Chapter 6 The Master in Black

Half an hour later, when the light needle above my head stopped falling, there was already silence in the hall.

However, unlike in the past, everyone's eyes were not on these contestants, but on the big screen in the hall.

There, there is a line of words that is distinctive, significantly thickened and heavy, and written in bright red color.

The maximum number of thoughts: 1065,27.

If everyone could not help but be amazed when they saw the more than 300,000 thoughts in the competition, but when they saw that the data doubled again before the end, these people could no longer be shocked.

The light needle movement is actually a very popular sport in high-level civilized countries.

Of course, those who can achieve good results in this kind of sports must be outstanding players in the spiritual department.

Because only the masters of the spirit department can successfully find the colored needles they need in so many groups of light needles that are like storms.

In addition, for good mental players, this sport is actually a good way to exercise thought differentiation and enhance control ability.

This strange practice method, and then put on the cloak of competition, can easily become popular among spiritual masters.

Moreover, if the drop speed of the light needle on the top of the head is slowed down, even the spiritual masters at level 11 or above can be used to exercise their control ability. Of course, they are just training. Compared with the master-level spiritual masters, they are simply shameless.

In addition, once the light needle game begins, the endless light needle rain is like the most beautiful waterfall spraying out, making the bystanders pleasing to the eyes.

Therefore, even the big names who have nothing to do with the spiritual system are loyal fans of this kind of game.

However, in a real arena, without the master level 16, no one dares to come here to show off his ugly appearance.

The owner of this comprehensive club was originally a super expert at the level 17 of the spiritual department, so he had the ability to form such a super-large comprehensive club with his connections.

In general large private rooms, there are basically small light needle game rooms.

However, there is an unwritten rule here, that is, once the only large light needle game room in the hall is opened, it means that there are master-level masters willing to perform or compete here.

Although many people here have seen light needle competitions many times, they still rarely contact the real master duel. And what is even more exaggerated is that this duel was actually a melee between six masters.

However, what really woke them up from the colorful neon light needles was the line of beautiful red letters on the big screen.

In a competition, someone was able to use more than one million thoughts at the same time. No matter who this person is, he deserves everyone's respect.

Benfica, Nok and others stared at Fang Mingwei in a daze. There were too many things in their eyes, including too much information.

Fang Mingwei felt nervous. In order to win, he really sent out millions of souls. Thinking about it at this moment, he felt a little ashamed. However, when he thought of the things he had won, he naturally no longer regretted it.

A compressed mecha production line of a seventh-level civilized country, an energy block production line of a seventh-level civilized country, and two thousand top slaves, the combined value of these things is enough to make him laugh out loud in his dreams.

In order to obtain this batch of things, even if you reveal a little strength, you don’t care about that much.

Moreover, Fang Mingwei's title of Legion enemy is not a waste of time. It is also a good thing to show off his skills here.

"Million..." Nock looked at the number on the big screen deeply, and suddenly smiled: "Master Fang, thank you."

"Thank you?" Fang Mingwei asked inexplicably: "What are you thanking me?"

In this big bet, Nok defeated 30% of the club's shares, and after Fang Mingwei won, he would have to compensate him for a huge sum of 1 billion Kaiyue coins.

If it were Fang Mingwei, even if he didn't cry, he would never feel good.

But looking at Nok's expression, he seemed to not take these things to heart.

"In a game, more than one million thoughts appeared. Master Fang has broken the highest record since the establishment of this club." Nock's eyes flashed with bright light, and even his tone became a little excited: "I don't know where Master Fang is? Are you interested in joining our club and participating in the tour?"

"Tournament?" Fang Mingwei was stunned and asked, "Is there a tournament in this kind of competition?"

"Of course, the light needle sports are a famous sport above the sixth level of civilized country, and the higher the civilization level of the country, the more popular it is." Leander smiled and stepped forward. Although he lost his bet in this game, he had a smile on his face, as if he had won.

Fang Mingwei looked at Iverson, and saw him nodding slightly and said, "For our masters of the spirit department, the light needle movement is equivalent to the favorite mecha movement of the masters of the physical skills department. Countless people participate in competitions every year. Of course, these are personal hobbies and there are no professional players."

Nodded slightly to express understanding.

Indeed, the number of spiritual masters is far less than that of physical masters, and almost every spiritual master is supported by powerful forces, so they will not regard this sport as their lifelong profession.

However, there are many spiritual masters who like this sport, and even outstanding figures like Master Benfica are no exception.

Nock waved his hand and invited everyone into a large private room on the 18th floor.

This private room is filled with a quaint charm, and every decoration in the room and the carvings of each ornament appear unique.

After Nok asked everyone to sit down, he immediately took out a light card, a document and five beast treasures.

"Master Fang, this is your first prize, please accept it."

Fang Mingwei put these things into the identity ring without hesitation. He quietly observed Nok's reaction after his eyes, but saw that he did not show any reluctance from beginning to end, and his evaluation of him in his heart suddenly became a little higher.

It seems that this person's wealth is far beyond his expectations.

"Mr. Nock, I have heard that this place was a specialized light needle sports club fifty years ago. I don't know why it was converted into a comprehensive club?" Iverson seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally couldn't bear it. He asked, "In my opinion, many people who came here are not qualified to participate in this great sport."

Nock smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Iverson, I have a good friend. If he is still there, I think you can definitely become good friends."

"Oh, your good friend is..."

"His name is like you, and Iverson." Nock sighed deeply and said, "When we established this club, we really wanted to build it into the largest Light Needle Club in the Empire, and this wish was achieved fifty years ago." His tone was full of pride: "Fifty years ago, this club was already the largest, most complete and most experts in Kaiyue's Light Needle Club. The members who won the championship here every year are enough to include all the spiritual masters in the Empire. In addition, we also achieved more than 80% of the victory in the challenge of spiritual masters of civilized countries of the same level."

Iverson's eyes closed slightly, but Fang Mingwei could still feel his boiling mood at this moment.

To be honest, Fang Mingwei is not keen on this sport. If he really wants to choose, he would rather play the mecha than play this light needle game without much excitement.

However, these spiritual masters who have been educated by the Kaiyue Empire since childhood are obviously different from him. Not only Iverson and Nock, but even Benfica, who is already old, also smiled and said: "Yes, the Nock Light Needle is indeed the pride of all the spiritual masters in our empire. Well, I remember that back then, I also won a championship."

Fang Mingwei was speechless after hearing this.

"So why did you change it later?" Iverson asked.

The people in the room immediately remained silent.

Wang Ziqiang and others didn't understand what was going on, so they naturally didn't have a good time to interact with each other, but Benfica, Nok and others showed a hint of embarrassment on their faces.

"Oh, because we lost."

"What?"

"When our club was at its peak, it was once the title of the strongest light needle club in the seventh level." Nock said slowly: "But in a most critical game, we lost to the largest club in the Fitt League, so..."

"Fett Alliance?" A light flashed suddenly in Iverson's eyes, and he said deeply: "I understand."

Nok coughed lightly and said, "Master Fang, I'll tell the truth when we meet today. You have an outstanding talent in light needle sports that no one can match, so I hope you can join our club."

Fang Mingwei laughed and said, "Mr. Nock, you invited me to join. Do you want me to be your thug?"

Nock's face turned slightly red and he said, "Mr. Fang, we just need you to contribute to our club once at a critical moment. We dare not disturb you the rest of the time."

Fang Mingwei was thinking, but suddenly felt the pleading intention conveyed by Iverson. He sighed and said, "Okay, I'll join."

Since Fang Mingwei agreed, he naturally looked happy, and even Benfica's old face had a little more smile.

It can be seen from this that this level 18 spiritual master of the Kaiyue Empire is also very concerned about this.

Nock sighed and said, "It is said that in the ninth-level civilized country, Ruitan Empire, there is a man born with a strange nature and can transform his thoughts into millions at will. I didn't believe it at first, but now when I see Master Fang, I believe it."

Fang Mingwei felt a stern in his heart. It turned out that there were really people in this world who could turn their minds into millions and control millions of machines at the same time.

I just don’t know where that person’s limit is, whether it is comparable to his own soul control.

But then I thought about it, no matter how powerful that person is, it is impossible to divide his mind into hundreds of millions of dollars at once. If someone really can do this, then this guy is afraid he can't be called a human being.

While chatting, someone suddenly came in outside the door and whispered a few words in Nock's ear.

Nok's face changed slightly, and his eyes looking at Fang Mingwei were immediately filled with strangeness. He said, "Mr. Fang Mingwei, someone wants to see you."

"who?"

Nock's face turned apart and he said, "His Majesty the Emperor."

Sitting in a giant RV dedicated to the royal family, Fang Mingwei comfortably stretched out his limbs as much as possible, leaving his body in a rare state of relaxation.

Through the small screen in front of the RV, he could see that the RV passed through a special passage and directly entered the driveway on the highest level in the air.

When you lowered the angle of the camera, you immediately saw tens of thousands of vehicles below.

This condescending look makes people feel a sense of pleasure, as if something strange is slowly growing in his heart.

Turning around and looking at Iverson sitting side by side with him, only he could understand Fang Mingwei's intentions at this moment without words.

"Iverson, do you want to control the power of your soul?"

"What?" Iverson was shocked, and of course he understood the meaning of this sentence.

The soul is Fang Mingwei's deepest hidden foundation. No matter under any circumstances, he will not give up his control over the soul.

Although Iverson's spiritual power is extremely powerful, he cannot command the souls absorbed by Fang Mingwei. The only person who can replace Fang Mingwei's command is Douglas.

However, Douglas is very clear about the current situation.

This undefeated commander with the title of God of War was hidden in Fang Mingweixue's mind. It is estimated that he will never have the power to act on his own in his life.

Iverson did not blame Fang Mingwei for this, because if it were him, he would have made the same decision.

But now Fang Mingwei actually said that he wanted to give him the power to command his soul, and this change immediately surprised him.

After thinking for a while, Iverson said carefully: "Mr. Fang, you should understand that I am a lazy person and are not used to staying in one place for too long."

Fang Mingwei nodded slightly and said, "I know, if you don't have such a personality, you won't be wandering around in the universe alone."
To be continued...