Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Without a doubt, the Thunder King was a miracle, and Wei Ji also hoped that Wang Hui could replicate the Thunder King's miracle. That way, in a few years' time, when the Thunder King graduated and left the academy, it would be time for their Wuji Mecha Clan to ascend to the top.
Hearing Wang Hui's combat level, Zhao Jun's eyes flashed. "Not bad. With these two prodigies joining, Wuji's future is limitless."
Zhao Jun's words made Han Yu and Wei Ji grin smugly. Compared to the unpredictable Li Lanfeng, Zhao Batian, who only knew how to fight, was much simpler. He would never beat around the bush, saying whatever he wanted to say.
That said, Zhao Jun patted Wang Hui's shoulder approvingly, and then walked over to sit beside Li Lanfeng.
This action of Zhao Jun's caused Han Yu and Wei Ji to frown, a trace of annoyance appearing in their eyes. They regretted that they had played some tricks back then in order to intimidate Zhao Jun, angering him and allowing Li Lanfeng to seize the opportunity to act as a mediator between the two parties to mediate between them. That way, they had succeeded in gaining Zhao Jun's friendship, causing the two of them to have a close relationship now. If Zhou Ya had really succeeded in replacing Li Lanfeng, they probably would not have been able to chase Li Lanfeng out too obviously and remove him from his position within the clan...
After several years of working together, they knew very well that Zhao Jun was a very loyal person — he was definitely someone who would sacrifice himself for his friends. If Zhao Jun became dissatisfied with them because of Li Lanfeng and left the Wuji Mecha Clan with Li Lanfeng in a fit of anger, then they would suffer a great loss.
Zhao Jun was a mecha piloting prodigy, able to squeeze into the top three in his year. The reason the Wuji Mecha Clan was able to stand firmly in third place, besides Li Lanfeng's scheming, was also inseparable from Zhao Jun's mecha prodigy. If the two of them were to join other factions because of this, it was very likely that it would directly affect the Wuji Mecha Clan's position within the school...
Han Yu and Wei Ji looked at each other and exchanged glances. They decided to temporarily suppress their original plan and bear with Li Lanfeng for a while longer. Anyway, Zhou Ya and Wang Hui still needed time to grow. Their mecha clan needed Li Lanfeng's strategy.
Of course, they secretly decided that during this period of time, they would find a chance to drive a wedge between Li Lanfeng and Zhao Jun. As long as the two of them fell out, it would be time for them to banish Li Lanfeng.
Having come to a decision, the two of them chatted enthusiastically with Li Lanfeng and Zhao Jun. Not long after, the initially dark walls of the box suddenly lit up. This was originally a high-tech screen, but it was set up to allow direct viewing without any sort of dissection. It could also choose to dissect the images from multiple angles and windows. Right then, on the stage that occupied the screen, several youths in blue uniforms suddenly appeared. Their expressions were calm and proud — they were members of the Leiting Mecha Clan. Seeing this, the four of them stopped talking and focused their attention on the big screen.
In the dark box, no one could see that the smile on Li Lanfeng's lips had turned from warm to mocking, and his gaze had turned from clear to incomparably dark. At this moment, Li Lanfeng no longer had the slightest hint of amiability or warmth, but was instead faintly leaking out a trace of coldness.
The moment the Leiting members stepped onto the stage, they were met with enthusiastic cheers from all the spectating students in the combat hall. The Federation had nurtured and established the mindset of respecting the strong since childhood, and this was even more vividly reflected in the military academy. The Leiting Mecha Clan was the strongest faction in the military academy, and thus they had also received the acknowledgement and respect of most of the cadets.
At this moment, the owners of the boxes on the second floor had arrived one after another. Faced with the overwhelming cheers from the combat hall below, everyone in the boxes basically took it as a matter of course, believing that it was no surprise that Leiting would be the final victor. Only in a certain corner of the box, someone was worried for the New Cadet Regiment.
"F * ck, everyone present is cheering for Leiting. No one is optimistic about the New Cadet Regiment. To be honest, I don't think the New Cadet Regiment has the slightest bit of hope either. I want to say, has your cousin's brain been shot in the head? Actually daring to accept Leiting's challenge letter? " In that box, a baby-faced youth in a blue uniform slapped the armrest of the sofa, his face full of anger.
Standing in front of the screen, a man in a white uniform had his back to the baby-faced youth. He stood tall and upright, one hand resting lightly on the frame of the screen. Without even turning his head, he said calmly, "If he accepts, then so be it. At the very least, I can see how much this cousin of mine who has always wanted to be first in line of succession has improved."
"Just because of this? That's why you came out of your laboratory for the first time to come watch this match that you're destined to lose? "The baby-faced youth's face was filled with disbelief.
He knew his sworn brother. Ever since he had been admitted into the First Men's Military Academy and chosen the military medical research specialization, it was as if he had been possessed. He had been following his instructors around the laboratory day and night, researching various treatment topics for various strange and difficult diseases that the Federation had discovered so far. Perhaps he really did have talent in this area, for he had actually managed to come up with a treatment plan for several diseases. After clinical trials, the plan had been found to be extremely effective. Due to his outstanding performance in his research, from his second year onwards, he had successfully become the dux of the military medical research specialization. Ever since then, he had occupied the dux position, never losing it.
The baby-faced youth had always believed that if the Thunder King was an unparalleled prodigy in mecha piloting, then his good friend Li Shiyu would be a terrifying aberrant existence in the field of medicine. The two of them would dominate everyone else in their respective fields, becoming the undisputed number one experts.
"Lose?" Li Shiyu muttered to himself. Right then, another five figures appeared on the stage. Dressed in normal green uniforms, they were the five representatives of the New Cadet Regiment participating in the physical skills combat competition.
Li Shiyu stared at the screen, at that arrogant brat who had crossed his arms over his chest the moment he stepped onto the stage. His initially handsome face instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth as he spat out word by word, "If that brat loses, I will make him pay the price." Recently, hadn't they been lacking human test subjects for the newly developed S-modified gene agent to stimulate physical potential? Perhaps Li Yingjie would be a suitable test subject.
Right then, Li Yingjie, who had raised his chin proudly, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He could not help but shudder, causing Luo Lang beside him to shoot him a disgruntled glance. "You're scared?"
Li Yingjie glared at Luo Lang and retorted angrily, "Who's scared? Just now, it was just a gust of cold wind..."
Cold wind? Luo Lang glanced at this tightly sealed combat arena. The temperature was forever maintained at a constant 20 degrees. In a place where there was no wind at all, how could there be a gust of cold wind? Who was he trying to fool?
Luo Lang huffed coldly and rolled his eyes, no longer paying any attention to this timid Li Yingjie beside him. He had initially thought that the always arrogant and domineering Li Yingjie would not know what fear was. Unexpectedly, he was just a tiger in its den, only knowing how to be a tyrant in its den.
Luo Lang's cold huff clearly revealed his thoughts, causing Li Yingjie's face to flicker between red and green. He really wanted nothing more than to grab the other by the collar and roar angrily, 'What the hell are you huffing for? What I said is all true! There really was a gust of cold wind blowing over, otherwise how could I have shivered?'
Unfortunately, reality did not allow Li Yingjie to do so. He could only endure the humiliation of being mistaken for a coward by his companion. He decided in his heart that he would definitely obtain victory in the combat arena and use reality to tell Luo Lang that he, Li Yingjie, had never been afraid of the other.
The spectating students were not clear about what was happening on the arena. They only saw a beautiful youth and an arrogant youth exchanging a few words with their heads lowered, and then they stood still, patiently waiting for the referee sent by the military academy to appear.
The military academy allowed wagered fights, regardless of whether it was an official wagered fight or a private wagered fight. The only difference was that in official wagered fights, the academy would appoint a referee to make a fair judgment, while in private wagered fights, the academy would not be involved.
However, both wagered fights had one restriction — no deaths were allowed. As long as there was a death, the academy would send out an inspection team to investigate. Once they found evidence of intentional homicide, the student or organiser responsible for the death would be sent to the military court without hesitation, and the punishment would be based on the severity of the case. The most severe punishment would naturally be the death penalty.
Thus, even if irreconcilable conflicts arose among the cadets of the military academy, there would usually be no deaths involved in wagered fights. Of course, those who were prepared to die together were excluded.
Meanwhile, the wagered fight between Leiting and the New Cadet Regiment was an official wagered fight, which was why the academy's referee would appear. This wagered fight had become an official wagered fight by both sides, because both sides were afraid the other would go back on their word.
It should be known that the results of official wagered fights were protected by the academy. Once the results were out, they had to be carried out. Even if one side regretted it and wanted to go back on their word, the other side could still apply to the academy to enforce the results of the wagered fight. Leiting was determined to win the New Cadet Regiment, so to ensure that nothing went wrong, they would definitely choose an official wagered fight. Meanwhile, the New Cadet Regiment also had the same concerns, because they had no objections to this wagered fight being turned into an official wagered fight.
"Shiyu, look. That youth beside your cousin is so pretty, just like a girl. Could it be that he's also going to take part in the fight?" The baby-faced man's face was filled with resentment. "Heavens, is there no one else in the New Cadet Regiment? Actually sending out such a delicate youth to take up the challenge... how could they bear to do that?"
Right then, Li Shiyu had also seen Luo Lang's appearance, and was momentarily stunned. In his mind, another face with different features but equally beautiful appeared. No, that face was even more beautiful than this youth, so beautiful that it seemed as if it should not appear in this world...
Li Shiyu's heart throbbed with pain. Was this the reason why the heavens were unwilling to give his eldest cousin brother a healthy body? Was it because he did not belong to this world in the first place that they had to take him back?
No, I will never allow it! Even if I have to fight against the heavens, I will keep Brother Mulan!
Li Shiyu gripped the frame of the screen tightly, his fingers gripping it tightly. He felt the pain coming from his fingers, as if only by doing so could he alleviate the heart-wrenching pain in his heart. It was precisely because of this unbearable pain that he had chosen the other path without hesitation. Even if he lost the right to inherit the Li family because of this, he would not regret it.
"Pa!" A crisp sound rang out, and a piece of material on the frame of the screen was crushed by Li Shiyu's grip. The baby-faced man instantly jumped up and rushed over, grabbing Li Shiyu's hand as he wailed, "Heavens, my points..." Although the right to use this box this year was theirs, they would still have to pay for the things inside.
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