Chapter 129 His raised hand fell down weakly, and his eyes slowly closed.

Chapter 129 His raised hand fell down weakly, and his eyes slowly closed.

At this time, the arena on the field had been quickly cleared by the robots. This arena was extremely huge, with a radius of several kilometers, like an independent mysterious area. The floor of the arena was made of an extremely tough alloy, with a deep dark gray surface, fine and regular texture, and exuding a cold and hard metallic luster.

Every inch has been finely polished to be as smooth as a mirror, yet provide just the right amount of friction to ensure that players do not lose balance due to slipping during intense confrontations.

At the edge of the ring, the towering energy shield seemed to be real, and the dark blue light flowed like water waves. This shield was not only a solid line of defense to prevent the players from accidentally falling out of the ring, but also absorbed and dissolved the aftermath of the players' confrontation to avoid damage to the surrounding environment.

There are numerous advanced monitoring devices suspended densely above the ring. These devices are small and exquisite in appearance, but contain powerful functions, and can capture every subtle energy fluctuation and movement change of the contestants in all directions and without blind spots. They are like countless pairs of sharp eyes, not missing any moment, to ensure the fairness and accuracy of the competition.

There are four energy supply stations at the four corners of the ring. The supply stations look like small energy towers, with bright energy crystals inlaid on the towers, emitting soft and warm light. When the players' mental strength is close to exhaustion, they can quickly replenish their energy and return to the battle as long as they approach these supply stations.

The entire arena exudes a solemn atmosphere, as if it is quietly waiting for the upcoming fierce showdown, or like a silent giant beast, ready to witness the contestants' peak battle.

The 20 contestants stood in their respective positions, with upright postures, solemn expressions, and fixed gazes ahead, waiting for the start of the competition. However, a closer look revealed that the conditions of these contestants were not as good as they seemed.

Chu Feng stood there, his face pale, his lips slightly white, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. Although he was weak, he clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain calm.

A contestant next to him was trembling slightly, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes, as if he was trying hard to hold himself together and not fall down.

Further away, there was a contestant with his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his breathing was slightly rapid.

At this time, the entire stadium was filled with a tense atmosphere, and everyone was sweating. Hundreds of thousands of people in the audience were eagerly watching the players they supported in their hearts, and their mood became more and more nervous as the game was about to start.

Su Nian clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles slightly white, staring at Chu Feng's figure without blinking, praying silently in his heart: "Chu Feng, come on, play your best."

Ye Yao put her hands together in front of her chest and muttered, "I hope everything goes well. Come on, all the contestants."

Zhang Meng stared at the arena intently, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and muttered to himself: "This is really a fierce battle, I wonder who will have the last laugh."

Cheng Yi's expression was serious, his eyes full of expectation: "This is the crucial moment to decide the outcome, don't make any mistakes."

The moods of hundreds of thousands of spectators were different, but they were all infected by the tense atmosphere. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the game bell to ring.

The bell for the game finally rang dully. In an instant, the collision of mental forces on the field hit each other like surging waves in the sea, stirring up layers of invisible ripples.

The contestants displayed their unique skills one after another. For a moment, the lights intertwined, as bright as the exploding galaxy, and the energy overflowed, as if to tear the entire space apart.

Li Minggang, who was a Level A Psychic from the Mecha Department, was like a raging lion from the beginning. He opened his eyes wide, roared, and his powerful Psychic power swept out like a hurricane. His Psychic power turned into countless sharp blades, whistling towards his opponent, Wang Hao, who was a Level A Psychic from the Biology Department. Wang Hao was instantly defeated by this fierce attack and was eliminated as the 20th place.

"Mecha-type mental power A-level Wang Hao won the 20th place."

Then, another mecha-class warrior, Zhang Hua, also showed his might. Zhang Hua waved his hands, and his mental power condensed into a huge tiger, opened his bloody mouth, and pounced on his opponent - Chen Chen, who was from the physics department and had a mental power of level A. Chen Chen was powerless under this terrifying impact, and Zhang Hua successfully eliminated his opponent, and Chen Chen won the 19th place.

"Mecha-type mental power level A Chen Chen won 19th place."

Then, Wang Qiang from the Mecha Department was not to be outdone. He flashed and appeared behind his opponent like a ghost, and smashed down with his mental power like a heavy hammer. His opponent, Zhao Lei from the Chemistry Department, who had a mental power of A level, collapsed on the spot. Wang Qiang successfully eliminated Zhao Lei, and Zhao Lei won the 18th place.

"Mecha Department Spirit A-level Zhao Lei, won 18th place."

The competition became more and more intense, and the contestants showed off their skills and their moves were extremely brutal.

Chu Feng was clearly at a disadvantage when facing opponents with stronger physical talents. He could only dodge with his snake-like agility, and every move was full of determination and agility.

Sometimes, faced with an unavoidable situation, Chu Feng would launch a fierce counterattack.

His eyes were blazing with fire, his mental strength was like a burning flame, and he rushed towards his opponent fiercely.

His fist smashed towards the enemy's face with unstoppable momentum, but the opponent was very strong and easily defused his attack.

As the match progresses, the players' mental strength gradually runs out. At this point, the fight becomes more about physical strength and sheer power.

The broadcast sounded: "Dear contestants, the mental strength competition is coming to an end. What follows will be a competition of physical strength and willpower!"

Chu Feng struggled through round after round, and successfully avoided most of the fatal attacks before he was eliminated at No. 15.

But the subsequent battles were even more brutal and bloody. When confronting an extremely powerful opponent, Chu Feng fought desperately like a trapped beast.

He gathered all his strength and threw punch after punch. However, his opponent simply waved his hand lightly, and an even more powerful force bounced back at him.

Chu Feng flew backwards like a cannonball, hitting the ground hard and raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but found that his limbs were as heavy as lead. Just as he raised his body a little, he was knocked down again by the attack that followed.

This time, his body rolled on the ground several times before finally stopping.

But Chu Feng gritted his teeth and tried to get up again, but fell down weakly again.

Finally, when he fell to the ground exhausted, he looked extremely miserable.

His clothes were tattered, with strips of cloth hanging on his body and fluttering in the wind.

There were wounds all over his body and blood kept gushing out, staining the large area of ​​land beneath him red.

His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were still stubborn and full of unwillingness.

But at this moment, a voice came from the radio: "Chu Feng, a B-level spiritual power student in the Materials Department, won the tenth place!"

The whole place was boiling with cheers as deafening as thunder. No one had expected that a contestant from the Department of Materials with a B-level mental strength could actually make it into the top ten among a group of A-level mental strength opponents.

Su Nian and others burst into tears, and they cheered excitedly: "Chu Feng, you did it!" Su Nian's tears were like beads that had broken off the string, sliding down her cheeks.

Ye Yao cried, her body shaking with excitement: "This is incredible, Chu Feng is amazing!"

Zhang Meng waved his arms excitedly, veins popping out on his neck: "Good job, Chu Feng!"

Cheng Yi's face was also covered with tears, and his voice was choked with sobs: "We are proud of you!"

Chu Feng was lying on a stretcher, and was carried away by the medical robot quickly and steadily. He seemed to have been drained of all his vitality and energy, and he was trapped in the stretcher lifelessly. His face was covered with dust and blood, which blended together to paint a heart-wrenching picture. His eyes were half-closed, and his eyes were dull and lifeless, with only endless fatigue and weakness.

One of his arms was dangling unconsciously on the edge of the stretcher, swinging irregularly as the stretcher swayed. His clothes were already torn and barely covered his body, and his exposed skin was covered with shocking purple bruises and deep scratches, and blood was still slowly oozing out, staining the stretcher.

Despite being so miserable, when he heard his friends in the audience shouting at the top of their lungs, Chu Feng still used up his last bit of strength, raised his trembling hand with difficulty, and waved it gently, as if to signal to them: "I'm fine, don't worry."

His lips moved laboriously, trying to say something, but only barely audible sounds came out. However, before he could finish what he wanted to say, the hand he had just raised fell down weakly, his eyes slowly closed, and he finally fainted completely from exhaustion.