Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Nie Feng-ming, who had been fighting Zilong in close combat all this time, suddenly retreated, distancing himself from Zilong. Zilong was not a fighter known for his speed to begin with. The opponent's unexpected move caused him to be unable to keep up, and he actually managed to pull some distance away.
Ling Lan's eyes flashed coldly. She knew very well that Nie Feng-ming was about to use his ultimate move!
Sure enough, Nie Feng-ming's entire body suddenly bent, and then he leapt into the air. In mid-air, his body seemed to have a current of air flowing from the soles of his feet to his right arm.
"Rip!" Nie Feng-ming's right arm swelled abruptly, the bulging muscles tearing through his uniform, the sleeves tearing apart.
"Pneumatic Punch!" shouted Nie Feng-ming. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he smashed it viciously towards Zilong.
"Just in time!" Zilong's eyes burned with fighting spirit. Even though he knew he was no match for Zilong, who would not back down, he still swung out his right fist decisively. "Watch my One-Inch Punch!" Only the third stage of One-Inch Punch could possibly help him withstand this move.
Seeing this, even someone as calm as Ling Lan could not sit still. She stood up abruptly, her expression cold as she waited for the final outcome.
"Boom!" A loud sound rang out as the two fists collided in mid-air. Endless power surged out from the other's fists, shooting out from where the fists met. This surge of power shook the entire arena, causing it to creak and groan as it began to shake.
Beneath their feet, the ground suddenly burst open. Of course, this was only a virtual 3D image, but it was as if the arena beneath their feet really could not hold up in the next second, collapsing completely.
The cracks rapidly expanded outwards. Nie Feng-ming's speed and range of expansion were slightly slower, while Zilong's was even faster. Just this point alone proved that Zilong was still slightly inferior to the other in terms of internal force, even though he had borrowed the power of the third stage of One-Inch Punch. Otherwise, the recoil beneath his feet would not have been so strong.
The two fists clashed for several seconds, and in the end, both of them were unable to withstand the two opposing forces and were sent flying backwards at the same time.
Nie Feng-ming performed a somersault in the air, negating the recoil, and stood steadily in a corner of the arena. Even so, he still felt his blood and and a sweet taste of blood threatening to surge out of his mouth. He gritted his teeth, and forced himself to hold out this mouthful of blood. As the Second Strongest Martial Arts Scroll's Arena, he would not allow himself to be injured in the arena. This was his dignity. as his dignity.. was..........
Meanwhile, Qi Long was in an even worse state. He was completely unable to deflect the force as easily as Nie Feng-ming. He was sent flying, and in mid-air, he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zilong's body had already been injured by his opponent earlier, and he had only been suppressing it with his sturdy body. But now, under the pressure of the opponent's powerful Qi-Jin, he could no longer suppress his injuries. Not only that, this forceful resistance had worsened his injuries, which was why he had spat out blood as soon as he had been sent flying.
Qi Long was not as prideful as Nie Feng-ming. Since he could not do it, he might as well not force himself to do it. He allowed his body to fall heavily onto the stage, leaving another dent in the already smashed and broken stage.
Zilong pressed his hand to his chest as he fell to the ground. By this time, Colonel Tang Yu had already come to his side. Crouching down, he asked, "Zilong, can you still fight?" He did not ask if he admitted defeat, but asked if he could fight. This was the image of Zilong in Colonel Tang Yu's heart — he was definitely not a youth who would admit defeat willingly.
Zilong grinned and said loudly, "Fight, why wouldn't I fight? As long as I can still move, I will fight to the end. "
Even though Zilong did not have much of an image to speak of at this moment, with blood at the corners of his mouth, it could be said to be a little frightening. However, his smile and his resolute words moved Colonel Tang Yu. Zilong's honest face carried a resolute and somewhat silly smile, but it was purer than that of those shrewd people. He was a person who threw himself wholeheartedly into combat. This kind of person would often climb higher and go further than those clever geniuses.
Colonel Tang Yu felt his originally cold and hard heart begin to burn. He shouted, "Good! Then let's continue fighting! "
Tang Yu stood up abruptly and took two steps back to stand in the middle. This meant that the match had to be stopped, and the resumption of the battle would have to wait for his announcement.
Zilong's lowered eyes flashed with a hint of gratitude. He looked very mellow, like a good old man, but Han Jijun had always said that he was very two-faced, that he understood everything he should understand. In reality, this was indeed the case. Right now, Colonel Tang Yu was doing this because he understood that he was helping him.
Stopping the match was extremely beneficial to Zilong. It gave him a chance to breathe, and his injuries could be treated urgently. His originally chaotic Qi-Jin could also be straightened out, allowing him to recover his combat ability.
Zilong did not sit down to rest, but instead slowly climbed to his feet. He could not let Colonel Tang Yu's good intentions be discovered by others. Colonel Tang Yu saw Zilong's extremely slow movements, and a trace of approval flashed through his eyes. To be able to use the time to adjust his breathing so subtly, this silly boy was not stupid. However, this was even better, because in this world, there were too many schemes and plots. Even someone as powerful as the god-class operator General Ling Xiao would still be unable to avoid being plotted against by others. There was no harm in being a little more flexible.
Although Zilong had obtained a chance to breathe, this time was not very long. In just the span of a few breaths, Zilong had regained his footing.
"Can we begin?" Tang Yu asked Zilong once more. Seeing Zilong nod, he turned to ask Nie Feng-ming. Seeing Nie Feng-ming nod as well, Tang Yu waved his hand and shouted, "Continue the match!"
When Colonel Tang Yu had stopped the match, Lin Zhidong could not help but frown and say, "Boss Huo, it looks like Colonel Tang Yu is intentionally stalling for time." Even though Colonel Tang Yu was the instructor of Leiting's regiment commander Qiao Ting, in this match, Colonel Tang Yu was clearly biased towards the New Cadet Regiment.
"Yes, Colonel Tang Yu has a good impression of this batch of new cadets. Looks like next year's six slots have mostly been confirmed," Boss Huo sighed. He had initially hoped that Leiting's new cadets would be able to obtain one or two slots, but now it looked like the chances were slim.
Lin Zhidong was stunned. "You mean, these new cadets?"
"What do you think? Those who can represent the New Cadet Regiment in battle are definitely their strongest, and these people will undoubtedly be the future students of the mecha class. Just the three new cadets on stage are enough to satisfy Colonel Tang Yu. I only hope that the next two are really as you say, the weakest in the New Cadet Regiment. Then, our Leiting new cadets still have some hope of becoming Colonel Tang Yu's students. "
Lin Zhidong saw Boss Huo's displeasure and said, "Boss Huo, as long as we win this match, we will be able to take in the entire New Cadet Regiment. Then, Colonel Tang Yu will still be our Leiting's mecha instructor."
"You're right, but outsiders will not wholeheartedly contribute to Leiting. It's still better for Leiting's own people to obtain a slot that makes me feel more at ease," said Boss Huo earnestly.
Outsiders could be used, and they could be put to good use, but they absolutely could not place the future of the entire Leiting in their hands. If the other side harbored resentment and decided to work together, then Leiting would truly be in trouble.
Lin Zhidong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly nodded and said, "Boss Huo's reminder is right. I will take note. There's still one year's time. No matter what, I must think of a way to get Colonel Tang Yu to take in one of Leiting's best prodigies."
Only then did Boss Huo say in satisfaction, "That's good!"
Lin Zhidong fell silent. He began to wonder if his original thinking had been too simple. Was it as Boss Huo had said — could outsiders really become the future pillars of Leiting?
On the stage, at Colonel Tang Yu's signal to begin, Nie Feng-ming leapt forward. The opponent looked like an arrow at the end of its flight — if he did not fight now, should he really wait for the opponent to recover before fighting? Nie Feng-ming would not miss this opportunity.
One punch, two punches, three punches — every punch landed on flesh. Even though Zilong had gained a bit of time, it was still not enough for the chaotic Qi-Jin in his body to return to normal. Thus, when Nie Feng-ming attacked, even though Zilong wanted to throw out a punch to block, he found that he actually did not have the strength to throw a punch. He could only watch helplessly as he was hit.
Following these few punches, large amounts of blood once again flowed out of Zilong's mouth. Without question, his internal injuries were worsening. Zilong did not know how much longer he could hold out. He was unwilling to be defeated just like this. He thought of Luo Lang, who had been willing to risk activating his innate talent for the sake of victory, and also thought of Li Yingjie's ruthlessness in wanting to bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh even if he was defeated.
Zilong's eyes once again lit up with sparks. What his companions could do, he would also do. Even if he could not win, he would make the opponent pay a heavy price!
Zilong's mind became clearer and clearer. Even though he did not have the strength to throw a punch, his eyes were still fixed firmly on the opponent's fists, watching as those fists hit his body again and again...
What did it feel like to watch yourself being abused? Zilong did not know. Zilong only knew that from the beginning, he could not see the opponent's fists clearly. Gradually, the speed of those fists became slower and slower. In the end, it was as if they were moving in slow motion. In his eyes, the fists were divided into patterns.
From the moment the opponent started to circulate his qi to the movement of the fists, everything was presented in front of him. The trajectory of the fists was clear. Unlike before, when he had to rely on direct observation to determine where the opponent would attack from, now, he could see everything clearly with his eyes. In fact, he could even determine which part of the path was where the opponent would exert force.
He knew that as long as his fists reached that spot, not only would he not be able to feel the opponent's strength, he would even cause the opponent to counterattack. However, damn it, he could not move now. If he could move, he would be able to hit that spot. He believed that he would not lose!
Zilong was extremely frustrated. If only he still had the strength, if only he could counterattack... at this moment, Zilong was pleasantly surprised to find that his hands were moving. However, he could not keep up with the rhythm. He could not reach that spot in the time he needed.
No, he could not give up just like that! At this moment, Zilong could no longer feel the intense pain in his body. He only had one thought now, and that was to go faster, faster, faster, faster, so that his fists could reach that spot in the time he needed...
Ling Lan, who had already returned to her seat and was watching Zilong being abused, saw Zilong's fists move. Her eyes suddenly lit up. However, Ling Lan was afraid that this was just an unintentional movement by Zilong. When she saw Zilong's speed getting faster and faster, even exceeding his original maximum speed, she stood up again.
At this moment, Ling Lan's eyes were filled with surprise. Could Zilong really be so lucky to have a breakthrough in such a desperate situation?
Bang! Bang! Bang! This was the sound of fists hitting flesh!
Nie Feng-ming's forehead was already covered in layers of sweat. He did not know how many times he had landed his fists on the other's body, but other than the initial trembling of the other's muscles and a reaction of pain, the other actually did not feel anything at all for the next few times. Not only that, the pressure the other gave him was also getting heavier and heavier. He did not even know whether he was actually fighting a human anymore.
Nie Feng-ming's attacks became faster and faster. His fists rained down on Zilong's body like a violent storm. More and more blood flowed from the corners of Zilong's mouth, and in the end, he actually spat it out mouthful after mouthful of blood. Everyone thought that Zilong no longer had the strength to continue fighting and could only stand there passively to be beaten by Nie Feng-ming...
Even Colonel Tang Yu could not help but wonder if he should directly announce Zilong's failure. However, Zilong's eyes were still bright, as if he had never lost the ability to fight and was only waiting for the best opportunity.
"Bang!" This bang was different from the previous ones. Everyone stared in astonishment at that youth with a grin on his face as he spat out blood. Zilong, who had seemed unable to raise his fist to meet the other's attack, had actually managed to raise his fist and accurately meet the other's oncoming fist. That sound just now was the sound of fists clashing against fists...
"Good!" At this moment, even the older students who did not like the new students could not help but cheer for Zilong! Such an unkillable cockroach, in such a situation where everyone thought it was hopeless, had finally struck back.
"What's going on here?" Nie Feng-ming's expression finally changed. He was beginning to doubt himself. Could it be that his fists had no power at all, which was why he had been unable to defeat the other, giving the other a chance to counterattack in the end?
"Feng-ming, don't be in a daze. Continue fighting!" Seeing Nie Feng-ming's stunned expression, Boss Huo hurriedly stood up to remind him loudly. As a bystander, he naturally knew that Zilong's internal injuries had definitely reached a limit. Nie Feng-ming only needed to exchange a few more blows and he would be able to defeat the opponent completely. No, perhaps he would only need one more blow to succeed.
Nie Feng-ming immediately snapped out of his stupor. Gritting his teeth, he once again raised his fist and swung it viciously at this youth before him!
"Bang!" It was still the other's fist that struck him. The speed of the other's punch was not any slower than his own, intercepting it right at the moment when his strength had not reached its peak, preventing him from unleashing his full strength. It was as uncomfortable as if his stomach was about to release a flood but had been purposely stopped.
"I don't believe that you can keep intercepting my fists!" Nie Feng-ming was already enraged from all the fighting. His fists rained down like a storm, but every punch was interrupted by Zilong at the point where he felt the most uncomfortable.
"Ah!" After who knew how many blows, Nie Feng-ming suddenly felt the hot blood in his chest roil. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which splashed onto Zilong's chest.
The many accurate interceptions had prevented him from unleashing his full strength. In the end, he could only force his fists back into his body. After several times, his internal organs were unable to withstand the force of this reflux, and finally turned into internal injuries. In the end, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
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