Royal Alchemist

Compared with the orderliness of the blue side, the red side can be said to be a mess.

Without the existence of Sapphirol, who has a natural absolute advantage, everyone wants to show off, arguing over who will be the commander, and the noise is like a market.

"Then let's speak based on strength." Feng Qi looked calmly.Maybe it started when he blew up the tester, maybe he pulled out the sword of the archangel, maybe it started when Safirol tried to recruit him, even if he just stood quietly, people couldn't ignore his existence.

Dirk, who had been by General Xie's side all the time, was assigned to the red side, and he was the first to jump out.

"Okay! Then let's have a competition to see whose fist is stronger." Dirk was wearing a wine-red martial arts uniform. He was also born in a military family, and he practiced martial arts and basic combat alchemy since he was a child. It can be said that people have never encountered any opponents.

He looked at Feng Qi contemptuously, he was just a commoner who also wanted to be the leader of the Red Party?What a fool's dream!

Before Feng Qi could respond, Dirk had already jumped in front of Feng Qi and swung his fist. What he wanted was this effect, to beat this arrogant kid to the ground in front of everyone.

Feng Qi stopped still, staring at his every movement, time stretched infinitely in his eyes, Dirk's movements seemed to him like slow motion, every muscle stretched and stretched, every joint swayed, You can see everything clearly.

At the moment when the fist came, Feng Qi turned his head slightly, just to avoid the fist, the wind of the fist brushed his cheek with a slight pain.

This punch, Di Ke hit too hard, he didn't expect Feng Qi to dodge, he couldn't take back the force of the swing, and continued to move forward with his body, losing his balance.

Feng Qi grabbed his wrist and twisted it backwards, knocking him to the ground with an elbow.

Come and go, as fast as lightning.

Dirk lay on the ground and stared wide-eyed. He couldn't believe that he fell down so quickly. He straightened up and stood up again: "I don't accept it! Do it again!"

When he was knocked down countless times, and when his eyes were blood red and he hit the ground, Dirk was no longer the only one who fell.

Feng Qi frowned, a little annoyed.

"Is there anyone else?" The ice blue eyes glanced around lightly.

A thin man with glasses stood up and said, "Knowing how to fight doesn't mean knowing how to fight. An army commander can't win a war just because he knows how to fight."

The corners of Fengqi's mouth curled up, with a hint of coldness, that is the expression that a wolf has when it sees its prey: "Do you want to compete with me in the sand table?"

Perhaps it was expected that this kind of scene would happen. There is a simulated command training machine in the classroom. The training machine can simulate thousands of battlefield situations, including the confrontation between the two armies.

The two each operated one, and chose land warfare.

Feng Qi dispatched troops with ease, and after a while, the army came under pressure.

The man with glasses obviously also likes to play sand table, and he was very skilled in the operation at first, but in front of Feng Qi, he was like a child playing house, and he was not vulnerable at all.

It only took half an hour, Feng Qi's army ran over like a rotten one, killing the man with glasses completely.

The man in glasses was sweating profusely, his self-confidence was completely blown, he even wondered if Feng Qi had modified the machine program, how could he wipe himself out so quickly?

He felt that what he was facing was not a peer who had just entered school, but a battle-tested general who had seen real killings and experienced countless lives and deaths.

Before the man with glasses opened his mouth, someone shouted: "What we are going to do is Star Wars. Playing land wars doesn't explain the problem! Compete with him in Star Wars!"

Feng Qi leaned on the machine leisurely: "Are you still coming? Play Star Wars instead, or take a rest first?"

Beads of sweat fell on the operation panel drop by drop, and his hands kept shaking. The man with glasses took off his glasses and wiped his sweat. Feng felt an unintentional sense of oppression, crushing his bones inch by inch, and did not stand on his side. In terms of position, I can't empathize with the pressure he is under.

"I admit defeat..." The man with glasses lowered his head, and when he stepped off the stage, his feet went limp because of his nervous tension, and he sat down on the ground.

Feng Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and his blond hair shook a bit: "Anyone else wants to come up and try?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one answered.

Everything returned to the original point, the same as the blue side at the beginning.

Safirol asks: Anyone want to try it?No one answered.Feng Qi asked: Anyone come up to try?No one answered either.

Feng Qi used his strength to eliminate all those who wanted to step on him, and finally stood at the top.

"My name is Feng Qi. You didn't know me before, but I hope you can remember my name in the future." Feng Qi walked up to everyone step by step, with firm steps, "I will be the commander of this Starfield military exercise." Officer, the blue team is very strong, but not invincible. Our numbers are equal, and our resources are also equal, and all of you want to engrave me as strong on your foreheads..."

While talking, he walked up to the man with glasses, picked up the man who was still limp on the ground, and slapped him hard on the back.

"...Therefore, we have no reason to lose to them!"

The man in glasses stumbled and was photographed back into the crowd, but his eyes changed slightly, his dilated pupils slowly focused, and his spirit returned.

"His Royal Highness's mental strength has reached 100!" someone whispered.

100?Ah!Feng Qi chuckled, but remained calm on the surface: "Do you think His Royal Highness will single-handedly pick out five hundred of you in a fighter plane?"

Someone laughed, Feng Qi followed the sound and looked over, it was Su Tongyang who was all in white.

"You all said just now that a commander of an army cannot win victory by being able to fight alone. This is war, and it cannot be changed by one person." A gorgeous silver mask flashed across Feng Qi's mind. His expression froze for a moment, but he quickly covered it up, "So, what are you afraid of?"

A person's eyes lit up. Most people were disappointed for a long time when they learned that they were not assigned to Safirol's group. They originally expected to perform better and let the teacher see it, but now their mentality has changed. , vaguely feel that it is not impossible to defeat the blue side.

Feng Qi had a panoramic view of all this, and he stirred up their emotions, just like he had stood in front of tens of thousands of people and made passionate speeches countless times, bringing people hope.

"I will lead you to victory!" Feng Qi vowed.

There was silence, Feng Qi outlined a beautiful dream, so beautiful that people dare not touch it.It seems that people will be discouraged when they see too beautiful things.

"Victory!" Someone suddenly shouted.

Feng Qi looked over, he was still the boy in the white uniform.

Everyone's eyes were on the past, Su Tongyang's face flushed red.

"Victory!" Someone shouted again, and it turned out to be a man with glasses.

A pool of stagnant water stirred up waves.

"Victory!" "Victory!" More and more people shouted out.

"Victory!" "Victory!"

Feng Qi smiled in satisfaction, his eyes flicked across everyone's faces one by one, but when he didn't see a certain person inside, he felt disappointed.

The author has something to say: A certain lamp: (⊙o⊙) I heard that the person who has a small shou can win in the end!

Saffirol: <(￣︶￣)> Xiao Qiuye is in my group

Feng Qi: -_-Do you know Reversi?