Landing in the Fantastic World

The middle-aged teacher and Feng Weitian returned to the crowd.    

At this moment, the crowd had finally recovered from their shock.    

"This secret room seems to be Mu Yu's."    

"No wonder he was accepted by Elder Qiu as a training hall student. I wasn't convinced earlier and thought that he had connections. I never thought that he really has the strength that we can look up to."    

At this moment, all the students admired Mu Yu from the bottom of their hearts. They looked at Mu Yu with admiration.    

"A bunch of brainless things. They really think he earned 120 points by relying on his true strength. If it wasn't for the fact that the difficulty of the secret chamber had dropped by tenfold, he would at most be a person with a single digit potential value."    

"Later, I'll go to that secret chamber and farm 200 points. 300 points will blind your dog eyes!"    

Feng Weitian looked at the group of students who worshiped Mu Yu and sneered in disdain in his heart.    

At this time, the middle-aged teacher announced again, "The second batch of students for the potential test is Han Jushu, Permit, Feng Weitian..."    

Under the control of the middle-aged teacher, Feng Weitian was successfully assigned to Mu Yu's secret room.    

"When I come out, my light will shine on the entire Northwest Spiritual Academy, and become an existence that all of you will have to look up to. Hahahaha..."    

Feng Weitian stood outside the secret chamber's door. The excitement in his heart was hard to suppress.    

"Creak!"    

Feng Weitian forcefully pushed open the door of the secret chamber.    

It was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.    

Feng Weitian was fearless. He puffed out his chest and swaggered in.    

"Bang!"    

The door of the secret chamber automatically closed, and the light suddenly lit up.    

Immediately after that, with a swoosh, ten projections suddenly appeared in the surroundings, surrounding Feng Weitian.    

What!?    

Ten projections?    

Feng Weitian's face was filled with pride, but when he saw the ten projections, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.    

However, he immediately remembered that the difficulty of this secret chamber had been reduced by ten times. The nervousness in his heart immediately disappeared, and his face was filled with disdain.    

These ten projections would certainly not be able to withstand a single blow. They would be like ants in front of him, and he would be able to kill them all with just a finger.    

Thinking of this, Feng Weitian stood with his hands behind his back, and he didn't even bother to make the first move.    

He stretched out a finger and pointed at the ten projections in front of him. He said disdainfully, "I can smell the aura of a weakling from your bodies."    

Then, he hooked his finger slightly and put on a provocative pose. He said, "All of you, attack together. I will let all of you see what the true strength of a powerhouse is."    

Rumble...    

The projectors seemed to understand Feng Weitian's words.    

As soon as his voice faded, ten terrifying energies suddenly shot out from the ten projections. With unstoppable momentum, they struck at the defenseless Feng Weitian like thunder.    

"Hehe, I never thought that you, as projections, would know how to bluff!"    

"But what's the use? It's just some seemingly useless moves. Watch as I neutralize all ten of your attacks with a single finger."    

Until now, Feng Weitian was still incomparably arrogant and didn't realize what was going on.    

He raised a finger and casually pointed it forward.    

When the finger was less than three inches away from the ten attacks, Feng Weitian suddenly felt that these ten attacks contained a force that caused his heart to palpitate.    

This force was enough to crush his body into pieces.