"Hey, the guy named Feng, although I don't understand the whole story, you came to our side, right?"
"Now that we're all broken up, don't take into account the old friendship and join us to take down this guy. This is also for your own good."
Jiang Qian was a little dissatisfied when he looked at Feng, who had been trying to make ends meet.
"If you let this guy go back, your rebellion will be known. If you kill him, the news will not leak out and you will be safe."
Li Xiaobai looked at the wind and said.
It should be said that the white-haired boy is a bit handsome, but he is full of decadence.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?"
Feng nodded and asked. He hoped that someone could tell him the answer, because he felt that thinking was too troublesome.
"I don't know your rules either. In short, you should limit his movements as much as possible."
Li Xiaobai pulled the Da Jian pen out of the ground and said to the wind.
He didn't have a good impression of the Son of God. He planned to let Feng Xian be used as cannon fodder. He and Jiang Qida Jianbi were waiting for the opportunity. I believe the other two thought the same.
"I'll give it a try."
Feng immediately ran towards Hui Lian.
"You're looking for death, Feng!"
"The patience I have left for you is gone. If you attack me, you will definitely die!"
Hui Lian's tone was solemn.
"Hui Lian, I want the excitement I felt when I saved Ah Yin. I want to figure out what that impulse is."
Feng was still talking to himself. He had already run in front of Hui Lian. His running speed, let alone Hui Lian's, was that of a mortal. In Li Xiaobai's opinion, it was still very slow and full of flaws.
"Who cares about you? If you dare to attack me, I will crush it even if it is a baby!"
"die!"
Hui Lian was furious and kicked the wind with lightning speed.
At the critical moment, Feng's body shifted slightly, avoiding the kick impartially, and stretched out his hand to fish downwards. Suddenly, there was an extra foot on the originally empty surface. It belonged to Hui Lian, and it happened to be caught by Feng Lian. He grabbed his ankle, pulled gently, and fell to the ground.
"I held him back, what next?"
Feng dragged Hui Lian's ankles and ran around in the field, which made Hui Lian feel bad.
He was shocked. Feng had predicted his movements and not only avoided his kick. The moment he finally grabbed his ankle, it was as if he had sent his ankle into Feng's hands.
This requires perfect prediction, but the question is, how does the wind know which direction he will step?
Was it the visual object that did it?
That cube-like thing?
"How did you do it?"
"Can you see through my [Love Brain]'s dynamic vision?"
Hui Lian asked.
"I don't know, it's just a feeling."
Feng dragged Hui Lian all over the place very seriously, replying while running. He was waiting for Li Xiaobai's next instruction.
Hui Lian was stunned: "Do you rely on your senses to avoid my attack?"
Feng answered every question: "That's not that. I saw that and hid from it."
When he saw it, he hid away.
This is the biggest insult to Hui Lian. The dynamic vision given by his laws is top-notch. Not only can he see the movement of every hair of his opponent, he can even accurately capture the movement a few seconds later.
But facing him, the Son of God with top-notch vision and top-notch body, someone actually told him that they saw him and hid away.
This is a provocation to the dynamic laws and a provocation to his physical abilities. He can't stand it!
"The trash without rules also tries to suppress me, the visualization object [love brain]!"
Hui Lian roared, his head bloomed with intense pink light, his skull became crystal clear, and the pink brain could be seen inside.
It was his visualization object, integrated with his physical body, and complementary to the power of the law, which was the most ideal state.
Keenly observing Feng's body shape, he twisted his ankle slightly, followed the force point of Feng's wrist, and easily broke free by turning sideways.
"It's so amazing, it turns out you can do this kind of wonderful thing."
Feng stared at his palm with wide eyes, full of curiosity.
He said this from the bottom of his heart. If he could master this trick, he would be able to break free by lying still when someone catches him.
But hearing it in Hui Lian's ears was undoubtedly the harshest ridicule.
"Asshole, I will really kill you this time!"
"Don't think that just because you are a son of God you can escape disaster!"
Hui Lian was furious, her eyes turned pink, and she frequently attacked Feng, but she was always dodged by Feng at the critical moment.
Then Feng squatted down again, stretched out his hand, and one of his feet automatically came to the door and was grabbed by him. With a strong tug, Hui Lian fell to the ground and was dragged all over the place to eat ashes again.
"Hey, Baiyi, what are you doing next?"
Feng shouted at Li Xiaobai.
"Um...this..."
Li Xiaobai was also confused, and Jiang Que couldn't understand the situation. He looked at Da Jianbi and asked, "What's the situation?"
Da Jianbi shook his hair coolly: "Genius, no explanation."
"I know he is a genius, but it's so strange. Doesn't he know how to flatten people?"
"And how come his visualization objects are just like decorations, and they don't use any rules. Where did you get this stuff from?"
Li Xiaobai felt very surprised. Feng's strength was so strong. He felt that Hui Lian, who was extremely difficult and couldn't even find a flaw, could be carried around so easily.
It is beyond the limits of genius to purely use physical ability to fight against imaginary objects and laws.
"It's a long story, but he just doesn't know how to beat people up. Say something to him quickly, maybe he can kill that guy called Hui Lian directly."
Da Jianbi encouraged Li Xiaobai.
Li Xiaobai understood, cleared his throat, and shouted to the wind: "Brother Feng, twist his head off, completely twist it off from his neck."
"OK!"
Feng stopped, threw himself on Hui Lian, and started to twist his neck.
Hui Lian's eyes were cold, seeing the way Feng exerted force at that moment, he twisted his body along the direction of the force and broke free.
But then Feng also twisted his body along with his strength to break away, and sat on his back again. His hands were still on his head, twisting back bit by bit.
The hard body made of steel was actually twisted, and the neck slowly turned sideways with the terrifying force coming from the wind hand.
"Hui Lian, I seem to have learned it. What is this trick called?"
Feng asked.
"How can this be!"
"I will be suppressed by you!"
Hui Lian was shocked. Seeing through the opponent's movements, strength, and direction requires top-notch dynamic vision. To keep up with this keen vision and reaction, it requires an extremely powerful body.
Only by meeting these two requirements can he hone his own fighting skills, not just hand-to-hand combat, but also martial arts, magical powers, or the operation of laws. In the dynamic vision of his [Love Brain], There is nowhere to hide.
It can be said that his vision is so strong that it can be compared to predicting the future, but just like that, it was suppressed by Feng, who didn't even know how to visualize objects!
Moreover, this skill, which relies on talent and rules, has been honed over time, and the other party actually learned it just by watching it once. Don’t be too outrageous!
At this moment, he recalled the scene in his childhood when Feng was forced by the gods to compete in the ring with other sons of gods, and ended up brutally torturing all the sons of gods. That was a humiliation that they could never wash away in their lives, and no one even thought about it until the end. Feng's true strength was forced out.
It is also for this reason that the gods believe that Feng is the genius with the strongest divine blood among all the sons of gods.
But, isn't he showing off? This genius is idle and lazy all day long, and can't even understand the rules. How can a person who doesn't practice much at all easily suppress himself, the Son of God, who practices day and night?
Feng had no mood swings, but his tone was slightly doubtful: "Did I suppress you? But I haven't felt that inexplicable impulse yet."
