"Staff, send him to the treatment centre quickly!" Tang Yu shouted hurriedly, and two uniformed staff members carried a stretcher onto the stage, quickly transporting Li Yingjie to the treatment centre.
Seeing this, Ling Lan quickly turned to instruct Zilong, "Hurry and inform Xie Yi to accompany him. Let us know if anything happens."
Hearing this, Zilong quickly contacted Xie Yi, asking him to follow Li Yingjie to the treatment centre and report back on Li Yingjie's treatment.
Li Yingjie's unwillingness to admit defeat even if both sides were to suffer greatly touched Zilong, Wu Jiong, and the others, and also made the members of the New Cadet Regiment re-acquainted with that irritatingly arrogant Li Yingjie.
It turned out that the despicable second-generation heir who used his power to bully them from time to time was also willing to fight with all his might for the freedom and future of his companions. At this time, even some of the New Cadet Regiment members who hated Li Yingjie quietly let go of their grudges...
Since you treat me with sincerity, I will also treat you with sincerity. We are comrades who will live and die together, advancing hand in hand, never giving up!
Li Yingjie was quickly sent away, leaving only the somewhat conscious Song Lianlu on the field. Tang Yu announced expressionlessly, "Second match, Leiting Mecha Clan fourth year Song Lianlu wins! The overall score is 1: 1. "
Tang Yu had just announced the results when Song Lianlu could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground and fainting. Tang Yu could only send someone to send Song Lianlu to the treatment centre. It had only been two matches, but all four generals from both sides were sent to the treatment centre — it was clear to see how brutal this match was.
Ling Lan's eyes flashed coldly, and the temperature around them instantly dropped by several degrees, causing Zilong and Wu Jiong to shiver involuntarily. They did not need to ask to know that Boss Lan was currently very angry, otherwise the temperature would not have dropped so drastically. However, they were very happy to see Boss Lan like this. This meant that Boss Lan was about to flip out, and the Leiting people would only end up worse than Luo Lang and Li Yingjie.
The reason Zilong and Wu Jiong were gloating so much was because Leiting had been too ruthless in their attacks. They had no intention of stopping at all. Otherwise, Luo Lang and Li Yingjie would not have been injured so badly, and Ling Lan would not have been so angry.
Following Tang Yu's announcement, Lin Zhidong, who had been waiting all this time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally won this fight. He hadn't expected the opponent to be so strong, fighting so savagely with their contestant … Lin Zhidong felt a faint sense of regret. Perhaps he should have learned more about the opponent's situation before making arrangements. However, Lin Zhidong only wavered for a moment before his eyes became firm again.
The overall situation was one to one, and the two of them were once again standing on the same starting line. In the following three rounds, he only needed to win two more rounds to win this bet. Compared to the opponent who had used up all his trump cards, he still had two of the strongest trump cards in his hands. He could not possibly lose this match.
Lin Zhidong looked at the two seniors who had been watching the match from their seats beside him, and a trace of respect appeared in his eyes. He lowered his posture and asked one of them in a low voice, "Senior Feng-ming, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you to fight in the next round. Help us Leiting achieve greater victory." These two strong fighters were not people he could casually arrange — he had to ask the other for their wishes.
One of them, the one whom Lin Zhidong referred to as' Senior Feng-ming ', laughed heartily at the question and said, "Seeing them fight so brilliantly, my hands are indeed itching. Let me fight in the next round. "
His smile did not falter as he turned to look at the New Cadet Regiment area, his gaze filled with admiration and approval. It looked like he had a very good impression of the New Cadet Regiment. In the end, he did not forget to remind Lin Zhidong, "Zhidong, if Leiting really wins, inform Qiao Ting not to bully them. They must be nurtured well. They will definitely become the future pillars of our Leiting."
Having just entered the military academy and already being able to fight on par with the seniors like them, he believed that these youths would develop even better in the future than they did.
Lin Zhidong nodded with a smile and said, "Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have arranged this bet." In other words, he had taken a liking to the other party, which was why he wanted to take them all in.
Senior Feng-ming nodded and did not say anything else. Meanwhile, the other handsome and well-built youth beside him said calmly, "This year's new cadets are indeed very strong!"
"Boss Huo?" Senior Feng-ming turned to look at his team leader in surprise, unsure of why the other was saying this.
"Two Qi-Jin experts have already appeared. What are the levels of the remaining three?" The handsome youth quirked a brow and asked with a half-smile.
Senior Feng-ming fell into deep thought at these words, and Lin Zhidong was also enlightened. With a face full of shock, he said, "Boss Huo, you mean … no, they can't all be Qi-Jin experts!" Lin Zhidong shook his head in denial and said, "That's absolutely impossible. How can there be so many Qi-Jin experts among the new cadets? Two or three of them would already be a miracle … they must be using Tianji's Horse Racing. The next one must be their strongest one."
Hearing this, the handsome youth only swept an indifferent glance over the currently panicking Lin Zhidong, shaking his head internally. Although Lin Zhidong's performance in all aspects was not bad, he was not a military strategist after all, so he was still unsteady at critical moments … however, this was already Qiao Ting's problem. Since he had let go, he had to believe that Qiao Ting could hold up the entire Leiting.
On the other side, Lin Zhidong had just sent out the name list when Little Four reported to Ling Lan, "Boss, the other side has sent out Nie Feng-ming!"
"The second strongest?" At present, Ling Lan could only send out Zilong and Wu Jiong. Compared to the ostensible regiment commander Wu Jiong, it was not suitable for him to lose. Ling Lan's gaze landed decisively on Zilong. Although Zilong's physical skills level was two levels higher than Zilong's, he was still no match for the other. However, Ling Lan believed that Zilong would definitely gain something from this battle …
"Zilong, prepare for battle!" instructed Ling Lan.
Following this command, Wu Jiong's expression quickly fell, while Zilong shouted excitedly, "Got it, Boss!"
The fighting spirit of the two had been aroused by the previous two matches, and both wanted to fight in the third match. Unfortunately, Ling Lan had chosen Zilong in the end, so one was dejected, the other pleased — two faces with completely different expressions appeared before Ling Lan.
Faced with the endless grievance signals Wu Jiong was sending over, Ling Lan rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "Wu Jiong, there will be a chance for you to fight. Don't be in such a hurry."
Ling Lan's words made Wu Jiong's eyes light up. Instantly, his grievance disappeared, and he threw a smug look at Zilong — hells, I'll let you be smug for a while. The next match will be my turn.
At this time, Wu Jiong had no idea that Zilong was actually just a pitiful cannon fodder that Ling Lan had arranged to send him to his death. If they wanted to obtain the final victory, they would still have to rely on him and Ling Lan.
Tang Yu received the name lists sent over by both sides, and when the time was up, he announced, "Leiting Mecha Clan vs New Cadet Regiment. Third match, 5th year Nie Feng-ming vs 1st year Zilong."
This announcement caused a commotion below, especially those seniors — their faces were filled with surprise. They had not expected that for this match, Leiting would actually dig up their former deputy regiment commander. If he appeared, would Leiting's former regiment commander also appear? That person was the number one in the military academy in physical skills combat!
As the two of them stepped onto the stage, and after receiving the reply that both were ready, Colonel Tang Yu calmly announced, "Match, begin!"
Following this announcement, Nie Feng-ming made the same choice as Song Lianlu. He was prepared to see his opponent's strength before making a decision, so he did not attack. Instead, he immediately took up a defensive stance, his eyes carefully observing his opponent's posture and movements.
Nie Feng-ming thought that his opponent would do the same, but Zilong surprised him. After leaping back and forth a few times, Zilong suddenly increased his speed and charged forward. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Nie Feng-ming, raising a fist to strike at his opponent's face.
Zilong's combat style was not like the Huaxia Federation's, which adhered to both attack and defence. His combat style was closer to the style of the Federation's neighbour, the Kaiser Empire, which pursued full attack, using attack as defence. Defence could be said to be virtually non-existent in Zilong's world.
Although Ling Lan had always wanted to teach Zilong how to defend, after so many brutal beatings, Zilong had instead walked down a different path of physical training. Since he could not defend, he might as well not defend at all, focusing on increasing his body's resistance to attacks. In Ling Lan's learning space, this type of training method was called physical training, and was the most difficult path to walk. However, once mastered, according to Ling Lan's words, one would have an indestructible body, able to withstand up to ten thousand jin of force.
Therefore, Nie Feng-ming was destined not to get a chance to observe his opponent, and was instead greeted with a flurry of attacks.
Nie Feng-ming dodged left and right, finally dodging this sudden flurry of attacks from Zilong. He almost broke out in a cold sweat from the fright. Luckily, he had plenty of combat experience. If it had been someone slightly weaker, they would definitely have been beaten senseless by the opponent, and before they could even display their true strength, they would have been inexplicably defeated by this flurry of punches.
Nie Feng-ming gradually got used to Zilong's unreasonable and barbaric attacking methods. Initially dodging left and right, he began to counterattack. The two of them went back and forth, exchanging punches and kicks. The fight was extremely intense, and for a moment, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.
Seeing this, Tang Yu's brows arched slightly, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face. At the start, Zilong's completely undisciplined attacks had made him think that this youth was the weakest combat member of their New Cadet Regiment, perhaps even just there to make up the numbers. Now, it looked like he had misjudged.
His seemingly impulsive actions were in fact extremely methodical. Every move was aimed at the opponent's most unbearable spot. What was even more shocking was that the trajectory of his every attack was extremely well guarded against all the fatal weak spots of his body. If the opponent wanted to hit these spots, they would have to choose to meet it head-on, or else they would have to return empty-handed.
Major Tang Yu was secretly amazed. Who would have thought that this year's newbies would produce so many extremely talented youths, especially this youth. Compared to his two teammates from the previous two matches, he had gone even further in the field of physical combat. It could even be said that while others were still at the stage of learning to imitate, he had already begun to explore a combat style of his own.
Tang Yu's gaze involuntarily drifted to the area below the stage. There were still two other youths there — would they be equally outstanding?
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