PFC Chapter 12819
Chapter 12819
Chapter 12819
No matter how high the track access level is, you still have to stay within the track area.
Just wait!
Once I've dealt with Lin Yi, you'll be next!
Cao Mang curled his lip in disdain, but turned to face Lin Yi with an apologetic expression: "I couldn't help myself and ruined your plans, sir. Please punish me."
Lin Yi chuckled: "Your kick wasn't hard enough. You didn't kick the shit out of him. You'll have to practice more next time."
"Okay, I'll practice as soon as I get back!"
Cao Mang chuckled.
He knew very well that Lin Yi must have had his reasons for letting Ling Renwang go.
Even if he wanted to avenge Lin Yi, he had to be careful not to kill Ling Renwang, or things would really go wrong.
That kick just now had just the right amount of force.
At this moment, Hua Chengying exchanged a glance with the stranger and then quietly disappeared into the crowd.
Lin Yi's gaze swept over the direction in which they disappeared.
Zhang Baiyu said in a low voice, "It seems that Lingren Wang is not a member of the Authority Council, but since the Lord is personally involved in the upcoming track competition, the Authority Council will definitely not be able to hold back."
"That's exactly what we want—they can't hold it in anymore."
Lin Yi scoffed, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. If we don't give them a chance, they won't take the bait."
To be honest, this showdown with Lingrenwang on the track wasn't without its risks.
This person may be arrogant, but he is quite good at developing track access; in fact, he is quite adept at it.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved a ten-game winning streak, defeating a host of renowned experts in the field, including Cao Luoshen.
Once you get caught up in their rhythm, the outcome is truly unpredictable.
After all, on the track, under the constraints of the rules, even the strongest ability cannot be fully utilized.
Only permissions matter.
Lin Yi turned to Zhang Baiyu and said, "Compile all his track duels; I need all the details."
Zhang Baiyu nodded: "It's all ready."
Lin Yi glanced at him, somewhat speechless: "You seem to be getting more and more accurate at predicting the future."
Zhang Baiyu smiled slightly.
After Lin Yi and his group left, the crowd gradually dispersed, but the discussions continued for a long time.
It is foreseeable that this topic will dominate the entire Tianjun County for the next three days.
Putting everything else aside, Ling Renwang's actions have certainly boosted his reputation, regardless of the outcome.
Whether he will become a new legend or a laughing stock remains to be seen.
Inside the New Heavenly Palace, all of Ling Renwang's recent track battle videos, including today's match against Cao Luoshen, totaling eleven, were neatly arranged in front of Lin Yi's desk.
Lin Yi couldn't help but feel sorry for Ling Renwang.
From the moment he first showed his face, he was immediately placed under close surveillance. Facing an opponent like Zhang Baiyu, his fate was sealed.
Even without his own intervention, Zhang Baiyu alone is an insurmountable obstacle for Lingren Wang.
"In the first match, against the Go master, Lingrenwang was at a huge disadvantage and it looked like he was about to lose, but the track suddenly announced that Lingrenwang had won."
"The second match is against a Grandmaster of Alchemy, the same script."
"He didn't even manage to refine a single finished pill; he just brought out a lump of pitch-black soot, and then the race suddenly announced that he had won."
"The third game, the fourth game... it was the same in every game."
"They were all comebacks from behind that were completely predictable, and each one was so inexplicable that it was impossible to understand them."
While listening to Zhang Baiyu's introduction, Lin Yi flipped through the battle footage.
Just as Zhang Baiyu said, every match here is exactly the same as the one Cao Luoshen just played.
No matter how you look at it, Lingrenwang was definitely not the one who could win, but without exception, the track gods ultimately sided with him.
Cao Mang, standing to the side, clicked his tongue and said, "Could he be the favorite son of the racetrack's god?"
Lin Yi remained silent.
However, this view is not uncommon in Tianjun.
After all, with Lingren Wang in such a state, it wasn't even a close match, yet the track's master still declared him the winner.
It's one or two times, but the problem is that it happens every time.
What else could this be but his own son?
Cao Mang scoffed and said, "I've been protective enough of my own. If my son were to act like this, I wouldn't have the face to declare him the winner. That would be too shameless."
Lin Yi chuckled: "Be careful, if the track god hears you, you'll be in big trouble."
Cao Mang chuckled: "At worst, I'll never go racing again."
Lin Yi shook his head speechlessly, then turned to Zhang Baiyu: "What do you think?"
Zhang Baiyu pondered and said, "A biological son is definitely not a biological son. If he were a biological son, and this is all the treatment he deserves, then it would be treating a biological son like a human being."
"The key to Ling Renwang's ability to do this time and time again lies in his track access."
"The question is how exactly he used that permission."
Using track access is essentially cheating.
Even cheating isn't something you can do at will; there must be a set routine.
So far, this tactic hasn't been truly uncovered.
"Let's take another look."
Lin Yi led the group to continue studying the projection, focusing on every detail, including those that seemed meaningless and had nothing to do with the content of the track competition itself.
After all, the devil is in the details.
After half a day, looking at the meticulously compiled list of details, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up: "I understand!"
Zhang Baiyu and Cao Mang were both taken aback: "What do you mean?"
Lin Yi pointed at the projections: "Look carefully, see what these people on the other side did before the track's master announced the winner each time."
"what?"
Cao Mang scratched his head and flipped through the pages: "This chess master just casually placed a chess piece, and this alchemy master just casually turned off the furnace... It doesn't seem like anything special, does it?"
Looking at them one by one, no matter how you look at it, they all seem to have nothing to do with the race itself.
But right after they finished doing these things, the track's master immediately delivered his verdict.
"These are not coincidences."
Zhang Baiyu was the first to react, and said in a deep voice, "These are not insignificant details; on the contrary, these are the decisive factors!"
Cao Mang was still completely bewildered: "What do you mean?"
Zhang Baiyu pointed to the first projection and explained, "In our view, this is a duel of chess principles, a contest to determine the winner of this game."
Cao Mang was still confused: "Otherwise what? We're already playing chess, what else is there to compete in?"
Zhang Baiyu shook his head: "That was just a smokescreen set up by Ling Renwang. The key to this track duel is not in playing chess, but in who puts the chess piece outside the chess box lid first."
“When normal people play chess, they put the captured pieces back on the lid of the chess box.”
"But look at them."
Cao Mang took a closer look and said, "Isn't this the same? Both of them put their chess pieces on the lid of the chess box. It's just that the chess master's side captured too many of the opponent's pieces, and the lid couldn't hold them all, so he put them outside..."