The Dark Temple is the strongest killer move that Wang Wu has mastered now, but it cannot be regarded as a magic weapon to win.

First, it will take a long time to unfold. It will take at least a few minutes from the ignition of the Dark Divine Fire to the completion of the temple, from the completion of the temple to the opening of the Abyss Gate. During this period, if Lin Feng mobilizes the combat power in the dream space, it will be difficult for the Dark Divine Temple to be successfully built.

Secondly, after the retraining, Wang Wu had just broken through to the junior dream builder. The Dark Temple was built shortly after it was built. He still had something unfamiliar to control it. He took a little risky approach as a winning killer move.

But Wang Wu did not care too much. Lin Feng's strength exceeded expectations and the battle situation became worse. If he didn't take any risks, he would have no chance of winning.

"Wang Wu, it's finally your turn to open the trump card first."

Lin Feng's smile seemed to usher in the biting cold wind, cruel and happy. Wang Wu subconsciously felt something was wrong, because as the Dark Temple quickly took shape behind him, Lin Feng did not respond at all.

"Use the Dark Temple as bait to try to attract my attention, and then pin your hopes on those wastes, Wang Wu, when did you become so sentimental? Where did you go when you were the cold and ruthless you used to be?"

"I always value feelings. The setting of cold and ruthlessness is your brain to make up for it, right?"

"That's right, Wang Wu, enjoy the next game."

Lin Feng sneered and opened a window in the darkness. It was Lin Feng's vision in the real plane.

Just as Wang Wu quickly built the temple, Lin Feng launched a crazy killing in the real plane. He did not rely on dream building techniques - after the dream space was invaded by the Dark Temple, Lin Feng could not use the power of the dream freely.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Feng pulled out his soft sword from his robe and actually fought with the challengers in close combat!

"Damn, you actually have a double talent!?"

"Wang Wu, you are not the only one who knows the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts! The Lin family's martial arts level alliance is the first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng's soft sword had emitted a glimmer of light. It was not the ability of the weapon itself, but the powerful sword energy infused by Lin Feng!

The moves are mediocre, and it can be seen that Lin Feng's martial arts cultivation is not very strong. However, the sharpness of the sword energy infused with the sword energy cannot be controlled. Tie Feng, the heavy-armed warrior who was closest to the point of dodging, was cut off by a sword. Tie Feng sacrificed his life to launch a shield strike with his left hand, but only created a brilliant spark on Lin Feng - he could not penetrate the shield defense at all.

“Hell…”

After leaving the last sentence of life, as Lin Feng waved his sword with his backhand, Tie Feng's head flew high, and the dead eyes only regretted that his shield attack failed to work.

"Brother!"

The only heavy attacker among the Iron Man Brothers is also the youngest. He lost his rationality while witnessing his relatives' death. He yelled and swung his battle axe to chop Lin Feng's back. As the first clumsy heavy-armed warrior, he knew very well that he did not have the strength of his ancestor Temujin, who combined strength and precision.

That's all he can do...

boom!

Lin Feng's protective blue light struggled and eventually broke into a sky full of light. Although his shield was powerful, he could not withstand the full blown attack of dozens of kilograms of tomahawk. However, the tomahawk was exhausted and Lin Feng's software pulled back. Although it was not very accurate, he still cut off the opponent in half!

"Huh, you bunch of scum. It's impressive."

Lin Feng smiled mockingly and wiped away the blood from his face.

The challengers have suffered more than half of their casualties, and the Iron Man brothers, the backbone, have died to the point where only one person is left.

And Lin Feng just lost a prop.

"Don't worry, I only brought one shield of this level. From now on, I don't have any protective props. You can attack it with confidence. If you have good luck, you may be able to hurt the noble blue-blooded nobleman a little."

Lin Feng spread his hands. The slender soft sword hung down obliquely, looking very relaxed.

But Lao Zhang and others no longer dared to act rashly. Now all the remote outputs have been killed, and the remaining few people will seem to be dead if they get close to them.

Wang Wu was trapped in the dream space, and his original bloodthirsty technique gradually lost its effect. But surprisingly, everyone retained a strong fighting spirit and did not fall into panic.

This mentality has far surpassed the first level. Even the challengers felt incredible.

Is it a breakthrough in the death battle? Or is it just a mere fact that I am not willing to accept this result?

Everyone's performance is already very good. The will to fight to the death is far beyond the first level. Xiaohong in the overflow period also hid strength beyond expectations. Logically speaking, victory should be something in his pocket. From any perspective, it should be like this.

So the current situation is particularly unwilling.

Have we done something wrong? Why can't we enjoy the fruits of victory? What should we do?

Is this Lin Feng really only 1,500 points?

——

“The year-end bonus of the people in the assessment group is halved.”

In the underground monitoring room, a young man who looked like a team leader sighed, "Arranging such a person on the first floor will make people think that the Management Committee is deliberately suppressing them. The previous seven results and even the entire Grand Challenge Competition System will be questioned. What are you doing?"

The staff behind him looked at each other: "This competition was not a plan made by the people in our evaluation team, but it was arranged directly by the above. We are also very strange..."

"The above arrangements directly?" The young man was shocked and jumped up from the seat. "That's all, but the competition can no longer continue in this way. It's just a one-sided massacre. I'll send a notice of suspension. This time, the winner will be ignored. The winner will be given to these challengers in the name of compensation. As for Lin Feng, I will go and talk about it myself..."

After saying that, the staff next to him quickly contacted the host in front. The host was stunned for a while and immediately shouted loudly with the amplification device: "I'm very sorry. Now I have received an emergency notice. Due to the error in the pre-match assessment, the gap in strength between the two sides of the battle was too large. The game was urgently suspended and the game was urgently suspended!"

"Appointment!? What are you doing!?"

The audience protested at the first time. Such a wonderful game was forcibly stopped without seeing it. It was easy to get prostatitis!

However, a few people felt relieved. Although this one-sided massacre was exciting, it was not human. The challenger's performance was good enough, so there was no need to die on the stage to prove anything. I believe that if they were smart enough, they would stop...

"Stop!? Fuck you!"

The challengers in the arena roared in unison. Until now, the prize money and survival are no longer the key. No matter how much money you have, you cannot buy back the lives of the dead. The surviving survival was no longer accepted when they decided to participate. All they wanted was victory, not a sudden end.

"You guys, are you in your head?"

Lin Feng shook his head incomprehensible: "It's rare to have a chance to have the best of both worlds, why bother to die? Do you really think you have a chance to win? The maggots in the cesspool should not dream of turning into butterflies."

The challengers were stunned.

Maggots in the cesspool?

Ah, that's right. Our group of wastes, which are covered in scars and are in short order, are no different from maggots, but even maggots have their own dignity. In order to prove this dignity, we go to the arena and die at will.

Now, the noble young master who is arrogant is standing in the same arena as us and being watched by the same audience?

Half of the cheers just now were dedicated to us.

Our blood has also been stained with your noble body.

The two sides fighting in the arena are inseparable from each other.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts arose in the challengers' minds, but in the end they only had a shout.

"Maggots? Maggots, you are paralyzed!"

Headed by the captain, the challengers launched a fearless charge.

Lao Zhang first threw the flying knife, his speed and accurate head were just ordinary, but when Lao Zhang's bloodshot eyes stared at him, Lin Feng subconsciously felt a little scared, and his dodging movement was slowed down by half a beat and his cheek was scratched.

"Damn it!"

The pain ignited Lin Feng's anger in an instant, but he had just raised his arm and tried to wave the soft sword. The sharp pain from his head made him twitch all over.

Dreams are destroyed faster than expected.

Lin Feng did not have enough talent to master the second use of distraction. When he showed his power in the real plane, the dream space was almost unprepared. Wang Wu's dark temple took root without any resistance, corroding the other party's proud dream space, the Cliff of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Compared to the erosion of the Dark Temple, the damage caused by Wang Wu's poisonous tongue is actually more serious.

"Lin Feng, you actually have the attitude to call others maggots. When you were feasting in the septic tank, even the most dedicated maggots would feel ashamed. Why, have you forgotten that wonderful time? Do you need me to remember it for you?"

"Wang Wu! Don't think you can stand on my head forever!"

"Puff, who will stand on your shit?"

"you!?"

The dialogue with Wang Wu kept tearing Lin Feng's reason, so even though he knew that this might be fooled by Wang Wu, Lin Feng continued to invest his chips in his dreams, from the beasts in the wasteland to the behemoth beasts, Lin Feng formed a large army to attack the Dark Temple, and soon broke through the outer defense... The defense soldiers in the construction of the sub-base were not as solid as a solid foundation. As long as Lin Feng continued to invest his troops, it was only a matter of time before Wang Wu's defeat in the dream space.

However, when Lao Zhang's dagger cuts Lin Feng's shoulder in the real plane...

"So that's it. I didn't expect you to be really trying to protect this group of scum. Since that's the case, I won't let you do it!"

The tide-like offensive in the dream space came to an abrupt end, and Lin Feng withdrew from the dream while he was in sight of victory.

The soft sword danced again, and the sword light was like water, reaping life in the flow.

Zhang Xiuwen's head was raised high.

In the dream space, Lin Feng laughed wildly: "Wang Wu, even if I can't kill you, I can kill your friends and relatives!"

Wang Wu raised his eyelids, and a hint of pleasure appeared in his blood-red eyes: "Silly. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

As the emotions such as anger, sadness spread, the Temple of Darkness expanded rapidly behind him, and the door to the abyss opened. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!