Chapter 12641

Chapter 12641

No one uttered a sound for a long time.

Even Zhang Fengxiao, who had won against Zhang Baiyu for the first time ever, had an extremely complicated expression on his face at this moment.

He did win, but his victory was hardly anything of substance.

"A win is a win, and a loss is a loss!"

Zhang Fengxiao immediately composed himself and adopted the arrogant posture of a victor: "Zhang Baiyu, this is the first time I've beaten you today. There will be a second and a third time in the future. Just you wait!"

Zhang Baiyu shook his head with pity: "There won't be a second time."

"what?"

Zhang Fengxiao sneered, "I thought you were different from those good-for-nothings, but I didn't expect you to be just as bad as him, unable to even honor your bet. Zhang Baiyu, I misjudged you."

Zhang Baiyu shook his head, offering no rebuttal.

"Speechless now, huh?"

Zhang Fengxiao wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule his elder brother again, since he rarely had the chance to do so in person.

Today, he must take this opportunity to completely break free from his inner demons.

He had a strong premonition that after today, he would be able to completely shake off the shadows of the past.

From now on, the sky is high and birds can fly freely.

Whether it's the lineage of the strategist or Zhang Baiyu, they are destined to be nothing more than insignificant supporting characters in his past.

Until the final beam of light from the track fell on Lin Yi's head.

Zhang Fengxiao's smile froze instantly.

"Why is it him again?"

The others also wore strange expressions, and couldn't help but recall the widely circulated rumor.

The Terminator is the son of the Track God, and the Terminator Emperor is the grandson of the Track God.

That sounds outrageous.

But thinking about it carefully, ever since the Terminator appeared in Tianjun, everything, from the track hall to the track arrival, has been strictly tied to the Terminator Association.

Especially when the track arrives, the entire race will be eliminated.

If you said there wasn't a single shady deal involved, no one would believe it.

As a result, the last of the ten challenge slots has, unsurprisingly, been given to the Terminator.

No matter how you look at it, it's solid evidence.

Otherwise, none of this can be explained at all.

Watching Lin Yi appear on the altar, Zhang Fengxiao forced a smile: "That's good. If we won so easily in the end, I would find it too boring."

"The last challenge spot is for you. I know what the track master means."

"A new generation replaces the old; this is a coronation ceremony specially prepared for me by the God of the Track. It's a good time for us to settle things once and for all!"

Lin Yi looked at him strangely: "A coronation ceremony? Do you have so much inner monologue?"

His words elicited a subtle expression from everyone present.

"..."

Zhang Fengxiao suddenly felt an urge to dig his feet into the ground.

Even if that's really what he was thinking, the current atmosphere gave off a strangely childish vibe.

The challenge begins.

Everyone was waiting to see what Lin Yi would do.

After all, given his current status in Tianjun, which even surpasses that of Emperor Sheng, he shouldn't disappoint them in any way.

Zhang Fengxiao sneered: "Expect my ass! What's the use of being strong if he doesn't have the support ability?"

Lin Yi did not use any auxiliary abilities.

As a result, when the first wave of bloodthirsty demons charged down, the civilians suffered no casualties and quickly and effortlessly cleared the level.

The entire audience was stunned.

"No? He also knows Zhang Baiyu's ultimate manipulation?"

"He's not just good at it, I think he's even better than Zhang Baiyu!"

"What kind of move is this? Isn't it exclusive to the strategist lineage?"

There is much discussion from all sides.

Even Emperor Sheng's gaze towards Lin Yi in the arena grew increasingly solemn.

Zhang Baiyu was not surprised at all; he was more certain of Lin Yi's strength than anyone else present.

It's not just simple trust, but rather a judgment based on extreme rationality.

"How could this be! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhang Fengxiao's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot on the spot.

At this moment, the oppressive feeling that Lin Yi was experiencing was still the same as that he had felt from Zhang Baiyu just moments before!
Both Zhang Baiyu and Lin Yi exert extreme control over ordinary people, but Zhang Baiyu relies on the power of his primordial spirit, while Lin Yi uses the will of the world. The two are fundamentally different by more than one dimension.

This absolute difference in hardware configuration is more than enough to compensate for the lack of control at the level of consciousness.

Moreover, in terms of control alone, Lin Yi is not much worse than Zhang Baiyu.

The combined effect is that, under Lin Yi's guidance, the common people's individual movements and teamwork are smoother than Zhang Baiyu's.

When Zhang Baiyu was on the field, at least everyone could feel the mechanical sensation of being manipulated in the civilians.

In contrast, at this moment, they appear to be a group of living, breathing people.

"Imitating a cat to draw a tiger? Ha! They must have used some underhanded methods. Do they really think anyone can imitate Zhang Baiyu?"

Zhang Fengxiao dreamed of trampling Zhang Baiyu underfoot, but at least at this moment, no one knew Zhang Baiyu's worth better than him.

Even someone as strong as Lin Yi wasn't qualified to provoke Zhang Baiyu in his eyes.

Imitation won't work.

Zhang Fengxiao gritted his teeth and sneered: "The second wave will expose your true colors."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a second wave of bat-winged demons appeared, and they were all smashed to pieces by the flying axes in less than half a second.

The process was exactly the same as Zhang Baiyu's earlier.

Zhang Fengxiao: "..."

This time, he was genuinely sweating.

This exquisite control over time and location cannot be explained by luck alone.

Lin Yi's subsequent actions sent chills down his spine.

With the template Zhang Baiyu had just set out, all Lin Yi had to do was copy the answer, and he could even offer some optimizations along the way.

Judging from the final result, it was a matter of complete ease and comfort.

The entire process was remarkably calm and uneventful.

The people outside the venue couldn't help but have a misconception.

"This doesn't seem that difficult?"

Someone blurted it out without thinking, only to be met with a roll of the eyes.

If it weren't for the defeats of formidable figures like the Food Saint, they might have actually believed it. After all, Lin Yi's performance was far too effortless, making people think, "I could do that too."

Unfortunately, this kind of thing only looks easy in Lin Yi's hands. Once they are in the same boat, it will be a hellish challenge.

They chopped melons and vegetables all the way.

Not to mention the people outside the arena who found it unbelievable, even Zhang Fengxiao couldn't help but wonder if his demons had been injected with water.

Otherwise, it would be really hard to explain.

Until the eighteenth wave, the Demon Tide event was triggered again.

Everyone felt a jolt, and their expressions became tense.

coming!

Zhang Fengxiao finally regained his confidence: "Even Zhang Baiyu couldn't handle this deadly situation. What ability do you, a piece of trash who eats other people's leftovers, have to break it?"

This isn't just trash talk; he genuinely believes it.

The others also looked worried.

Judging from previous performance, the eighteenth wave of demons that triggered the demonic tide has completely exceeded the theoretical limits of ordinary people.

Even with Zhang Baiyu's exceptional micro-management skills, he couldn't bridge the gap.