Chapter 260 Genius
Feng Qin stood in front of him, gasping for breath.

But in Tang Wenlong's eyes, as long as he looked away, he would not be able to detect Feng Qin's existence at all.

Even when he was breathing, there was no sound, and even his sight did not have the slightest "power".

Being stared at by Feng Qin was like being looked at by a statue, without any trace of life.

"This is a Tang Sect disciple..."

Tang Wenlong chuckled and won the game again.

In the past half month, Tang Wenlong and Feng Qin fought ten times, and Tang Wenlong won every time.

To most people, this has become a common occurrence.

Only a few people noticed the clues.

The first two times, Tang Wenlong almost killed Feng Qin instantly. He took a step forward, attacked Feng Qin instantly with a dagger, and Feng Qin was defeated within a minute.

The third time, it took ten minutes.

By the fourth time, Tang Wenlong no longer attacked head-on, but resorted to assassination.

The Tang Clan's competition was held in the woods, covering a large area.

If you don't have the confidence that you can win, just hide. As long as you hide until the end of the get out of class and are not touched by the opponent, it will be considered a draw. If you are lucky enough to touch the opponent, you win.

This is the rule of the Tang Sect.

However, Feng Qin failed to dodge the first five times and was always in the open, waiting for Tang Wenlong's assassination.

After the fourth assassination attempt, Feng Qin was defeated within two minutes.

The fifth time, it took ten minutes.

For geniuses like Tao Tao and Ma Long who are already top performers, you can find the problems after just watching it five times.

Feng Qin’s talent for learning… is too strong.

He could make further progress in almost every competition.

This is true with Tang Wenlong, and even more so with others.

By the sixth time, Tang Wenlong could no longer relax because... Feng Qin hid.

It was also from that time that the two of them began to compete with each other for hours.

Until the tenth time, although Tang Wenlong still won, everyone was fired, and they had to play in overtime to decide the winner.

"Brother Long is awesome."

Feng Qinchang let out a sigh of relief and reviewed the gains from this exchange in his mind.

Instant Strike Level 10 (1100/51200)

Poison Level 9 (18700/25600)

……

All Tang Sect martial arts techniques start at level nine.

Even his weapon refining skills had reached the seventh level, and his divine machine refining skills had reached the eighth level.

The reason why he did not give up the art of refining weapons was because Ma Xianhong's words enlightened him.

After all, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements is an incredible technique. An aerial loft without any foundation can only have a solid foundation when combined with the weapon refining technique to prevent it from collapsing at the slightest blow.

Feng Qin came to this conclusion by combining Qiu Rang and Ma Xianhong.

Qiu Rang was a new recruit with superior aptitude. Ma Xianhong felt that he had a talent for refining equipment, so he taught him the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

After learning the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, he did not practice the weapon refining technique systematically.

This resulted in slow progress in his weapon refining skills, and although the magic weapons he created were fully functional, there were significant gaps in details and quality.

Obviously, this situation is caused by the lack of the most basic understanding of refining equipment.

This is just what appears on the surface; there may be many more flaws behind the scenes that have not been discovered.

Feng Qin twisted his arms and looked at Tao Tao and others.

Tang Wenlong is the representative of this group, commonly known as the eldest brother.

But that doesn't mean that his strength is the strongest.

At the top, the top ten are almost all the strongest in a certain technique.

Tang Wenlong's main skills are instantaneous attack of Qi poison, hidden weapons such as steel needles, and his secondary skill is deft hands.

Most of his skills are biased towards violent attacks. In his words, he can launch sneak attacks in the dark and fight the enemy in the open.

Only in this way can he feel safe. However, in this battle with Feng Qin, he increasingly felt the gap between himself and the "Tang Sect disciples".

In terms of assassination alone, he is already showing signs of losing to Feng Qin.

Facing Feng Qin's exclamation of being awesome, he could only smile bitterly:
"Don't make fun of me. The reason you lost to me is that you let me win, right?"

"No, to be honest, Brother Long, I am doing my best."

Feng Qin had a firm expression on his face. In the past half month, he had not let anyone off the hook.

This is the pinnacle, and the disciples you face are all little geniuses. The hope of the entire Tang Sect’s new generation lies here.

Even the senior brothers and sisters who were selected to enter Tangzhong would not dare to say that they could easily win against everyone in this place.

"No, then why did you only defend and not attack during the approximately one-hour fight?"

"..."

Feng Qin scratched his head awkwardly, "My aura is not right, I have to adjust it back, otherwise I will lose to you."

Feng Qin did not hide anything about his spiritual practice mentality. This was not a secret practice and everyone could more or less guess it.

Moreover, there is no trick to this kind of practice; it all depends on the individual. Not long after Tang Miaoxing finished instructing Feng Qin, Tang Miaoxing repeated it again at the top.

Feng Qin just had one more requirement, which was that he was not allowed to attack when the mentality was unstable and the purpose was unclear.

In fact, after more than half a month, Feng Qin also discovered that if he attacked rashly without a clear purpose, he would be defeated even faster.

It is even more impossible to beat Tang Wenlong.

So there is no talk of letting the water go.

Tang Wenlong recalled that when Feng Qin gave up the attack, his eyes indeed exuded an unprecedented sharpness, and just one glance was enough to shock him.

But in a flash, he gave up the attack, and only started to fight back when the sharp gaze disappeared.

"It turns out that you can adjust your mindset during a sparring match."

Tang Wenlong nodded, and suddenly thought back to the past half month. It was as if he was doing a task: he would fight whenever the teacher asked him to.

Even if you find that you are not as good as others, it is probably because one of the methods was not effective.

But it’s not like Feng Qin’s case, it’s also about mentality.

"Been taught a lesson."

“I didn’t teach anything…”

After so long, Feng Qin no longer considers himself a genius.

This training, which could not be done by using the panel, took him half a month to get the hang of it.

In other words, one's own talent is not actually excellent. If that is the case, how can one feel proud of it?

Who knows? If Tang Wenlong comes, it will only take a week.

As the two finished their competition, the onlookers gradually dispersed, applauding Feng Qin's wonderful performance.

Many people say that Feng Qin is unlucky as he always has to compete against strong opponents like Brother Long recently.

After more than half a month, there was only one victory, which was won by Ying Yuaner.

Apart from the competition, Feng Qin's progress in other practices was obvious to all, and he had already reached tenth place in the score ranking.

The only reason why the performance is worrying is that I am unlucky and all the players I drew are masters.

"I think if Junior Brother were to face Tang Bao or Tang Feng, he would definitely not lose."

"Yes, he is just too unlucky. Every day he is either Sister Tao or Brother Long. The same goes for Ma Long. I still don't understand the assassination method he used."

"It's terrible. If I were him, I would have shut myself in a long time ago. Maybe I would have to take some medicine and post on WeChat Moments."

"Come on, you haven't played against them, and you've only won four games this month."

"Shh...don't say it."

……

Everyone left with laughter, and Tang Miaoxing stood at the edge, watching the entire competition motionlessly.

Tang Qiushan walked slowly behind him and said, "He seems to have mastered the inner skills."

"Well, half a month..."

Tang Miaoxing paused and looked up into the sky.

"It's a week faster than when I was young."

(End of this chapter)