Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr The two of them bowed to each other, and then began to fight. After exchanging a few blows, the rowdy crew members began to quiet down. Finally, their gazes were drawn to the two fighting on the field.
"That brat's basic combat skills aren't bad, very solid."
"He's also fighting very calmly and cautiously, not using any so-called ultimate or secret techniques to destroy the integrity of his basic combat skills. Quan can't find any openings at all."
"Quan's attacks have all been neutralized by the opponent." The offence and defence of basic combat skills were very balanced. Unless there was someone whose combat skills far surpassed Lin Zhong-qing's, it would be very difficult to break through this solid foundation of physical skills.
"Your student, this counterattack is perfect. Hmph, these little bastards are going to have to keep their proud peacock tails in check now." In the captain's room, Old Lian was staring at the large screen. Seeing the lackluster performance of his crew, he was extremely angry.
Old Lian naturally saw the interaction between Ling Lan and Wu Jiong very clearly, and was very satisfied with their unyielding fighting spirit. However, when he saw Ling Lan send Lin Zhong-qing out to fight, and found out from Cheng Yuanhang's introduction that Lin Zhong-qing's strength was not at the top of Class-A, he began to suspect that the little fellow was being a little blindly confident.
Although that Quan was the JMC of his ship, and his combat skills were at the bottom of the pile among all the crew members... But, his crew members were no ordinary crew members! Each of them had been through the merciless baptism of war, and were ruthless veterans who had crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood...
Old Lian believed that even if it was the weakest Quan here, these Scout Academy Class-A students would not be able to defeat him. But unexpectedly, he was slapped hard in the face by the reality before his eyes...
Sitting to one side, Cheng Yuanhang pretended not to see Old Lian's pale face, calmly taking a sip of the tea in his hand. He did not say anything, but the trace of a smile on his lips showed that he was in a very good mood.
"Lin Zhong-qing, go for it!" "Lin Zhong-qing, go for it!"
The Scout Academy Class-A students were all worked up, cheering for their classmate. Even Li Yingjie, who had always been at loggerheads with Lin Zhong-qing, had a serious expression on his face at this occasion, hoping that Lin Zhong-qing would put in some effort to help Class-A regain some face.
At this moment, A 'Quan, who had been attacking for a long time without success, seemed to be a little impatient. A small flaw actually appeared in his originally standard fighting technique …
Opportunity or trap? Lin Zhong-qing's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, he seemed to hear Ling Lan's shout, "Attack the right flank!" That place was the opponent's weak point.
Lin Zhong-qing had no time to think. He just followed the order and used all the strength in his body to throw a punch.
"Boom!" This was the sound of a fist hitting flesh. Lin Zhong-qing's move came very quickly, catching the opponent off guard. The opponent was unable to dodge and was hit directly!
He saw A 'Quan stumble back a few steps, his right hand subconsciously pressing on his right side. His face was pale and showed an expression of intense pain. It looked like Lin Zhong-qing's punch had landed squarely on him, and he hadn't been able to deflect the force.
A crewman with a red cross embroidered on his arm paled and stepped forward from the crowd. Picking up the emergency treatment device hanging from his waist, he quickly scanned the other's body, and then said anxiously, "His internal organs are damaged and bleeding. Hurry and send A 'Quan to the recovery pod." This person should be their ship doctor.
The ship doctor's words caused several of the stronger crewmen to move quickly, sending A 'Quan to the recovery pod. The expressions of the crewmen, who had initially been relaxed and bored, began to turn serious. They found that this bunch of brats was not as simple as they had thought.
A short silence fell over the combat room. Ling Lan saw that the crewmen of the starship were already taking their existence seriously, and only then did she turn to give Lin Zhong-qing a look.
Receiving Ling Lan's signal, Lin Zhong-qing spoke up once more, "My combat skills are still not good enough. If I hurt that big brother, please forgive me!"
"However, if all the crewmen on your ship are this strong, then there is no need to continue with the sparring." Lin Zhong-qing's words made the crewmen's faces turn green and red. This was clearly a rebuttal to their earlier disdain.
"In that case, the other students in your class are stronger than you?" A cold voice rang out from behind the crewmen.
The crewmen nervously stepped aside, shouting, "Instructor!"
Ling Lan's eyes narrowed slightly. A man wearing a Federation military uniform, exuding a cold aura, appeared. He was about 35 or 36 years old, one of the younger ones among the crewmen. However, those crewmen who were older than him were extremely respectful towards him, even a little fearful of his existence.
From the pressure the other was exuding, Ling Lan knew that this person was probably the strongest of the crewmen.
The other's aura also affected Lin Zhong-qing. Lin Zhong-qing felt as if he was about to be crushed by an invisible pressure, but the prideful him did not want to lose face for the academy, lose face for their class, and lose face for Ling Lan's team. Gritting his teeth, he used the pain from biting through his flesh to restore the arrogance on his face. He replied, "With my strength, I can at most squeeze into the top 10. As for the top 5, I don't even have the right to touch them..."
"Is that so? Then I'd like to see how strong the top five in your class that you're not qualified to touch are. " The instructor looked around at the crewmen, causing them to involuntarily straighten their bodies and puff out their chests.
"Golden Scales Team." The instructor's gaze finally landed on one of the teams. "This time, you will be the one to fight!"
"Yes, Instructor!" The six members of Golden Scales Team could not hide their surprise. They had not expected the instructor to send them out.
The instructor's assignment also stunned the other crewmen. They had not expected the instructor to be so generous, actually sending out the members of their ace mecha team to fight. Could it be that these brats were really that strong?
"Can you call out the top 5 of your class now?" After the instructor had arranged for the crewmen to fight, he turned to ask Lin Zhong-qing calmly.
Lin Zhong-qing reflexively looked towards Ling Lan. Ling Lan's right hand, which was hanging low, curled up and flicked lightly.
Standing beside Ling Lan, Han Jijun felt himself being pushed forward by a gentle force. His body involuntarily took two steps forward to stand in front of Ling Lan and the others, as if he had seen Ling Lan's inquiry and had taken the initiative to explain himself.
Han Jijun was an intelligent child — he instantly understood who had pushed him out as a shield. He steadied himself and immediately introduced the top 5 of their class to the instructor: Zilong, Wu Jiong, Li Yingjie, Luo Lang, and Ling Lan.
Wu Jiong looked at Lin Zhong-qing and Han Jijun in the arena, and asked quietly, "What's the arrangement?"
"Win or just spar?" Ling Lan threw the question back at him.
"What do you mean?" Wu Jiong frowned.
"If you want to win, do as Tian Ji did. Just spar. If you want to learn something, it's best if you meet force with force." Now it was up to Wu Jiong and the others to choose. Ling Lan actually did not care about winning or losing — her gaze met the instructor's. She had no interest in Golden Scales Team. If she were to fight with this instructor, perhaps it would be more interesting.
Wu Jiong and Li Yingjie discussed for a moment and chose to win the match. They had a strong desire for victory and did not want to accept defeat.
Zilong and Luo Lang, on the other hand, did not care. They expressed that they would listen to Ling Lan's arrangements.
Wu Jiong and Li Yingjie's choices made Ling Lan frown slightly. This kind of fear of losing was not a good attitude. However, Ling Lan did not say much, only nodding to show that she understood. Golden Scales Team had a total of six people. Ling Lan could tell at a glance which ones were weaker and which ones were stronger. Her eyes darted around, and then she asked Zilong to call Han Jijun back for a discussion.
In the end, the few of them decided to take the initiative to suggest that the Scout Academy was free to choose their opponents. After all, they were the weaker ones, so it was normal for them to make some requests.
Han Jijun told the instructor of Ling Lan and the others' intentions, and the instructor agreed without any hesitation.
Li Yingjie was the first to go up. Ling Lan had chosen the weakest member of Golden Scales Team for him. The instructor's eyebrows rose slightly, and he watched Li Yingjie's battle intently in surprise. He saw that Li Yingjie's strength was indeed not bad, actually fighting evenly with that crewman, not at all at a disadvantage.
"Tian Ji did horse racing? Interesting. " A hint of a smile appeared on the instructor's lips. This group of children had a very strong desire to win. However, this was not a bad thing. If they did not have such strong emotions, would they not be hot-blooded youths?
Li Yingjie's basic combat skills were clearly weaker than Lin Zhong-qing's, and his opponent was also someone who was many times stronger than Lin Zhong-qing's opponent. There were several times when the opponent had almost grasped the loophole in his movements and knocked him down. Luckily, Li Yingjie's family martial arts and secret techniques were all high-level goods. Every time he felt that things were not looking good, he would use the Li family's life-saving ultimate move, allowing him to dodge several sure-hit moves.
Just like that, the exchange of blows went on for over a hundred moves. The member of Golden Scales Team felt that he had lost a great deal of face, actually being unable to handle such a little brat … he raised his head to look at the instructor, a pleading look in his eyes.
The instructor's brows were tightly knitted, and he shook his head decisively without even thinking. Of course, he knew what the other was pleading for, but that move was a mecha's trump card, and he did not think that there was any meaning in using this trump card to win against these students.
Without the instructor's support, the team member seemed to have lost all will to fight. Li Yingjie caught hold of an inadvertent loophole in the opponent's movements, and sent the other stumbling back three steps.
Stunned, the team member was enraged. He wanted to immediately regain his face, and so the posture of his hands changed abruptly, his fingers clenched as he faced Li Yingjie from a distance.
The instructor's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Stop!" The team member was jolted back to his senses by this shout. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he hurriedly retracted his stance and stood to one side.
"For this match, we admit defeat," said the instructor coldly, "L19, go back immediately and go into confinement for three days."
"Yes!" L19 lowered his head and replied. Because of his height, Ling Lan could see the complicated expression on his face, as well as that trace of relief.
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