Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Luo Lang had the upper hand earlier, but the difference in strength meant that Luo Lang's attack had been completely ineffective. On the contrary, although the opponent looked like he had suffered a small loss, he had broken Luo Lang's momentum, allowing the two of them to once again return to their initial state of equality.
Ling Lan could see that Luo Lang, who was in the midst of battle, also understood that his momentum had been completely nullified after that attack. Thus, he did not choose to continue attacking, instead choosing a cautious defensive stance. The two of them once again faced off across the air.
Standing to one side, Tang Yu saw Luo Lang's actions and could not help but nod silently. This first-year student had not become blindly confident just because he had the advantage at the start. He was well aware of the change in the situation — seeing his advantage disappear, he had quickly adopted a defensive stance. This was enough to show his calmness and rationality — he was definitely a good seedling to become a mecha warrior.
The more Tang Yu looked at Luo Lang, the more he liked him. Right now, the only thing stopping Luo Lang from becoming an excellent mecha warrior was his thin and weak body. Tang Yu could not help but wonder if he should go to his old friends in the medical specialization to get some of their newly developed S-modified gene agents. He heard that the effects were even better than special-class gene agents...
As the referee, Tang Yu's thoughts flashed. Meanwhile, standing opposite Luo Lang, although Qi Ya looked as defenseless as he had at the start, he was already mentally prepared to attack. If Luo Lang had chosen to fight again on impulse, it was very likely that Qi Ya would have seized the opportunity to injure him in one move. Unfortunately, Luo Lang was very cautious, not acting as Qi Ya had expected. This made Qi Ya involuntarily curse internally, hating the fact that this freshman was just too cautious.
Luo Lang's demeanor and actions made Qi Ya understand that it was impossible to wait for Luo Lang to attack first. There were only two paths before Qi Ya. One was to compete with Luo Lang in terms of patience — see who could not wait to attack first. The second path was for Qi Ya to attack first.
Of these two paths, Qi Ya chose the second path almost without thinking. He did not want to continue this stalemate with Luo Lang, thinking that this would be an insult to him. He believed that only a clean KO of the opponent would match his strength, and only then would he be able to strike with the momentum of a thunderbolt.
Of course, the reason he chose to attack first was also because that head-on clash earlier had allowed him to understand the true level of Luo Lang's physical skills. Compared to his own, Luo Lang's physical skills were clearly much weaker — Luo Lang had probably just entered the early stages of Qi-Jin. Since he was three minor levels higher than his opponent, defeating him was a walk in the park. The Qi-Jin stage was not like the previous few stages where the difference between each small stage was not very large, so there was indeed a possibility of being counterattacked. At the Qi-Jin stage, a small stage difference was enough to crush the opponent.
Confident, Qi Ya leapt forward. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Luo Lang, and a powerful right fist flew straight at Luo Lang.
When Luo Lang saw Qi Ya's attack coming, and heard the wind generated by the fist, he knew that it was not something he could take head-on. At this time, his initially thin and slender figure displayed a combat style completely different from that of his muscular build. Luo Lang moved nimbly a step, twisted his waist slightly, and the fist passed by his left side...
This control of distance was absolutely exquisite, almost accurately calculating the explosive range of the opponent's fist, and dodging it by the skin of his teeth. Of course, the only thing he could not control was that when he dodged, a few strands of his hair did not manage to avoid the range of the fist in time, and were actually cut off by the opponent's fist. Reluctantly bidding farewell to their owners, the strands of hair began to dance in the air.
With a loud "bang", Qi Ya's fist was heavy and powerful, unable to be retracted, and struck the floor of the arena with a loud explosion.
The floor of the arena was actually split open by this tremendous force, spreading to the edges of the arena. And at the point where the fist had landed, a shallow pit about 30 centimetres deep had appeared.
Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent had not changed his move in time, Luo Lang stamped his foot and flashed to the other side, once again pulling away from Qi Ya. However, his expression was even more serious than before. Because he had felt the strength of the opponent's fist at close range, he knew that if he was not careful and was hit, his body would definitely not be able to take it, and he would immediately be heavily injured and forced to retreat. This was the level of Qi-Jin. Although the difference in levels was not that great, the strength and thickness of Qi-Jin were worlds apart.
The destruction of the arena caused the spectating newbies to gasp in shock. Was the match going to end here? One blow had already damaged the arena to such an extent — how many more blows could the arena hold out?
The seniors saw the newbies so agitated, and could not help but sweep a disdainful glance at them. At this moment, they had forgotten that they had also been shocked by a similar scene back then.
Not only were the spectating newbies stunned, even Zilong and the others were similarly stunned by this scene. They had not expected the arena of the military academy's combat hall to be so fragile, actually unable to withstand a blow from someone at the peak of beginner level Qi-Jin. Li Yingjie was still not very impressed, but Wu Jiong and Zilong were grumbling to themselves, wondering if they should restrain their Qi-Jin when they were fighting in the arena, so as to avoid directly destroying the arena.
Ling Lan saw the bewildered expressions of her companions and sighed inwardly. She opened her mouth to explain, "This is a high-tech simulation technique. It can directly manifest the strength of the fighters on the arena, and the arena will return to normal after 30 seconds."
She had just finished speaking when the cracked floor of the arena slowly closed up, finally returning to its original state. This scene once again made the newbies gasp in amazement. They had not expected the military academy to actually combine simulation techniques with the arena, using this method to fully manifest the strength and power of the fighters, allowing the spectators to experience the battle as if they were in the arena.
Zilong, Wu Jiong, and the others saw this scene and turned to look at Ling Lan with admiration. They thought to themselves, Boss is indeed Boss. He's so knowledgeable — nothing can escape his eyes.
Ling Lan accepted the admiring gazes of her companions calmly, but she was secretly sweating profusely. Luckily, Little Four had reminded her in time, otherwise she would also have been one of those fooled! Of course, Ling Lan was also thankful that she had an icy face, immovable as a mountain. She had not exposed the truth, thus maintaining her high and mighty image in the eyes of her companions...
While Ling Lan was communicating with her companions, the battle on the arena did not stop. Qi Ya was unwilling to give up and attacked Luo Lang once more, but Luo Lang dodged all of his attacks. Luo Lang was now resolutely obeying Boss Ling Lan's instructions, not meeting force with force with force. He kept dodging and dodging, and just like that, they fought several rounds. On the field, one was erratic, the other powerful, heavy, one light, one heavy, flying up and down, making the crowd gape. The one-sided battle they had thought would happen did not happen at all. Based on Luo Lang's fighting style, he would definitely be able to last for a long time before he ran out of energy.
There was also some commotion on Leiting's side. Several of the combat representatives showed dissatisfaction on their faces, thinking that Qi Ya's performance was too weak, embarrassing them as seniors.
Qi Ya was naturally aware of the commotion below the arena. He was angry and hateful, but he could do nothing against Luo Lang who was obviously faster than him. The skinny and weak Luo Lang was obviously more agile than the average person. If he wanted to catch the other, he would either have to exhaust all his strength, or make him lose his cool...
Seeing the other's steady breathing, he knew that Luo Lang's current stamina was definitely abundant. Qi Ya even suspected that if he ran out of stamina, this detestable little flea would still be jumping around. Plus, Qi Ya had not wanted to wait any longer anyway — he only wanted to defeat his opponent as soon as possible to defend his honour. Then he could only make the other lose his cool...
A malicious smile appeared on Qi Ya's lips. As he brushed past Luo Lang once more, he taunted, "You piece of trash who only knows how to dodge. To be able to become a contestant in this fight, did you use your body in exchange for it?"
Luo Lang's pretty face flushed red. He dodged once more, suppressing the rage in his heart. He knew that the other was saying this to anger him, to make him lose his cool. He absolutely could not fall for it...
Qi Ya followed up once more, his fists attacking relentlessly. Luo Lang dodged left and right, almost being brushed by the other's fists several times. But even so, Luo Lang's uniform was torn in several places, revealing his fair, delicate skin.
"As expected, you have good qualities. No wonder your regiment commander was smitten by you, promoting you regardless of everything else." Qi Ya used an obscure gaze to scan the exposed skin.
"Shut up!" Luo Lang shouted. He could tolerate humiliation towards himself, but he absolutely would not allow anyone to insult his Boss Lan!
"Shut up? Why should I shut up? Since he can do it, then he shouldn't be afraid of others talking about it! " From Luo Lang's reaction, Qi Ya knew what Luo Lang's weakness was. He laughed even harder, "I want to tell everyone that your regiment commander is a gay, a broken-back..."
Luo Lang's face flushed red, his eyes beginning to turn blood-red. As he dodged, his body began to tremble uncontrollably...
"Haha, I was right, wasn't I...?" Qi Ya added viciously, and then his right leg, which he had long since readied, kicked out violently...
Everyone thought that Luo Lang would dodge, but right at that moment, Luo Lang suddenly stopped moving, his head hanging low. Just as Qi Ya's vicious side kick was about to land on Luo Lang's body, Luo Lang's left hand reached out to grab Qi Ya's right ankle.
Watching the fight, Zilong stood up abruptly, his expression changing drastically as he said, "Not good!"
This sudden movement caused Wu Jiong and Li Yingjie to look over in surprise, but the gasps of surprise from the audience once again drew their gazes back to the arena. They thought that Zilong had stood up to exclaim at the critical moment because he was concerned for his companion. Only Ling Lan knew the reason. She pulled Zilong down and warned him in a low voice, "Be quiet!"
Zilong reacted and hurriedly sat down, but his expression was still ugly. He leaned over to Ling Lan's ear and whispered, "Boss, Luo Lang has activated his innate talent." He had not expected Luo Lang to actually activate his innate talent in the arena without a care for anything else. What in the world had the other said to anger him?
Although Qi Ya had spoken very softly and the audience below could not hear what he had said, from the other's mouth moving non-stop, and Luo Lang's expression becoming more and more unnatural, he must have said something to provoke Luo Lang. Otherwise, Luo Lang would not have disobeyed Ling Lan's orders and activated his innate talent on his own.
Ling Lan replied calmly, "I know!"
Following this sentence, the aura around Ling Lan became unbelievably cold, even tinged with a hint of killing intent. Fortunately, Ling Lan's aura disappeared in the blink of an eye. Other than the few people closest to her who sensed it, no one else noticed. On the arena, only Tang Yu glanced in this direction in surprise, but he quickly turned back to the arena in confusion.
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