Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr "No matter how they fight, we can only stand by and watch, trying our best to avoid bloodshed and death..." The instructors felt some regret. Back when they were still scouts, they had never experienced such a blood-boiling grand armed melee.
The two instructors each picked up a student and quickly left the scene. Just as they had said, no matter how itchy their hands were, they could only be competent porters, taking the defeated students away from the scene and watching the students fight until the grand armed melee ended.
Zhang Jing-an felt that pressure disappear, and knew that the other had once again fled far away after succeeding in one strike. He narrowed his eyes and quickly calmed himself down. His initiating instructor had once said that on the battlefield, no matter what the situation was, one must remain calm. Once one lost their cool, it meant that one was not far from death.
His entire being calmed down, and then a hidden burst of power erupted. The rhythm of the wind flowed towards Zhang Jing-an like musical notes. Zhang Jing-an abruptly turned to look in a certain direction and said coldly, "Are you still not coming out?"
Since she had been discovered, Ling Lan did not try to be secretive. She came out from behind a large tree, about 20 metres away from Zhang Jing-an. The two of them faced each other from a distance.
Seeing that the other was also wearing a red uniform, the number 7 flashing on his chest proving that the other was indeed from the 7th grade, their opponents in the grand armed melee, that handsome but cold face was not the 7th grade leaderboard Zilong they were familiar with. A thought flashed through Zhang Jing-an's mind, and he opened his mouth to say, "Zilong's boss — — Ling Lan!"
Ling Lan raised an eyebrow, as if surprised that Zhang Jing-an knew her name.
"It's no secret that the 7th grade has an uncrowned king. As long as you want to know, you can find out," said Zhang Jing-an indifferently. Even so, if not for this grand armed melee, he probably would not have known that there was such a super expert hidden in the 7th grade. He had initially thought that no matter how strong the other was, he would only be at the level of the 9th grade Lu Jing. Now, it looked like he had been careless and miscalculated.
"Looks like you've had your eye on me since the beginning! Right now, this situation should have been designed by you. The two of us can finally fight one-on-one... however, do you really think that you are a match for me? "said Zhang Jing-an with a half-smile. In his eyes, Ling Lan's actions were undoubtedly a little too arrogant.
Ling Lan did not answer Zhang Jing-an's question, only looking at him expressionlessly. For a moment, Zhang Jing-an could not fathom Ling Lan's true thoughts.
In fact, Ling Lan was currently communicating with Little Four in her mindscape. "Little Four, where are those people now?"
It turned out that just now, Little Four suddenly reminded Ling Lan that the people he was monitoring had finally taken action.
"It's about three kilometers from here." Little Four confirmed the other party's location. Little Four was currently in a shared state with the mainframe, so he knew everything that was going on in the academy like the back of his hand. Moreover, as per Ling Lan's request, he had not set up any shielding measures for Ling Lan. As long as someone was interested, they would be able to find out Ling Lan's location.
"Little Four, looks like the things you found are very accurate." A murderous intent flashed through Ling Lan's eyes. The reason she had started the grand armed melee was largely to lure the snake out of its hole. Now, it looked like the other could no longer hold back.
However, she needed to get rid of this one before her as soon as possible... Ling Lan glanced at Zhang Jing-an before her. Although this person was extremely arrogant and had a bad personality, Ling Lan did not want to drag him into her hunting game with the other. If he was unlucky, he might die a violent death. She decided to end things quickly and expel him from the grand armed melee as soon as possible.
At this moment, Zhang Jing-an was very excited. The subtle pressure emanating from Ling Lan's body let him know that the other was an expert. This made him excited. Ever since the seniors had graduated from the academy, he had felt like he was looking down on all the other mountains. Especially as he became more and more adept at using his mutated spiritual self, he felt even more that he was invincible among the students of the academy! This made him feel proud, but also a little disappointed. The taste of being alone and seeking defeat was not all that great.
Perhaps this youth before him could give him a good fight to loosen up his muscles and bones! Although Zhang Jing-an believed that Ling Lan could bring him pleasure, he did not think that Ling Lan's strength would surpass his.
Zhang Jing-an wanted to fight, so he went straight for it. He did not use any rubber baton, nor did he use any fancy moves — he just threw a punch. Perhaps Zhang Jing-an thought that victory was already in his grasp, so he did not need to use any complicated moves. Just based on his strength alone, he could easily crush the other.
Zhang Jing-an only took a calm step forward, but this simple step actually allowed him to cross a distance of 20 metres, instantly arriving before Ling Lan.
Actually, this was just a visual illusion. Ling Lan could clearly see that in an extremely short amount of time, Zhang Jing-an had taken ten steps, arriving before her in the blink of an eye. At the same time, Zhang Jing-an's tightly clenched right fist was swinging towards her face.
Whether it was the speed of his charge or the final swing of his fist, the speed had reached an extreme. Zhang Jing-an even had the illusion that in the next second, his fist would be able to connect with the other's body and send him flying... the smile on his lips had just bloomed when it instantly froze.
Because, he felt that his fist had been blocked by a soft force, preventing him from moving forward.
It turned out that in the instant that Ling Lan had been struck, she had also clenched her fist to meet Zhang Jing-an's fist. Although the two fists seemed to have collided fiercely, there was no sound at all. It was as if these two fists had not used any strength at all, merely touching gently in a friendly manner.
Zhang Jing-an knew very well that he had definitely used 80% of his strength. The reason for this situation to occur was because the other had used the same amount of strength, using a strange soft force to cancel out his strength.
This punch of Zhang Jing-an's had not achieved the effect he had hoped for, instead falling into a stalemate. Right now, he could either choose to withdraw his strength and start over again, or continue to increase his strength in his attack. As long as his strength was stronger than the other's, he would be able to break the stalemate, and he could even push both of their strengths back onto the other.
Of course, Zhang Jing-an would not give up just like that. He had originally thought that he was the strongest, so he gave a quiet shout, and his entire face instantly flushed red. He abruptly sucked in his stomach, and then his wrist shook a few times in succession. Four waves of hidden energy surged towards Ling Lan.
This was the trump card that the initiate teacher had taught him. It could send out four waves of hidden energy in an instant, and each wave of power would be added to the previous wave. At the final wave, it would produce a terrifying power that was eight times stronger than his own hidden energy. Of course, the initiate teacher had repeatedly warned him not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. However, Zhang Jing-an felt that this was a good time to use it, because this was a battle of honour between the strongest students of the tenth grade and the seventh grade!
With one look at the other's hand gestures, Ling Lan could tell that the other was likely to be using a move that added up strength. She decisively used one-inch punch, and the two waves of hidden energy collided many times. In the end, the two waves of hidden energy could no longer suppress each other, exploding at the same time.
Ling Lan and Zhang Jing-an were sent flying by this tremendous force. Even the thick tree branch they were standing on was blown up, and the broken tree trunk fell from the air to crash onto the ground.
Ling Lan performed an iron plank bridge in the air, controlling her body to land steadily on the branch of a large tree not far behind her. However, Zhang Jing-an did not have it as easy as Ling Lan. After flying for five or six metres, he used his left hand to grab hold of a tree branch and used the force to pull himself back up onto the tree to steady himself. However, his right hand hung by his side, and his arm actually swayed along with his body.
Ling Lan's left hand pressed down on her right hand, and she said coldly, "As expected of the top student of the tenth grade, breaking my right arm in one move."
Zhang Jing-an gripped his right hand at the same time, his expression ugly as he said, "You're not weak either!" Similarly, his arm had also been broken by the other. In that move earlier, both of them had suffered great losses. Right then, Zhang Jing-an no longer had his initial superior mentality. He knew very well that this Ling Lan before him was an expert on the same level as him.
"However, even so, we'll still have to see who's better!" Ling Lan seemed to be determined to see who was the winner. She had just finished speaking when she actually ignored the injury on her right arm and stomped down hard, using the recoil from the tree branch under her feet to hurtle towards Zhang Jing-an like a cannonball.
Zhang Jing-an's expression was grim. He knew that this time, it was likely that the winner would be decided. For Qi-Jin level fighters like them, victory or defeat was decided in an instant — it all depended on whose Qi-Jin was a notch stronger.
This time, Ling Lan chose to attack with her left hand. Of course, she could only use her left hand. However, she did not seem to have much confidence in her left hand, so she chose to use the rubber short stick to attack.
Similarly, Zhang Jing-an also chose to use the short stick, gripping it tightly in his left hand to meet the blow. Just as the two were about to collide, he saw Ling Lan suddenly shout with a look of terror on her face, "Dodge …"
Zhang Jing-an was completely unmoved. The short stick in his left hand smashed over with all the strength in his body.
Hmph! Trying to use this move to trick me? No way! This thought had just flashed through Zhang Jing-an's mind when he felt the back of his head being slammed viciously by a wave of force …
He felt his body instantly lose all strength, and before he fell unconscious, he saw Ling Lan opposite him choose to turn and run in her terror, as if she had seen something terrifying …
D * mmit, so he wasn't lying to me … Zhang Jing-an's heart was filled with regret at this moment. If he had listened to the other's warning, would he not have been ambushed?
Zhang Jing-an's entire body fell from the tree, but before he could hit the ground, a figure flashed past in an instant and placed him lightly on the ground. At the same time, the figure pressed Zhang Jing-an's surrender button and then disappeared without a trace.
A thousand meters away, a team of five people wearing instructor uniforms was stopping at a certain place. One of the young instructors, who was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, was using his spiritual power to sneak into the nearest surveillance signal, searching for the location of their target with all his might.
"The opponent has changed his position. From his original southeast position, he has moved to the south," said the instructor, opening his eyes to a male instructor around 35 or 36 years old beside him.
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