Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Sure enough, after this flurry of rapid attacks, Zilong was the first to slow down. The explosive burst of power brought about by his breakthrough was nearing its end, and his breathing gradually became erratic.
Ling Lan knew that Zilong was probably already at the end of his tether. If Zilong collapsed from exhaustion, she alone would not be able to hold her own against the experienced examiner, much less find an opportunity to beat him up.
Ling Lan's brow furrowed, and she began to think of a way out of this predicament. She was actually quite frustrated — if she had known that there would be such a strange battle, she would have brought along some useful weapons, like hidden weapons or the like. Even if she couldn't hit her target, it would have been good enough to distract the examiner.
Unfortunately, she only had some oral energy fluids on her to replenish her stamina for the exam, and there weren't many of them, only three of them. Even if she wanted to use them as hidden weapons, they wouldn't have much effect. Unless she threw out a large number of things, then perhaps she might be able to confuse the examiner. But with just these two or three things, there was no way she could confuse the examiner.
What should she do? Feed one to Zilong to replenish his stamina?
Ling Lan's mind raced, and she suddenly had an idea. And so, her speed slowed alongside Zilong's, and her breathing became erratic. She began to pant heavily, and the sweat on her forehead began to flow, as if telling everyone that she would collapse in the next second.
Ling Lan and Zilong's dire situation caused the cheers of their companions to dwindle, and even disappear. Everyone's faces were filled with disappointment and indignation — it looked like their wish to beat up the examiner would never come true.
Han Jijun and Luo Lang glanced at each other, and saw each other's bitter smiles. Actually, this result was within their expectations, but there was still a sense of unwillingness in their hearts. They had hoped that Zilong and Ling Lan would be able to bring them a miracle.
Was there really no hope?
At that moment, Zilong, who had pounced forward to attack, clashed with the examiner once more. This time, due to his lack of stamina, Qi Long was pushed back several steps by the examiner's powerful block.
Zilong, who had retreated a few steps, lost his confidence. The Qi that had been supporting him in the battle was about to slacken. He began to lose his footing, and it seemed like he was about to fall. Seeing this, Ling Lan quickly flew forward to support him. Then, with light footsteps, she quickly brought him away from the examiner, putting some distance between them.
"Are you alright?" Ling Lan, whose back was facing the examiner, asked anxiously as she held Zilong's hand.
Zilong's expression was shaken, and his spirit was refreshed. It seemed that Ling Lan's concern had given him the confidence and courage to fight again. He didn't say anything, and only nodded firmly to show that he was fine.
Ling Lan turned around and looked at the examiner. She cut off all means of retreat and said, "Then let us fight properly for the last time." The state of the two of them showed that they could no longer fight.
Zilong clenched his right fist, and said resolutely, "Alright!" That said, he used his right hand to rub at his face, as if wiping away the sweat and exhaustion to give himself confidence. The will to fight burned in his eyes once more, even stronger than before.
Even if he knew he would lose, he would not back down. Because this was their last chance — succeed or die trying.
Qi Long and Ling Lan's performances left the examiners extremely satisfied. Care and concern for their comrades, and the courage to fight to the very end even if they were to lose against a strong enemy — these were all qualities that an outstanding soldier should possess, and these two children actually possessed them all. This was rare, and he was happy that he had found such excellent seedlings.
Zilong attacked first. Although his consecutive punches were fast and powerful, the examiner still managed to dodge them easily. It couldn't be helped — Zilong only knew a few moves, and he had used them over and over again. Even if the examiner didn't want to memorize them, his body was already familiar with Zilong's attacks, and so he was able to deal with them easily.
The examiner had just dodged Zilong's attacks when Ling Lan rushed over.
However, the examiner's attention was still on Ling Lan. Compared to Zilong, Ling Lan was much more difficult to deal with. Although Ling Lan's combat moves were not that extensive (she had only just learnt a set of basic combat skills), she was much smarter than Zilong. She never followed a set pattern, and would change her moves according to the situation. This forced the examiner to put in some effort.
The examiner saw Ling Lan's fist coming at him. As usual, it was aimed at the most uncomfortable and difficult areas to deal with. These areas were basically the blind spots of the human body, and were very difficult to defend against. He either had to dodge, or attack in place of defence, and counterattack to force the opponent to change her moves.
The examiner didn't even think about it. He immediately struck out with his palm, aiming for Ling Lan's chest. His arms were long and his hands were big, so even if he counterattacked, he was sure that he would hit Ling Lan first. And in front of him, Ling Lan had indeed changed her moves as he had hoped, and given up on her own attack. After all, if one continued to attack even though they knew it was futile, other than injuring oneself, there was no way to hurt the opponent. A smart person would not do such a stupid thing.
Just at that moment, something unexpected happened. Ling Lan did not dodge, but continued to attack relentlessly. At that moment, a figure suddenly blocked his path towards Ling Lan. It was Zilong!
Not good! The examiner had a bad feeling, but because it had come so suddenly, there was no way for him to change his move. He hurriedly retracted the force in his hand, and felt that his palm had already landed solidly on Zilong's chest.
"Ah!" Zilong cried out tragically, and his whole body was sent flying by the force of the blow. In mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his whole body crashed heavily onto the ground, never to move again.
"Ah … Zilong, he's injured!" The spectating companions cried out in unison. Han Jijun was even more stunned, his face pale.
The examiner was shocked — could it be that he had retracted his force too late? At that moment, his attention was drawn to Zilong. He saw him lying stiffly on the ground, and fresh blood was spurting out continuously from the corner of his mouth.
How could this be? Could it be that he had not retracted his force in time, and had hit Zilong? Had he injured his internal organs? The examiner's thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't pay attention to anything else. In his eyes, there was only Zilong lying on the ground, vomiting blood.
"Bam!"
The sound of a powerful fist hitting flesh rang out abruptly, and the examiner was sent flying by the force of the blow, landing heavily on the ground.
It turned out that Ling Lan had not given up on her attack. She had taken advantage of the moment when the examiner was distracted and not paying attention to her to kill him in one blow.
Ling Lan blew on the weapon she had used to beat people up, her small pink fist, and said cheerfully, "Mission accomplished, I've beaten up the examiner. But examiner, you won't fly into a rage because of this and fail us, right? "
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