Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Ling Lan once again stood at the entrance of the passageway, continuing her challenge. She closed her eyes for several seconds, and then abruptly opened them. Her eyes shone brightly as her fingers danced in the air. The rabbit mecha's hind legs kicked off, and the mecha flew into the passageway.
At this time, Ling Lan's entire being was immersed in the mecha. The situation in the passageway was already clear in her mind, so she no longer needed to think about how to get past the obstacles. Everything had already been formed in her mind.
The rabbit mecha could be seen leaping nimbly through the narrow space. Sometimes it would crouch and walk, sometimes it would leap and fly, sometimes it would run at high speed, and sometimes it would slow down and turn. There were several times when it narrowly missed the walls, just a hair's breadth away from crashing into the wall, causing the mecha to be thrown off its feet.
This time, Ling Lan did not crash into the wall, passing through it smoothly. Checking the time, she had indeed broken through the 20 minute barrier, and had even advanced by 5 minutes to 15 minutes.
Compared to the first time, Ling Lan had undoubtedly shortened the time by half. However, when it came to the 3 minutes required to complete the mission, Ling Lan was still a long way off. Still, Ling Lan was very happy. This proved that she had taken another steady step forward in her control of the rabbit mecha.
Ling Lan was in no hurry to improve her hand speed, but instead continued to consolidate her current hand speed. She reviewed the training over and over again. The passageway training was very boring — it was just jumping and running to break through obstacles. Once or twice, it might have been refreshing, but after ten or even dozens of times, there was only boredom. Luckily, Ling Lan was someone with great endurance — she did not choose to give up halfway due to boredom.
Just like that, after holing up at home for three to four days, Ling Lan was dragged out of the learning space by Little Four due to an unexpected incident.
At that time, Ling Lan had been focused on practising a higher hand speed jumping and running in the passageway. As she ran, the image before her eyes suddenly twisted and blurred. By the time Ling Lan could see clearly again, she was already in the great hall of the learning space.
Little Four was waiting for her anxiously. Seeing Ling Lan come out, he rushed over and shouted, "Boss, quick! Zilong and the others are looking for you. "
During this period of time, Little Four had replaced Ling Lan to enter the virtual world. Therefore, Little Four was responsible for informing her of everything that happened in the virtual world.
"Can't you handle it?" Ling Lan thought that it was about the virtual world, so she felt a little strange because Little Four had patted his chest and promised that he would take care of the virtual world.
"It's about the real world. They were communicating online just now. They seemed very anxious and asked us to go to the combat hall immediately. Something big seems to have happened," Little Four hurriedly explained.
Ling Lan was a little confused. She didn't know what had happened to make Zilong and the others so anxious. Worried, she hurriedly left the learning space, and then climbed out of the login pod in the virtual world. She quickly changed into a neat school uniform and walked out.
As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the combat hall, Ling Lan discovered that there were a lot of people here today. She quickly scanned the area and found that it wasn't just the students of her first grade who were here. There were also quite a few students from other grades. There were juniors who had just entered, as well as seniors who were one or two years older.
Ling Lan also saw that among the blue and green colors, there were also some white and red colors. It looked like there were quite a few people from the special classes here as well. Ling Lan was even more curious now. What on earth had happened to make all the students from the lower grades gather here?
Although the Scout Academy had ten grades, they were actually divided into three different grades. Grades 1 to 4 were the lower grades, grades 5 to 7 were the middle grades, and grades 8 to 10 were the upper grades. The students of each grade had their own social circle. Unless it was someone with ulterior motives, very few people would be willing to cross the social circle to get to know the students of the other grades. For example, Ling Lan and the others might know a little about the elementary students, but their knowledge of the intermediate students would be a little vague. Meanwhile, the advanced students were not something that they, as juniors, could understand even if they wanted to.
Ling Lan immediately contacted Zilong and found out that they were at Stage 3, so she hurried over. Along the way, Ling Lan's flamboyant red uniform drew the envy of some of the merit class and regular class students.
Although Ling Lan kept a relatively low profile in the academy, there were still quite a few people who recognised her. They were currently whispering to those who weren't familiar with her.
"Do you know who that person in red just now was?" asked one of the first-year students who knew the situation excitedly to a new classmate beside him.
"A student from Special Class-A? What grade is he? I don't think I've seen him in the year-skipping challenge matches. "Some of the older students who didn't know any of them naturally didn't know about the affairs of their seniors.
"You should at least know about Zilong, right?" Zilong had taken first place in the special classes many times in a row, and often appeared in the year-skipping challenge matches, so even the freshmen were very familiar with him.
"Of course I know him! He's the top student of the second years! I've seen him in the year-skipping challenge matches. Just talking about him makes me excited! In the last challenge, he actually managed to challenge a fourth-year student before losing! He's really making us lower grades proud!" It looked like this freshman was a fan of Zilong, his face full of worship.
"Hehe, let me tell you, that person just now is Zilong's boss! And he's also a second-year student! "The one in the know felt very proud — he actually knew about the hidden strongest boss.
"Liar!" Exclamations of shock rang out one after another. The spectators who had come over because of their discussion had faces full of disbelief. Zilong was a star of the lower grades — how could a prodigy like him easily submit to someone and acknowledge him as boss? Moreover, the boss was someone from the same grade who was ranked lower than him.
"Hmph, do you really think that Zilong is the king of the second years? If it wasn't for my cousin being in that grade, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known about the secret either. " Those who paid attention to the year-skipping ranking matches were basically all from the same grade. Very few students from other grades would pay attention to it, so many of the lower and upper grades didn't know what had happened inside.
"What secret? Hurry up and say it..." Those who liked to find out the truth all urged the informant to quickly reveal the secret.
"I heard from my cousin that every time that person met Zilong, he would take the initiative to admit defeat. He never made a move."
"Why?" Everyone couldn't understand.
"Is it because he knows he can't beat him, so he doesn't fight? That doesn't mean that person is stronger than Zilong. "Someone raised an opposing opinion.
"I have proof. Do you know how fast Zilong defeated his opponent in the year-skipping ranking matches?"
"Yes, I remember someone saying that it seemed to be three moves. It was against the weakest opponent in the first match... Zilong's combat skills are very strong. Not only are his movements agile, but his strength is also much stronger than his peers. Not only that, his foundation is also very solid. I heard that he even has some sure-kill moves."
"However, as his opponent's strength increases, Zilong can no longer defeat his opponent so easily. From ten moves to tens of moves, even hundreds of moves..."
"So, Zilong is strong, but he hasn't reached the point of absolute dominance." The informant heard everyone's evaluation of Zilong and nodded disapprovingly.
"You can't say that. Those who can enter our academy's special classes are all one-in-a-million geniuses. For Zilong to be able to suppress his peers is already proof that he is very outstanding." The others thought that the informant's words were unreasonable.
"Hehe, that person once defeated one of his opponents. How many moves do you think he used?" The informant heard the questioning voices and asked with a cold smile.
"How strong is he? You can't just let us guess without a comparison, right? "
"They were both from the special classes. Zilong defeated his opponent in about fifty moves." The informant decisively provided a comparison.
"Also fifty moves?"
"Could it be that he used fewer moves than Zilong?" Seeing the informant's calm expression, everyone was shocked. "Forty moves? Or thirty moves? "
The informant smiled but said nothing.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. "Twenty moves, or ten moves?" Everyone thought that their guess was already very bold.
Unfortunately, the informant did not agree. He shook his head and sighed. "Can't you all be a little bolder?"
"Within ten moves?" Amidst the silence, a trembling voice quietly rang out. This sentence made everyone hold their breaths as they waited for the informant's reply.
"Within ten moves? Hehehe, neither. He only used one move... "The informant said proudly, as if Ling Lan was his boss.
"Wow, so strong!" Everyone exclaimed. If that was really the case, then that person would definitely be a tyrant among the second years.
"I'm guessing that even if Zilong really fought against him, he wouldn't be able to last long." The informant finally voiced his opinion.
"Then why did he admit defeat? As long as he's first, he can challenge someone above his level." Someone felt that it was a pity because they could not see that person's heroic figure of defeating his opponent in one move.
"Who knows? Maybe he likes to keep a low profile." The Emperor of Truth appeared.
"Right, what's that person's name?" Super strong people were respected. The surrounding students all asked the informant.
"Ling Lan, the true number one of class 4738..."
Ling Lan was very depressed that her hearing was too good. She actually heard all those gossips about her clearly. She did not expect that she would still be remembered by so many people even though she had kept a low profile. However, Ling Lan did not mind. It was only spread among the lower levels. Any higher and she would not be interested in them. If she went out, she was sure that no one would recognise her...
Very soon, she rushed to the third arena and saw that Zilong and the others were already waiting in front of the arena. Ling Lan quickly walked over and asked, "Zilong, why did you call me over so urgently? What's going on?"
Zilong reflexively glanced at Han Jijun. Ling Lan knew that it was probably Han Jijun's idea to call her over.
Sure enough, Han Jijun received Zilong's gaze and immediately said, "Boss Lan, I asked Zilong to call you over. Actually, I called you over this time to discuss something regarding Lin Zhong-qing."
"Him? Does it have anything to do with us? "Ling Lan was too busy and did not have the extra energy to care about her classmates who were not close to her.
"Of course not right now, but it will be soon." Han Jijun's lips quirked up in a sly smile.
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