Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Zilong felt the change in aura from Ling Lan's body, and could not help but worry for Luo Lang. Could it be that Boss was really angry at Luo Lang's disobedience?
At this moment, Ling Lan asked Zilong in a low voice, "Do you know what personality he has activated?"
Ling Lan hoped that Luo Lang had not activated some cruel, bloodthirsty, and uncontrollable personality, otherwise she would definitely have to admit defeat to protect Luo Lang. The military academy would never allow an uncontrollable student who could not differentiate friend from foe to study in the academy, much less enter the military.
Zilong looked at Luo Lang seriously, and then shook his head in confusion, saying, "Strange. This personality has never appeared before. I can't sense any strong malice, but my innate talent is warning me to be careful."
Ling Lan frowned at these words. She studied Luo Lang's current expression carefully, and could not see any bloodlust, nor any sort of extreme ruthlessness. Right now, Luo Lang only had an endless coldness, but this coldness was not directed at everyone, only at his opponent.
Ling Lan weighed the pros and cons in her mind, and then said, "Let's continue watching."
Ling Lan also wanted to know what this personality Luo Lang had activated was. As long as Luo Lang did not lose control, Ling Lan did not want to stop the match. This was because she knew that since Luo Lang had activated his innate talent so recklessly, he definitely did not want to lose to an opponent who had humiliated him. As their boss, Ling Lan also wanted to help Luo Lang achieve his wish.
Sitting to one side, Wu Jiong and Li Yingjie were unaware of the conflict between Zilong and Ling Lan. Right then, their attention was on the field, and they were even standing up excitedly. Thus, at this moment, Luo Lang was in complete control of the field.
Luo Lang was seen grabbing Qi Ya's ankle with one hand. The spectators knew that the strength of that kick was terrifying — taking it on with one hand would definitely be at a disadvantage. However, Luo Lang had managed to grab it easily, not retreating a single step because of the opponent's strength, appearing to be at ease.
Luo Lang slowly raised his head, and his face, which had been flushed with anger, had returned to its usual whiteness, becoming incomparably cold. His eyes were currently pitch black, like the Dead Sea, so deep that Qi Ya, who was close by, felt a chill run down his spine.
"I told you to shut up." Luo Lang said calmly, "Unfortunately, you just won't listen..." As he spoke, Luo Lang raised his right hand and slashed at the calf he was grabbing. Just by looking at the force and strength, as long as it hit, the calf would definitely break.
Seeing this, Qi Ya's eyes narrowed. Alarm bells were ringing in his heart. His right leg struggled fiercely, trying to regain its freedom. However, Luo Lang's left hand was like an iron clamp, causing him to be unable to break free for a moment.
Of course, Qi Ya would not resign himself to death. He abruptly sprang up from the ground, and with a somersault in mid-air, his left leg, which had been supporting him, kicked viciously at the side of Luo Lang's neck with the force of the somersault.
In order to protect his right leg, Qi Ya's ferocious nature was now on full display. He no longer held back in combat, beginning to attack Luo Lang's vital points.
Everyone cried out in surprise when they saw this, sucking in a breath of cold air. Quite a few freshmen even stood up in fear, worried for Luo Lang on the stage. If this kick landed, Luo Lang's fragile neck would definitely be broken instantly, and he would die instantly without any chance of rescue. In the military academy's arena battles, these fatal points were forbidden from being attacked. There was no doubt that Qi Ya had broken the rules.
Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Tang Yu's eyes. He was just about to make a move when he saw Luo Lang calmly change the attack trajectory of his right hand to meet the other's kick. His body paused, but he was still prepared to make a move. However, at this time, Colonel Tang Yu had already marked Qi Ya out harshly in his heart. He would never let someone like this, who was so vicious towards his own comrade, have the chance to go to those elite ace troops...
With a "bang", the palm struck the ankle. Qi Ya felt a crack at his ankle, and then a sharp pain shot up to his heart. He could not help but cry out, "Ah!"
The collision of the two forces naturally produced a huge rebound force. Qi Ya was flung out viciously, and due to the intense pain, he actually could not make himself land steadily. His entire body was flung out, smashing heavily onto the stage and sliding out, leaving a shallow scratch on the stage.
Meanwhile, Luo Lang took several steps back before regaining his footing. However, his left hand hung by his side, and from the way it swayed back and forth, it was clear that Luo Lang's left hand had most likely been fractured by the huge rebound force when he had taken the other's kick head-on.
Seeing Qi Ya clutching his ankle on the ground, grimacing in pain, and then comparing him to the similarly fractured Luo Lang standing on one side with a cold expression, the difference in strength was obvious. The new cadets naturally supported Luo Lang unconditionally. Even some of the older cadets could not help but frown at this moment, despising Qi Ya for embarrassing the older cadets. They secretly admired Luo Lang in their hearts, thinking that this delicate-looking youth was actually a tough one.
Colonel Tang Yu walked up to Qi Ya's side expressionlessly and asked, "Student Qi Ya, can you still fight? If not, I will announce the winner of this match. "
Both of them were injured, but Colonel Tang Yu had not thought of asking Luo Lang about it. This was because he believed that as long as Luo Lang was still breathing, he would definitely fight on. This was how a qualified soldier should behave. Compared to Luo Lang, this fifth year Qi Ya was too cowardly.
Qi Ya felt as if there was a drill bit drilling into his right ankle — this pain was truly unbearable. Needless to say, Qi Ya knew that he must have been hit by the other's trick, and so his hatred for Luo Lang grew even greater. Right then, hearing the referee Tang Yu's question, how could he possibly admit defeat? Enduring the pain, he replied, "I can fight!"
That said, Qi Ya slowly crawled up from the ground. This scene was met with applause from the spectating students. Even though Qi Ya's earlier performance had been terrible, at this moment, he was undoubtedly a qualified cadet, gaining the recognition of a portion of the students.
Seeing this, Zilong could not help but chuckle softly. He whispered to Ling Lan, "Boss, looks like that punk Luo Lang has secretly gone all out." He rubbed his chin and guessed, "Which move did he use? The third form of One-Inch Punch? "
Ling Lan replied immediately, "No, it was the fourth form of One-Inch Punch."
"Ah, since when was there such a move?" Zilong was stunned. How could he not know about it?
"One-Inch Punch is the ultimate art of the Luo family. Of course there needs to be a trump card," replied Ling Lan.
One-Inch Punch had already been developed up to nine forms by the instructors of the learning space. Ling Lan's team had already mastered the three forms of One-Inch Punch, including the previous moves. However, Ling Lan believed that the series of One-Inch Punch originated from Luo Lang's family ultimate art, One-Inch Punch, and so had specially taught Luo Lang the fourth form of One-Inch Punch, proving that One-Inch Punch was still the ultimate art of the Luo family, forever having one more trump card than others.
Zilong agreed wholeheartedly, and did not harp on this point any further. This was also one of Zilong's strengths — he knew when to stop, and would not force things that did not belong to him.
On the stage, Qi Ya, who had stood up once more, glared hatefully at Luo Lang. He knew that his performance had embarrassed him in front of everyone, but the one who had caused all this was this detestable youth before him. Qi Ya's heart was in a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to kill Luo Lang to vent the hatred in his heart.
Luo Lang's gaze met Qi Ya's, and that emotionless gaze sent a chill through Qi Ya's entire body. His mind, which had initially been consumed by rage, suddenly cleared, because he felt a sense of danger. In fact, he could even sense a very faint trace of killing intent from the other's body. Could it be that the other also wanted to kill him?
How could that be? Qi Ya shook his head violently, tossing this thought aside. He had not done anything, so how could the other possibly want to kill him? Right then, Qi Ya had already forgotten what he had just said. He did not know that some people and some things could not be tainted.
Seeing the two of them face off once more, Tang Yu spoke up once more, "Continue the match!"
He had barely finished speaking when Luo Lang's figure moved. His entire person pounced like a ferocious tiger, pouncing to Qi Ya's side. Since the other was unable to move, when should he attack if not now?
Just as Luo Lang had predicted, Qi Ya, who had lost a leg, could not dodge at all. He could only take Luo Lang's attack head-on. Of course, Qi Ya was not afraid, even secretly delighted. He had originally wanted to fight Luo Lang head-on. In terms of inner force, he was undoubtedly more proficient than Luo Lang, so he was confident that he could injure Luo Lang and obtain victory.
But, was it really as he had expected?
When the two of them took the first move head-on, Qi Ya's expression changed drastically. This was because he found that the strength of the other's attack was no weaker than his own. His initial hope of using inner force to injure the other could not be realised at all.
The second move, the third move, the fourth move... Slowly, Qi Ya found that each time his arms took the other's attack head-on, that area would feel pain. It was extremely similar to the pain he felt at the broken bone in his leg, just not as intense. The pain was not intense for the first or second move, but after the third or fourth move, the pain began to intensify. After seven or eight moves, he actually could not raise his arms...
With a 'bang', Luo Lang saw this opportunity and struck Qi Ya's cheek viciously with his right hand. Qi Ya's entire person was sent flying. Luo Lang had held back for this attack, not using the One-Inch Punch move. But even so, Qi Ya was knocked unconscious by Luo Lang's original strength, falling to the ground and never getting up again.
Colonel Tang Yu quickly went up to check on Qi Ya's condition. Finding that there was no life-threatening danger and that he was indeed unable to continue fighting, he signalled for the staff in the combat hall to send Qi Ya to the treatment centre. With the current technology, as long as it was not a fatal injury and there was still a breath left in one's body, they could basically be saved.
Seeing Qi Ya being carried off the stage, Tang Yu smiled and announced loudly, "The first match, New Cadet Regiment's first year Luo Lang wins!"
At this moment, the faces of the Leiting people were dark. Who would have thought that Qi Ya, whom they had placed such high hopes on, would actually be overthrown by a weak first year youth? Even more frighteningly, the one he had defeated was their third strongest. Quite a number of Leiting people were beginning to doubt — could they really win this match? For the first time, they had such doubts.
Lin Zhidong gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter. The other side has probably also sent out some super strong fighters. As long as we win every match, losing one match won't matter."
A man beside him said calmly, "The key is the arrangement of the fighters. If the other side unluckily uses their strongest against our weakest..."
This was not like the open matches of private fights, where the fights were fought according to the order of strength. The hidden matches not only tested the strength of the fighters, but also tested the psychological tactics and strategy of both sides, or rather, luck. This was the model adopted by the official fighting competitions, hoping to see multiple possibilities. Compared to the open matches, the hidden matches were undoubtedly much fairer. If the strategy was right, and the luck was off the charts, the weaker side would not have no hope of victory.
The other's words made Lin Zhidong fall silent. His gaze flickered, but he very quickly calmed down. He did not believe that his luck would be so bad that the other side would be able to grasp those two opportunities.
Luo Lang slowly walked down the stage. What welcomed him was the respect in the eyes of the New Cadet Regiment members, because there were quite a number of them who were not from the Central Academy who had indeed had some doubts about Luo Lang becoming one of the top five representatives of the New Cadet Regiment. However, in this match, Luo Lang had used his strength to prove that he was worthy of being one of the top five representatives of the New Cadet Regiment. No one in the New Cadet Regiment would ever again doubt that he was not qualified.
In the box, the man who had already been very interested in Luo Lang saw Luo Lang's spectacular performance and licked his lips excitedly. He chuckled softly and said, "What a tsundere little fellow. If we were to break his proud bones bit by bit, wouldn't his expression be very interesting? Mmm, hahahaha... "Chilling laughter rang out throughout the box, making everyone's hair stand on end.
Luo Lang slowly walked to stand before Ling Lan, and stared coldly at Ling Lan. Faced with this strange situation, Wu Jiong and Li Yingjie, who had originally wanted to go up to congratulate Luo Lang, stopped in their tracks. They stared at the two people before them in surprise.
Ling Lan sat motionless, also staring coldly at Luo Lang. The cold air around her had thickened considerably.
Luo Lang opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Ling Lan scolded coldly, "What are you waiting for? Go back." A cold glint flashed in Ling Lan's eyes as she glared at Luo Lang. Luo Lang seemed to have received a heavy blow. His body swayed violently, and then he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
Zilong reacted quickly. He caught Luo Lang and held him in his arms. He immediately checked Luo Lang's arms, and his expression changed as he shouted, "Boss, Luo Lang's bones in both arms are fractured in many places."
"I know. Let the staff arrange for Luo Lang to go to the treatment centre. Lin Zhong-qing will accompany him," Ling Lan quickly arranged.
This brat had used the immature fourth style of One-Inch Punch many times to forcefully raise the level of his internal energy. Unable to fully control it, of course his own arms had been broken by the backlash of the One-Inch Punch that did not belong to him. However, that personality's endurance was really very strong, and he was also very ruthless to himself. He had actually managed to endure the pain of his broken arms, all the way until he defeated Qi Ya in the end...
On the spot, Tang Yu knew that Luo Lang had endured the pain of his broken arms to return to his teammates victoriously before allowing himself to faint. He was even more pleased with this resilient youth. He had already decided that even if Luo Lang's body did not pass in the end, he would use his privilege to take the other as his disciple.
When Luo Lang was sent to the treatment centre, Ling Lan saw the shock in Wu Jiong's and Li Yingjie's eyes, and opened her mouth to explain, "Just now, the other had insulted Luo Lang, saying that he could be elected because he was my man."
The two of them were taken aback, not understanding the meaning behind her words for a moment. Zilong, on the other hand, knew, because Ling Lan had just mentioned the reason why Luo Lang had activated his innate talent in such a rage. Thus, he tugged at the two of them and quietly explained to them.
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