At the beginning, Feng Qiuyan deliberately suppressed his speed, trying to keep his speed at the mortal level to compete with Zhou Wen.
However, with the passage of time and repeated failures to grab the ball, Feng Qiuyan unconsciously increased his speed, competing with Zhou Wen at a legendary speed.
The result made Feng Qiuyan more and more horrified. The legendary speed still couldn't beat Zhou Wen. Although his speed was indeed much faster than Zhou Wen, but because the practice field was only 20 meters wide, Zhou Wen stood in the middle. About ten meters away.
The distance is short, and his speed advantage cannot be fully reflected.
The main reason is not this reason. Although the short-distance speed advantage is not too obvious, the advantage is the advantage. Under normal circumstances, he can definitely occupy a favorable position first.
Even if he couldn't occupy a favorable position, with his knife speed, he could hit the ball one step ahead of Zhou Wen.
However, Zhou Wen seemed to be able to predict the foresight. Every time the ball was not sprayed out, Zhou Wen had already started to move. It was too late to move when Feng Qiuyan saw the ball, and it was useless to go faster. This made Feng Qiuyan Feeling extremely aggrieved.
What made Feng Qiuyan even more unacceptable was that Zhou Wen had been playing games with his other hand when he was fighting for the ball.
At first Feng Qiuyan thought that Zhou Wen was deliberately insulting him, but in fact he didn't really put his mind on the game.
But later Feng Qiuyan discovered that Zhou Wen was really playing a game, and his eyes never even left the game screen. It seemed that it was just casual to grab the ball with him.
"This guy... so strong..." Feng Qiuyan sweated on his forehead, staring at Zhou Wen's back. The walls that fell.
Zhou Wen didn't pay attention to Feng Qiuyan at all, he was indulging in new discoveries.
The hearing earrings gave him powerful hearing. Zhou Wen could already hear the ball clearly when the ball was running in the jet ball machine, so he could know which outlet would eject the ball one step earlier than Feng Qiuyan, and he could also Know the trajectory and landing point of the ball in advance.
But this was not a discovery that surprised Zhou Wen. What really surprised Zhou Wen was his thinking.
Zhou Wen is a very focused person. In the past, no matter what he did, he was able to concentrate on it without being disturbed by any external objects, so sometimes he would look blank, as if he didn't respond to what others said.
In fact, it wasn't because Zhou Wen was stupid, but because he was so focused that he didn't hear what others were saying to him.
Now Zhou Wen found that he could concentrate on doing things, but at the same time, he seemed to be able to handle other things at the same time. This feeling is hard to explain clearly.
If you insist on a metaphor, you can compare Zhou Wen's thinking to a computer processor. Zhou Wen's brain used to be a single-core processor, but now it is a dual-core processor, which can process more programs at the same time.
Of course, this is just a metaphor and not accurate, but Zhou Wen can indeed hit all the balls while playing the game now, and there seems to be no thought interference between the two.
At the same time, Zhou Wen also keenly discovered that when he was playing games and balls at the same time, the Lost Immortal Scripture would rotate very fast, more than twice as fast as usual.
"It seems that this should be the effect of the Lost Immortal Scripture." Zhou Wen felt more and more that the origin of the Lost Immortal Scripture was extraordinary, but he couldn't figure out why Jing Daoxian would give him such a powerful vitality formula for nothing. He explained it pleasing to the eye, and it seemed a bit unreasonable.
Zhou Wen didn't know the origin of the Lost Immortal Sutra, so naturally he didn't know the horror of the Lost Immortal Sutra. If it wasn't for his innate talent for mental concentration, he would have been killed by the Mixian Sutra long ago, and he would have gone crazy even if he didn't die.
Even now, when Zhou Wen sleeps at night, there will always be that kind of whispering voice echoing in his ears all night. It is difficult for ordinary people to endure this kind of harassment all the time. Even if they don't go crazy, their temper will become very irritable , but Zhou Wen did not.
Zhou Wen was indulging in the new discovery and the pleasure of practicing hearing to fight, but Feng Qiuyan's face became more and more ugly.
He had tried his best, but he still couldn't beat Zhou Wen. Although he could defeat Zhou Wen by summoning his companion pet, Feng Qiuyan's inner pride prevented him from doing so, and he still only relied on his physical ability to compete with Zhou Wen.
When Zhou Wen felt that today's practice was enough, he stopped to rest, and was about to go back, he turned his head and took a look at Feng Qiuyan.
Seeing this, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
He recognized Feng Qiuyan, but Feng Qiuyan's appearance is very different from before. Now Feng Qiuyan is sweating profusely, panting heavily all the time, looking at Zhou Wen, like the eyes of a rabbit The same red color, as if it would choose someone to devour at any time, almost startled Zhou Wen.
Feng Qiuyan is not really tired, but the psychological pressure is too great. With his legendary physical fitness, he lost to a mortal-level, and he lost so badly. Zhou Wen was still playing games with one hand. Under such circumstances, he failed to grab a ball, and that kind of psychological pressure was unimaginable to outsiders.
If it weren't for Feng Qiuyan's determination, if he was replaced by another person with a slightly weaker determination, his confidence might have already collapsed.
The more Feng Qiuyan wanted to win, the greater the psychological pressure, and the mental exhaustion far exceeded the physical exhaustion.
"How did you do it?" When Zhou Wen thought Feng Qiuyan would pounce on him and bite him, Feng Qiuyan stared at Zhou Wen and asked suddenly.
"How did you do it?" Zhou Wen was slightly taken aback.
"Why can you predict the ball's landing point in advance without watching the ball?" Feng Qiuyan asked the doubts in his heart.
He was better than Zhou Wen in everything, but he lost only in this point.
"Because of this." Zhou Wen pointed to his ears, then picked up the coat on the chair, turned and left.
Zhou Wen was referring to the Truth Listening earrings on his ears, but Feng Qiuyan obviously misunderstood Zhou Wen's meaning. He thought Zhou Wen was referring to his ears, and suddenly realized something, and said to himself: "So that's the case, so he didn't He is not really playing games, but using games to divert his attention and only use his ears to listen to the ball. It turned out to be such an exercise method. It seems that the outside world said that he is a game nerd, but this is not the case. He is better than anyone else. Work harder, playing games is also a kind of practice."
Obviously Feng Qiuyan misunderstood Zhou Wen. In fact, playing games was Zhou Wen's main purpose, and practicing listening was just a matter of passing.
"Zhou Wen, wait a minute." Seeing that Zhou Wen had already walked out of the practice field, Feng Qiuyan suddenly chased after him as if waking up from a dream.