

At the same time, the Time God Market around him shattered every inch of it!

Lin Qiye's eyes flashed brightly, and he stepped forward

Suddenly swing the knife!

This time, Wang Mian didn't have time to block with his sword.

The light blue blade cut across the mask of the king's face, cutting the character "王" on it in two!

Kacha-!

The king's mask is broken.

Under the mask, a delicate and calm face was revealed, looking helplessly at Lin Qiye in front of him.

The onlookers stood up abruptly, gasping for air!

Including all the instructors sitting in front of the screen, there was a sudden thump in my heart, the secret is not good!

"Feel sorry"

Wang Mian looked into Lin Qiye's eyes and said something in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, the ripples in his eyes rippled again.

Time God Market, unfold!

The fragments of the mask that shattered in mid-air quickly flowed back to Wang Mian's face, his leaning back figure gradually returned to its original position, and everyone who stood up around them sat back as they were, with a look of confusion in their eyes.

Lin Qiye's body backtracked uncontrollably, the straight knife went back the same way, the cracks on the mask began to recover, and his body returned to the position before swinging the knife

Lin Qiye's eyes widened, full of shock!

Time, back to three seconds ago.

At that time, the duel between the two had not yet been decided, he had not yet swung his sword, and the mask of the king's face had not yet been shattered.

The surrounding crowd seemed to have forgotten the scene just now, and were still trying their best to cheer for the two of them. Only Lin Qiye remembered what happened just now.

No, the ones who know what just happened, besides Lin Qiye, are the instructors who are staring at the screen all the time.

"He cut off the mask of the king's face?!!"

"Fuck!"

"Fortunately, the king's face has gone back in time, otherwise we would have really played off!"

"However, is something like backtracking in time that can be used by the 'zhan' environment?"

"It's not just that the king's face unsealed the realm, at that moment, he at least reached the 'Chuan' realm."

"Doesn't that mean we lost?!"

"Ahem, now Lin Qiye has not cut off the mask of the king's face, so we have not lost."

"But he unlocked the realm! Isn't this cheating!"

"Students, how can you call it shameless? Do you really want this training to end here, and you will be happy?"

""

All the instructors suddenly quarreled, and at this moment, Yuan Gang slowly stood up from his seat and looked at the time.

"It's already nine o'clock, the battle is over."

"Boss, win or lose"

Yuan Gang glanced at him, and said calmly: "The training camp must be carried out. It's not for our face, it's for the future of these children."

"Yes"

ground.

Lin Qiye lowered his head to look at the knife in his hand, and then looked at the king's face in front of him. After a while, he finally came to his senses.

"You cheat"

"Hush!!!"

Wang Mian stretched out his finger to his mouth, then leaned close to Lin Qiye's ear, and whispered:

"Lin Qiye, I admit that I just lost to you, but this time the recruit training must be carried out, do you understand what I mean?"

Lin Qiye's expression suddenly became strange.

"You want me to pretend I didn't win? Act like nothing happened?"

"That's what it means." Wang Mian nodded, and then added, "But don't worry, all the instructors have seen your performance. After this battle is over, you can ask them to give you some money as the winner." compensate."

Lin Qiye raised his brows, "I am a person with principles."

"I guess it should be no problem for them to send you a 50 red envelope."

"My Principles"

"Maybe, they will give you a forbidden object for self-defense."

"Ahem, mine"

"Well, I owe you another favor." Wang Mian looked into Lin Qiye's eyes, "As the captain of the Masked Squad, I owe you a favor."

"make a deal!"