Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr L19 quickly left the combat room, looking like he was heading for solitary confinement. Ling Lan found that no one was accompanying him. It looked like the crew on this starship were very disciplined — this was not something an ordinary mercenary starship could achieve.
A trace of understanding appeared on Ling Lan's lips — she more or less knew what kind of existence this starship was.
Initially, the five of them had agreed that Luo Lang would be the second to fight, but after some consideration, Ling Lan decided to switch positions and let Wu Jiong go first. Of course, Ling Lan had also told Wu Jiong who the second weakest candidate was.
Although Wu Jiong was a little perplexed about switching positions, he did not have any objections. Before he went up on stage, Ling Lan reminded him quietly, "Hold on for a dozen or so moves first, and then attack when the opponent has exhausted himself."
Li Yingjie's victory had actually come out of nowhere — it could be considered a gift from the opponent, but no matter what, it was still a loss for the opponent. This would definitely cause the remaining members of Team Golden Scales to feel indignant and their desire for victory. They desperately needed a victory to redeem their pride.
Ling Lan estimated that this time, the opponent would not give them the chance to attack. They would definitely attack fiercely, wanting to win the match quickly and cleanly. If they could not withstand this initial onslaught, then there would be no talk of victory.
Thus, Luo Lang, who was not good at dealing with this sort of aggressive style, was not suited to fight now. The moment he went up on stage, he would probably be flustered within a few moves, and very quickly be defeated. Ling Lan did not care about winning or losing, but she also did not want Luo Lang to lose without learning anything. Thus, she needed to first decipher the opponent's offensive tactics, and make the opponent think that offensive tactics were ineffective.
However, Wu Jiong was different. What he was best at was dealing with this sort of offensive tactics, so she believed that he would definitely be able to handle it. This was also why Ling Lan wanted him to be the second to go up. Wu Jiong wanted to win, and Ling Lan did not want her followers to end up empty-handed.
Of course, to ensure that Wu Jiong could win the match, Ling Lan still gave Wu Jiong a small reminder, so that he could be prepared.
Wu Jiong nodded in understanding. Although the two of them were rivals within the class, this did not mean that he did not trust Ling Lan's judgement.
The moment the two of them stepped onto the stage, they bowed to each other. Wu Jiong's opponent was a burly man of about 30 years of age. One look at the opponent's burly figure, as well as the strong muscles on his exposed arms, and one could tell that this was definitely a strength-type fighter. Wu Jiong secretly raised his guard. Ling Lan's reminder floated into his mind once more. He had originally wanted to observe for a bit longer, but he immediately decided to defend first and attack later.
Just as Ling Lan expected, the opponent this time wasn't as casual as Li Yingjie's opponent. The other party's attitude towards combat was very serious, and there was no so-called modesty. The moment he came up, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, and his dance was very vigorous.
Because Wu Jiong was mentally prepared, he was not too flustered in the face of this hurricane-like frenzy of attacks. He calmly and carefully dodged, like a small boat drifting with the waves, unafraid of the waves. No matter how ferocious the opponent was, he could always find a place to persevere, and was not completely at a disadvantage.
After enduring the opponent's first round of attacks with great difficulty, perhaps the opponent's prolonged attacks had caused him to lose some steam, for his attacks clearly slowed. Wu Jiong, who had long been prepared for a counterattack, didn't think too much about it. He immediately closed in, a set of advanced military combat techniques belonging to the Wu family flying out from his hands, turning the tables on the opponent. This sudden turn of events caused that member of the Golden Scales team to be momentarily exhausted, and the situation was instantly reversed.
Seeing this, the instructor's brow furrowed slightly. He was almost certain that the opponent was using the tactics of Tian Ji's horse-racing — who would have thought that they would actually be able to accurately determine the two weakest members of the Jinling team? And the one fighting before him and the scout from the previous match were probably the top three of the five.
Before the instructor could think of a reason, the situation on the field suddenly changed. Wu Jiong closed in, both fists striking out at the same time. This short and quick attack caught the opponent off guard, and he was hit squarely by Wu Jiong.
This time, Wu Jiong had used the second One-Inch Punch. It did not look like the attack was strong, but it was not. The opponent was obviously at a disadvantage, unsteady on his feet from this One-Inch Punch, forcing him to retreat several steps.
Seeing this, Wu Jiong was not going to let up. He closed in, his fists raining down on the opponent's abdomen (due to height issues, he could only hit there). However, Wu Jiong's attacks forced the opponent to block. The abdomen was the weakest part of the human body. Although Wu Jiong was small, his strength was not small. The opponent could not afford to be careless, and could only retreat continuously to try and dissipate the force of this attack.
Right then, Wu Jiong's frenzied attacks suddenly stopped. He pulled back his strength, turned around, and leapt back to his original position, putting some distance between the two of them. Then, he saluted the opponent and said, "Thank you for letting me win, uncle!"
That person abruptly reacted, and looked down at his feet. Sure enough, he had unknowingly retreated from the designated fighting position in the combat ring. In other words, he had unknowingly been forced out of the combat range by Wu Jiong. According to the rules, he had indeed lost.
The large man could not help but laugh bitterly and say, "What a powerful scout. I have indeed lost."
The large man quickly walked up to the instructor, lowered his head and apologised, "I'm sorry, Instructor. I lost."
"L18, go back and undergo confinement for three days!" The instructor sighed softly, and similarly issued a punishment. Losing to a scout was a form of humiliation for adults, and by giving out a little punishment, it would lessen the humiliation.
The large man saluted gratefully, and then turned to leave. It looked like he had also run off to undergo confinement of his own accord. Confinement was not a bad thing — sometimes, calming down a little might yield excellent results. Many people had advanced and improved their abilities through confinement.
However, when the five of them exchanged glances with one another, they could only convey one message — this starship was most likely an active military vessel disguised as mercenaries. Translator's Thoughts ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr And the place they were heading to this time was not the well-known primitive planet their communicators had informed them of. It was most likely a secret planet locked down by military headquarters.
The scout cadets who had won two matches were feeling rather smug at this moment, actually shouting that they would win all the following matches. In contrast to the scout cadets who had somewhat lost their rationality due to their victories, some of the scout cadets were extremely calm, believing that the following matches would not be so easy.
This was especially true for Zilong and Luo Lang. Right now, their expressions were extremely solemn, because their boss had personally told them that he had already chosen the two strongest members of the Golden Scales Team for them. According to Ling Lan's words, they were obviously sending themselves up to be abused.
The third to go up was Luo Lang. The opponent he had chosen was a young man around 22 or 23 years old. He looked very refined, and even had a bashful smile on his face, giving people the impression that he was very harmless.
However, Ling Lan accurately told Luo Lang that this person was not so simple. He was the second strongest of the six members of the Golden Scales Team, and he was also a ruthless character who would not hesitate to play dirty. When Ling Lan said this, there was an obvious trace of pity on her face, as if indicating that Luo Lang probably would not have a good ending in this match.
The instructor had thought that the other would follow the flow of Tianji's horse race and choose their third weakest member. Unexpectedly, the other had chosen the second strongest member of the Golden Scales Team right off the bat, and the one who was full of schemes at that.
The instructor could not help but shake his head, feeling that Ling Lan and the others were probably going to be disappointed this time. Even the instructor himself would find this young man very troublesome to deal with, because he had too many traps and temptations in his moves. Even the instructor himself could not help but fall for his tricks a few times. He was the most difficult member of the Golden Scales Team to deal with...
Could it be that they thought this member looked weaker? The instructor looked seriously at that black-bellied brat of the Golden Scales Team, and found that he really did feel that way. Could it be that they had really fallen into a trap? Or was there some other motive?
The instructor's gaze once again turned towards Ling Lan and the others, trying to find some hint from their bodies. When he found that these few students were only as tall as their chests, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed involuntarily. He had actually unconsciously considered the other on equal footing. The other party was clearly just a bunch of children around 10 years old, so how could they judge the strength of the Golden Scales Team? Perhaps it was just a coincidence that they had won the first two matches...
"Luo Lang, after you go up, don't think too much. Don't bother about whether the other party has any openings or not. Just focus on your basic physical skills and counter their moves as they come." Unable to bear to see Luo Lang lose so badly, Ling Lan still gave Luo Lang some advice.
Luo Lang nodded, and said happily, "Got it, Boss." Even though he knew that he was going up to be tortured, it was still good to lose in a way that looked good.
Luo Lang knew in his heart that he definitely could not compare with the other. Although the other did not look very old, the other must have been through countless battles, crawling out from between life and death. His actual combat experience was definitely several times more than Luo Lang's — he was a veteran who had been through hundreds of battles. And for Luo Lang to be able to spar with the other before the hunt, it was undoubtedly his luck.
Perhaps L18's aggressive attack last time had not been effective, but the other saw Luo Lang's cautious expression, not at all complacent after winning the first two matches. Thus, the other simply gave up on attacking, and began to circle Luo Lang tentatively. Of course, in the midst of this stalemate, he purposely revealed some defensive openings, small openings, and the like, in an attempt to bait Luo Lang into attacking first.
However, because of Ling Lan's warning, Luo Lang completely ignored this. He was also extremely careful — before he could ascertain the other's strength, he would not act rashly.
After several rounds of this stalemate, the other seemed to feel that there was no point in continuing, and so he took the initiative to attack.
Although the scout's basic combat arts were balanced in both offence and defence, at the end of the day, every attack was actually based on the basis of defence. In other words, the defence of the scout's basic combat arts was extremely sturdy, perhaps even perfect.
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