Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr At the headquarters of the Leiting Mecha Clan, many people were currently packing up their belongings with gloomy expressions. They needed to leave this place completely before 2 pm today.
According to the rules of the academy, if a lower mecha clan successfully turned the tables in a battle, all the benefits of a higher mecha clan would go to the winning mecha clan. Thus, the headquarters of the largest mecha clan in the academy, which represented the number one faction, would no longer belong to the Leiting Mecha Clan, but would officially become the headquarters of the Lingtian Mecha Clan.
The Leiting Mecha Clan only had three days to pack up their belongings, and today was the third day.
Very soon, it was close to 2 pm. Many of the clan members who had already packed up their belongings were preparing to leave. One of the Leiting members picked up his belongings and looked around at this place where he had stayed for several years. His expression was dejected as he sighed and said, "Who would have thought that one day, we would have to leave this place with our tails between our legs? I had always thought that before we graduated from the academy, this would be the place where we grew up."
His companion beside him heard his words and could not help but smile wryly. "Yes, you should know that our Leiting has always been the strongest mecha clan in the academy all these years, standing proudly above the rest … unfortunately, we actually lost under the most impossible circumstances. The regiment commander's decision this time …" At this point, he suddenly shut up and shook his head. In truth, he was extremely dissatisfied with the regiment commander's arrangements this time. He felt that Regiment Commander Qiao Ting had been too overconfident. If the Leiting Mecha Clan had sent out all their elites, how could their Leiting have lost? Then, they would not have had to leave the headquarters so dejectedly today.
"The regiment commander was indeed a little rash this time." A member beside them overheard the conversation between the two and could not help but comment. If not for the fact that Qiao Ting was the only ace operator in the academy and held extremely high prestige in the Leiting Mecha Clan, perhaps this loss would have been enough for his subordinates to force him to abdicate.
"Shh, stop talking. The people from Lingtian are here." A member who had left together with them spoke up to remind everyone to be careful with their words when he saw someone coming in through the doors.
His reminder instantly silenced everyone. Everyone's gazes turned towards the doors, focusing on the group of youths who were currently walking into the hall.
There were about fifteen to sixteen of them, and most of them had excited smiles on their faces. It could be seen that they had ascended to the skies in a single bound to become the strongest faction in the military academy. This group of hot-blooded youths were overjoyed and somewhat agitated. These half-grown youths were somewhat immature, and had yet to learn how to hide their emotions. These brilliant smiles were truly rather dazzling, and many of the Leiting members who had yet to leave the headquarters immediately turned hostile.
"Hmph, what a bunch of petty people getting their way. I hope they don't leave this place with their tails between their legs next month." A hot-tempered Leiting member couldn't help but sneer in a low voice.
The military academy had a rule that every mecha clan had a chance to challenge another mecha clan every year, and every mecha clan could only be challenged once a month. This year, Leiting already had no chance to take revenge. However, the members of Leiting believed that the other factions of the academy would definitely not give up on the chance to become the number one faction. After a month, there would definitely be other mecha clans challenging Lingtian. The only question was which of the remaining three mecha clans of the four major factions would be the first to challenge Lingtian.
"Perhaps they will set the record for the shortest time remaining the number one faction in the military academy." Another Leiting member quickly followed up with a mocking remark. His words caused many of the other Leiting members to smirk disdainfully at Lingtian's misfortune. They had already forgotten that the one who had dragged them down from their pedestal was precisely this Lingtian Mecha Clan that they had looked down on.
The youths at the entrance completely ignored the hostile gazes around them. Although they were extremely excited, their eyes filled with the desire to enter and explore the headquarters, they did not continue forward. Instead, they stopped at the entrance, occasionally turning back to look as if waiting for someone.
Among them, the most eye-catching was an incomparably beautiful youth. Every move and every smile was captivating. Even though the Leiting members were extremely hostile towards the Lingtian members, they could not deny that they were indeed stunned by this youth. If not for the fact that they knew that everyone who could enter the First Men's Military Academy was male, there would definitely be many people who would suspect that this person was a girl dressed as a boy. Even though the chest was very flat, in this society where everyone was a soldier, there were actually quite a number of such flat princesses.
Suddenly, that beautiful youth's faint smile suddenly turned into a huge grin, so bright that it dazzled everyone present, causing everyone present to fall into a daze …
"Boss!" A warm voice, paired with a warm smile, made quite a few of the Leiting members wish that this voice was calling out to them instead.
But very soon, everyone was jolted awake by the cold. Under the admiring gazes of the other youths, a cold youth stepped through the doors of the number one faction and into the great hall. The moment he entered, the temperature of the entire great hall seemed to drop to freezing point.
"Boss!" When the Lingtian youths saw this cold youth, they instantly called out in unison with respectful expressions.
The cold young man swept his cold eyes over them and slowly nodded his head in response. This action seemed a little perfunctory, but the youths didn't feel that way. Instead, because of this action, their originally reserved expressions immediately relaxed a lot.
This was the expression and action their boss should have. If it had been any other expression or action, they might have been afraid that they had done something bad and that their boss was about to deal with them.
The Leiting members who had initially been looking at this group of Lingtian youths with disdain instantly retracted their sneers when they saw this person enter. They had not forgotten that it was this person who had cut down their Thunder King.
That's right, this cold youth was our main character, Ling Lan. She had come here today to take over the headquarters of the number one faction. Once she took over this place, it would mean that the Lingtian Mecha Clan would officially become the number one faction in the military academy. Of course, it would not be easy to secure this position. In the following few months, they would have to accept challenges from the other factions in the military academy, but Ling Lan was least afraid of challenges.
There were three other people following behind Ling Lan. They were the other three regiment commanders of the Lingtian Mecha Clan — Zilong, Wu Jiong, and Li Yingjie.
Wu Jiong followed behind Ling Lan into the great hall. He swept a glance around the great hall and did not see his target. He quickly stepped forward to stand beside Ling Lan and said with a low chuckle, "Boss Lan, Qiao Ting isn't here yet." Wu Jiong wondered if Qiao Ting felt embarrassed and thus did not appear early.
The corner of Ling Lan's lips quirked up slightly. "When it's 2 o 'clock, he will definitely appear." The military academy would not allow the rules to be broken. No matter how much Qiao Ting resisted, he would still settle this matter at the last moment.
"When Qiao Ting challenged us, he definitely did not expect this moment. He must be too ashamed to come early, hahaha …" Li Yingjie overheard Wu Jiong and Ling Lan's conversation and began laughing maniacally.
Compared to Wu Jiong and Ling Lan's restraint, Li Yingjie's voice was clearly much louder. The Leiting members in the great hall who had yet to leave were all enraged by his arrogance. Some of them even wanted to clench their fists and rush forward to beat him up, but they were held back by their calm companions. In an instant, the atmosphere in the great hall became tense.
This made Ling Lan and Wu Jiong speechless. This Li Yingjie was definitely a troublemaker — they were here to take over the headquarters, not to pick a fight …
Zilong, who was trailing at the very back of the group, suddenly felt the atmosphere in the great hall become tense. His spirits were instantly lifted, and his bright gaze swept the surroundings, sweeping away the lethargy from when he had first entered. He licked his lips and said excitedly, "Boss, is there going to be a fight?"
Feeling bored, he had not been paying attention to the conversation between Ling Lan and the others, so he did not know what was going on. However, his beastly instincts told him that there was going to be a fight.
At these words, Wu Jiong's initially serious face could no longer be maintained. His face twitched, and his mournful gaze drifted towards Ling Lan, clearly complaining that the two partners that Ling Lan had arranged for him were too unreliable …
Whether it was the New Cadet Regiment or the Lingtian Mecha Clan, Ling Lan had always been a hands-off general. Everything within the clan was handled by Wu Jiong, Zilong, and Li Yingjie. Unfortunately, the arrogant Li Yingjie would always cause trouble from time to time. Sometimes, when he could not handle it, Wu Jiong and Zilong would have to step in to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, although Zilong was not as troublemaker as Li Yingjie, he was always in the combat arena. If they wanted to get him to come out to handle matters … well, if they wanted to pull him out of the combat arena, Wu Jiong believed that it would be even harder than asking Boss Lan for help.
But if they asked Boss Lan for help, Wu Jiong believed that he really would not be able to withstand that piercing gaze that could freeze a person to death. Every time he could not find a way to ask Boss Lan for help, Wu Jiong believed that his lifespan had been shaved off by at least 5 years. In order not to die young, he decided to work a little harder himself.
Wu Jiong's mournful gaze was decisively ignored by Ling Lan, pretending that she did not know anything. She was not going to get involved in this mess.
Right at that moment, the lift at the end of the hall suddenly rang out with a 'ding'. The lift doors suddenly opened, and a handsome young man with chiseled features appeared before the crowd. His features, which should have been domineering and confident, were now tinged with a trace of melancholy, his entire person looking rather dejected. He was the current regiment commander of Leiting, Qiao Ting.
Seeing Ling Lan at the main doors, his gaze flickered. After a moment's hesitation, he stepped out of the lift to stand before Ling Lan.
The two of them faced each other. Even though Ling Lan was half a head shorter than Qiao Ting, in terms of presence, she did not lose out to the other. Instead, the chilly air emanating from Ling Lan's body was even more striking. For a moment, everyone had the misconception that the Thunder King was being suppressed by Ling Lan.
Seeing this, Ling Lan's gaze sharpened slightly. Her initially icy and expressionless face became even colder. Anyone who knew Ling Lan would know that this was a sign that Ling Lan had become even more cautious and serious.
Neither of them said anything. After staring at each other silently for one or two minutes, the atmosphere in the entire hall became incredibly heavy. Some of those with weaker endurance began to tremble slightly, almost breaking down from the pressure of the two.
Just as everyone thought that the two of them would continue their silent confrontation, Qiao Ting spoke first, "You're here." Perhaps only Qiao Ting knew the meaning of these three simple words.
The moment Qiao Ting opened his mouth, the entire heavy atmosphere was swept away. Those who had been on the verge of breaking down from the pressure of the two suddenly felt the pressure lighten, and they came back to life.
"I'm here." Ling Lan replied. Perhaps only Ling Lan herself would understand the true meaning of these three words.
Qiao Ting's brows quirked slightly at these words, and he said calmly, "Come with me." That said, he turned to leave, not caring whether Ling Lan and the others really followed him or not.
Qiao Ting's attitude caused the expressions of the Lingtian members to change. Quite a few of their eyes burned with rage, but all of this disappeared quietly under Ling Lan's cold gaze. Everyone knew what Ling Lan's gaze meant — she wanted everyone to be quiet and let her handle this matter.
Ling Lan used her gaze to reassure the members, and then she stepped out resolutely to follow steadily behind Qiao Ting.
The two of them walked into the lift, and when the lift doors closed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in unison. Qiao Ting and Ling Lan's auras were really too strong — being in the same room as them was really too stressful.
In the lift, the two of them continued to remain silent. Ling Lan looked at the flashing numbers on the lift, waiting for the floor they were about to reach. Right then, Qiao Ting unexpectedly said, "Next year, I won't lose again."
Ling Lan raised her eyes in surprise, but before she could say anything, the lift had already reached the floor they were about to reach with a 'ding'.
When Qiao Ting said this, he did not need Ling Lan to reply. He was only telling Ling Lan his decision. Seeing the lift doors open, he walked out of the lift.
Seeing this, Ling Lan's brow arched slightly. She had not expected Qiao Ting to still want to fight with her in the military academy. Although the military academy was a six-year system, all the cadets would leave the academy in their final year to either join the army for practical training, or join an adventure team to go on interstellar adventures to gain practical experience. Almost no one would continue to stay in the military academy, and Qiao Ting's words were clearly telling Ling Lan that next year, he would still fight with her in the military academy.
Ling Lan did not understand why Qiao Ting would do this. She seemed to remember that Qiao Ting had already caught the eye of the Third Marshal and would be joining the Third Division this year. Without question, entering the army early would be extremely beneficial to Qiao Ting's future development. Now, in order to fight with her, Qiao Ting was actually delaying joining the army — was this really necessary?
Ling Lan was somewhat perplexed, but she did not slow down her steps. She followed closely behind Qiao Ting, arriving at the main control room of this building. The moment Qiao Ting pushed open the door, Ling Lan saw that there was another Leiting member sitting before a control panel in the main control room.
"Regiment Commander, you're here." That person saw Qiao Ting and immediately stood up from his seat. When he saw Ling Lan behind Qiao Ting, his gaze darkened, and there was even a trace of indignation hidden within it.
It looked like the people of Leiting were still resentful that their headquarters had been taken by Lingtian. They were unwilling to accept it, thinking that their regiment commander had underestimated the enemy too much. Due to various reasons, Lingtian had gotten lucky.
Qiao Ting was also aware of this point. In truth, he was also unwilling to accept his loss, but a loss was a loss. Leiting had already lost the title of the number one faction, and it was not something they could avoid. "Prepare the handover procedures."
That person's expression stiffened, and with a trace of reluctance, he once again sat before the control panel and began operating, proceeding with the handover procedures.
Very quickly, Qiao Ting cleared the palm prints of the regiment commander of the mecha clan that the headquarters currently belonged to. When Ling Lan's palm prints were successfully entered, it meant that the headquarters now belonged to the Lingtian Mecha Clan.
Seeing the A.I. announce the completion of the handover procedures, Qiao Ting was dazed for the first time. However, he quickly recovered and turned to say to Ling Lan, "Regiment Commander Ling, I hope that you can hold on to this place this year and not make me fight another battle." It was obvious that Qiao Ting did not think much of the Lingtian Mecha Clan.
Ling Lan whipped her head around, her sharp gaze shooting straight at Qiao Ting. She replied coldly, "Don't worry. Before I graduate, this place will only belong to the Lingtian Mecha Clan. No other mecha clan will be able to lay a finger on it." Ling Lan would never allow anyone to look down on her companions, her team. She glared at Qiao Ting and said forcefully, "I, Ling Lan, await your challenge!"
Ling Lan's attitude was clearly telling Qiao Ting that she was the victor, while Qiao Ting was the loser, the bandit.
Ling Lan's words and her forceful attitude made Qiao Ting's heart burn with hatred. He clenched his fists, his fingers almost digging into his palms …
Ling Lan did not seem to be satisfied. She continued to attack Qiao Ting, saying, "In this academy, there is only one king, and that is me, Ling Lan. Three days ago, you lost to me. In the future, you will not win. I will use reality to tell you that you are destined to be my stepping stone."
The moment the words' stepping stone 'were uttered, Qiao Ting could not take it anymore. He threw out a fist angrily.
With a 'smack', Ling Lan blocked Qiao Ting's fist with her palm. The two hidden forces clashed violently, sending the Leiting member sitting on the control panel flying out to crash heavily onto the ground.
He crawled up with difficulty, a trickle of blood at the corner of his lips. His eyes were filled with fear as he stared at the two people whose fists and palms were locked together. Even with his top-level Refinement physical skills, he had still been sent flying just by the aftershocks of the two's hidden forces, sustaining significant internal injuries. Just how strong were these two's physical skills?
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