Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr In the Leiting Mecha Clan area, many people's expressions were already extremely ugly. Who exactly was this youth? How could he be on par with their former deputy regiment commander?
Lin Zhidong could not help but ask Boss Huo beside him, "Boss Huo, can you tell what level that youth is at?" As the main attacker at the moment was Zilong, and Nie Feng-ming was on the defensive, he could not tell what level the opponent's physical skills were at for the moment.
Boss Huo replied calmly, "Not much weaker than Feng-ming, otherwise Feng-ming would not be so passive. However, this is only temporary." No matter how strong an early stage Qi-Jin was, Nie Feng-ming would not have his hands and feet tied. Thus, the youth in the ring was definitely at the middle stage of Qi-Jin, though they did not know which small stage of the middle stage he was at.
Lin Zhidong's expression changed drastically at these words, and he exclaimed, "Middle stage of Qi-Jin? How is that possible? " A few years ago, even if the new cadets were extremely talented and had reached the Qi-Jin stage, they would still only have just stepped into the early stages of Qi-Jin. Zhang Jing-an was one such example. In the history of the military academy, the only time before that was 20 years ago when General Ling Xiao had entered the academy as a middle stage Qi-Jin practitioner, causing a huge commotion that year.
Lin Zhidong's expression was ugly as he looked at the youth who was locked in battle with Nie Feng-ming on the stage. Could this be the aberrant Zhang Jing-an had mentioned?
With great difficulty, Lin Zhidong suppressed the shock in his heart and said hatefully, "I knew it. They would definitely send out their strongest member for the third round. Luckily I arranged for Senior Feng-ming..." If they had sent out their weakest member, they would probably have already lost. Initially, they had wanted to easily finish off their opponent with a 3: 0 score. Although the score was now 1: 1, Lin Zhidong still hoped that Leiting would be ahead of the opponent, suppressing the opponent and not the other way around.
Hearing these words, Boss Huo could not help but look towards the New Cadet Regiment area beside him. Was that youth on the stage right now really their strongest one? Why had that flash of cold air earlier made him feel so fearful? Was it an illusion, or was there a powerful instructor from the academy present? Unable to find an answer, Boss Huo could only set aside the doubts in his heart and continue to watch the fight in the arena.
Meanwhile, on the side of the New Cadet Regiment, only Wu Jiong was left by Ling Lan's side. His fists were clenched tightly as he stared nervously at the stage. Seeing Zilong once again push back his opponent, he could not help but be overjoyed. He turned to ask Ling Lan, "Boss Lan, do you think Zilong has any chance of winning this match?" Zilong had fought so brilliantly, and he had always been so strong — he would not disappoint them.
At this moment, Ling Lan had her arms crossed in front of her chest, watching coldly as the two fighters fought in the arena. This had always been her habit. Copying real-world combat moves and sending them back to the learning space would not only earn her a certain amount of contribution points, but she would also be able to obtain the more intricate ultimate moves derived from these moves for free by the instructors. For Ling Lan, this could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.
Hearing Wu Jiong's question, she immediately replied, "It's just the beginning. It's still too early to think about these things."
Actually, Ling Lan could see very clearly that it was not that Zilong did not have any chance of winning, just that the chances were extremely small. Even though he looked to be on par with his opponent right now, it was extremely exciting. Still, Ling Lan could clearly sense that the situation on the field was gradually tipping in Nie Feng-ming's favour. If Zilong continued fighting like this, his chances of winning would only become lower and lower.
But would Zilong change his fighting style? No! Thus, Ling Lan could almost see the outcome of Zilong's loss...
However, it was not as if there was no chance at all. This would depend on whether Zilong could achieve a breakthrough on his own in the arena. For the weak to win against the strong, the chance was to achieve a breakthrough in the middle of the battle, and Zilong really had this possibility.
Ling Lan could not help but think back to when they were 6 years old, at the Central Scout Academy entrance exam. Zilong's combat moves had still been extremely childish, but he had unexpectedly achieved a breakthrough on his own... perhaps she could look forward to that.
The two sides on the stage were tense and conflicted, and the two fighters on the stage were becoming more and more engrossed in their fight. Zilong's fighting style was to fight, to keep on fighting, without any break in defence. He was the type of person who would become more and more frenzied as he fought, the greater the pressure, and the greater the rebound. According to Ling Lan's description, he was an unkillable cockroach. Thus, even though Nie Feng-ming had the upper hand in the field, in terms of attack, unless one was as strong as Ling Lan and could see through him at a glance, the others were all in a fog. Even though Leiting was extremely confident in Nie Feng-ming, right now, they could not help but feel uneasy.
"What's going on?" Lin Zhidong's face was anxious. "Boss Huo, didn't you say that Senior Feng-ming would control the situation? Why isn't there any sign of that now? "
Boss Huo's brow furrowed, and he replied, "Don't panic, let's wait and see! The opponent's strength is not weak, but I estimate that he is weaker than Feng-ming by a minor level... "
"Boss Huo, you can tell?" Lin Zhidong's face was pleasantly surprised. As long as the opponent was not stronger than Senior Feng-ming, he was not afraid.
"Mm, the opponent's attacks are all the weak points of Feng-ming's moves, making Feng-ming very uncomfortable." Boss Huo's brow was still furrowed. "The opponent seems to understand Feng-ming's combat moves very well... putting Feng-ming at a disadvantage at every turn, but even so, the opponent can't do anything to Feng-ming. Just based on this point alone, we can tell that the opponent's strength is weaker than Feng-ming's, otherwise Feng-ming might be fighting even more uncomfortably."
"Then when will Senior Feng-ming be able to turn the situation around?" Lin Zhidong's combat realm was too low, so he really could not tell what was going on, so he could only ask Boss Huo again.
Boss Huo replied, "Wait a little longer patiently. It should be soon." As soon as he said that, Boss Huo suddenly smiled and said, "No need to wait. Feng-ming is already turning the situation around. He should be able to finish off the opponent very soon."
Only then did Boss Huo see that the situation was tilting in Feng-ming's favour, and the time he took to make his judgement was obviously slower than Ling Lan's. It was clear that in terms of discernment, Boss Huo was no match for Ling Lan.
Still, Boss Huo was equally surprised by the abilities of this batch's newbies. Thinking back, when they had first entered the military academy, there had only been one early stage Qi-Jin combat expert. At that time, the military academy had been overjoyed and focused on nurturing him. Unexpectedly, in this batch, Qi-Jin combat experts were popping up one after another as if they did not cost anything. Was it because Qi-Jin experts had become commonplace, or was their batch just too weak?
"Could it be that the military academy is going to be turned upside down?" For some reason, Boss Huo actually had this thought, but he quickly shook his head and denied it. In the military academy, the measure of strength was not based on physical skills, but on mecha control. Perhaps, in two years' time, they would be able to see whether these talented youths were just as monstrous in terms of mecha control.
The situation on the field was indeed developing as Ling Lan and the others had predicted. Nie Feng-ming had gotten used to Zilong's frenzied fighting style and was slowly turning the situation around. Zilong's initially frenzied attacks were gradually restrained, to the point where it felt like he was being restrained and unable to break free. Everyone believed that it would not be long before Nie Feng-ming would definitely be able to defeat his opponent and take victory in this match.
However, everyone was too optimistic. Another 50 to 60 moves passed on the field, but there was still no sign of Zilong losing. Even if he was not fighting as wildly as he had been at the start, he was still holding on...
10 minutes passed again, and Zilong was still holding on...
20 minutes passed, and Zilong was still holding on...
30 minutes passed, and Zilong was still holding on...
"F * ck, that freshman is really an unkillable cockroach!" Zilong's perseverance finally made some of the older cadets sigh in admiration. How could this freshman be so resilient? He had clearly been struck by Nie Feng-ming's punches and kicks so many times. Many people had thought that Zilong would be injured, and even if he was not injured, his attacking posture would change due to the intense pain, and he would no longer be able to use attack as defence.
Of course, once this happened, Nie Feng-ming would seize the opportunity to attack consecutively and knock the opponent down. Unexpectedly, after taking a few hits, Zilong actually did not feel anything at all. His attacking movements were not affected at all. On the other hand, Nie Feng-ming was greatly surprised by Zilong's painless performance, and did not continue to attack. This allowed Zilong to find another opportunity to forcefully hold on.
"F * ck, does that fellow not have pain receptors?" Seeing Nie Feng-ming's powerful punches land on the opponent's flesh several times, even the spectators below felt their flesh ache, but Zilong's expression remained unchanged, unmoved.
"What a monster!" Even if the opponent's strength was weaker than his own, encountering such an opponent would give everyone a headache. In truth, Nie Feng-ming was indeed having a headache right now. He even suspected that this youth before him was a robot, just draped in a layer of human skin.
"Looks like this match has entered a battle of attrition. Now, it's time to see whose stamina runs out first." Some of the more perceptive people could already see that the outcome of this match would not be decided in the short term.
"Zilong's body is really monstrous. Even if he's hit, it's like he's just scratching an itch. This match is going to drag on. It'd be best if he could wear out the opponent," Wu Jiong said excitedly as he watched the match. Wu Jiong watched the arena with a face full of excitement. Every time he saw Qi Long fight, he would always be filled with excitement. It couldn't be helped, Qi Long's fighting style was just like that. Every punch hit the flesh, no fancy moves. Everything depended on strength.
"The opponent is very calm. Zilong has no advantage at the moment!" Ling Lan replied with a frown. Even though Zilong appeared to be very calm, she could still see that when Zilong had been hit, his face had twitched slightly. It was not that it did not hurt, but that Zilong had forcibly suppressed it.
Fine, this bunch of brats, one more patient than the other — they were all goddamn ninja turtles. She only hoped that Zilong's internal injuries were not too severe, or else he would not be able to hold on for much longer. Ling Lan was worried.
Ling Lan actually did not care whether Zilong won or lost. She only hoped that Zilong would be able to find a chance to break through his current bottleneck in this match.
It should be known that Zilong had been stuck at the middle stage of Qi-Jin for almost a year now. Although she had been looking for Zilong to spar and torture him whenever she had the time, the results were minimal. Perhaps Zilong had already gotten used to her fighting style, for this bottleneck had not loosened at all. This was also why Ling Lan had chosen Zilong to face off against the second strongest. Ling Lan wanted to ensure the final victory, and she also hoped that Zilong would benefit from this match.
"The opponent has pulled away," Wu Jiong suddenly stood up and shouted. The scene in the arena caused Ling Lan to frown.
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