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This time, Tianji and Wuji had 12 slots each. According to Boss Lan's request, they had brought the 12 strongest special-class operators from their mecha clans. The regiment commanders of the two mecha clans came in front of Song Yanxu at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.
Song Yanxu quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked to the left and then to the right before he asked carefully, "Who wants to go first?"
Han Yu shot a cold glance at Mu Shaoyu, who was standing beside him. Mu Shaoyu returned the cold glare. Sparks flew between the two of them, but no one took the initiative to answer Song Yanxu's question. For a moment, the hall became silent.
The silent confrontation between the two caused the cold sweat on Song Yanxu's forehead to flow even faster. He could not help but curse internally, 'Hells, what are these First Men's Military Academy students trying to do?' Could it be that he wanted to fight? Why didn't they have the slightest intention of working together?
Song Yanxu believed that with the First Men's Military Academy's current situation, they would definitely not be able to achieve any good results. He secretly blamed Qiao Ting, who was the main force, for not leading the team well, for not resolving the conflicts in the team in time, allowing these conflicts to escalate.
The situation in the lobby was getting more and more serious. Just as the two teams were about to clash, Xie Yi, who was watching coldly from the side, suddenly said, "Why don't Commander Mu go first?" He didn't want Song Yanxu, who was stuck between the two of them, to perspire and become dehydrated. Plus, the other party was kind enough to pass a message to Luo Lang and Han Xuya, so he had to help no matter what.
Mu Shaoyu and Han Yu turned to look at Xie Yi at the same time. They wanted to know what Xie Yi was implying. Xie Yi just smiled and shrugged, as if he was just giving a kind suggestion. This made Han Yu very depressed. He snorted and turned his head to the other side, not continuing to look at Mu Shaoyu. In fact, this also meant that he tacitly agreed with Xie Yi's suggestion.
Seeing this, Mu Shaoyu did not hesitate to lead his team forward. Although they had lost to Lingtian, Tianji was originally the second strongest organisation. How could he let Wuji, who was ranked behind him, take the lead? No matter what, he had to fight for his pride.
After Tianji registered his name, Mu Shaoyu nodded at Xie Yi. He was grateful that Tianji had helped him out and acknowledged his kindness. He then shot a cold glance at Han Yu before leading the group out of the hall. After Han Yu and the Wuji people were done with the registration, he glared fiercely and snorted coldly, indicating that he would remember this debt. Only then did he arrogantly lead the Wuji people out of the hall.
"What kind of person is he …" Luo Lang didn't like Han Yu's attitude towards Xie Yi.
"It's fine. With Boss around, the other party won't be able to do anything," Xie Yi replied with a smile. He didn't care about Han Yu's attitude towards him, especially during the Mecha Grand Tournament.
It should be known that although the leader of the First Men's Military Academy was Qiao Ting on paper, in reality, the real leader was Ling Lan. Although Han Yu had the right to participate in the Mecha Grand Tournament, whether or not he could actually participate in an official battle still depended on whether his boss was willing or not. The decision was in his boss's hands. As long as Han Yu's brain wasn't damaged, he definitely wouldn't cause trouble for him during this period of time, so he was very calm.
"I really don't understand why Boss would distribute the slots to the mecha clans under him …" Luo Lang still couldn't understand. The honour clearly belonged to Lingtian.
"Think about it. How many special-class operators did we have this time?" Xie Yi laughed. "It's pretty much a clean sweep. I'm really looking forward to the final battle royale between all the military academies. If they know that their opponents are almost all special-class operators and the top experts of the various specializations, I wonder what their expressions will be like …"
Luo Lang imagined that scene and a smile appeared on his lips. "It should be very fun!" That smile instantly made him look incomparably dazzling, causing Xie Yi to reflexively turn his head to look elsewhere … hells, why was this brat so beautiful when he smiled? He almost couldn't hold it in anymore.
Right at that moment, another large group of people came through the door. One of them was very familiar to Xie Yi. He instantly let out a sigh of relief and hurried over to greet him, shouting, "Senior Zhang, you're here. You're very fast." He was finally saved. He could leave Luo Lang openly and save his heart that was about to fail.
The one who had come was the former regiment commander of Dwotong, Zhang Jing-an. He had brought his battle clan along with him, as well as the participating students from the other smaller factions. Although each faction didn't have many people, some only having one or two, when added together, they had more people than the previous two teams, about 30 or so people.
Zhang Jing-an saw Xie Yi coming over to greet him, and reflexively glanced at the currently empty hall. He asked pointedly, "They've all left?"
Xie Yi nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, Leiting, Tianji, and Wuji's people have all finished registering. They've all returned to their own residences to rest now."
Hearing this, Zhang Jing-an turned to say to the regiment commanders of the other factions, "Regiment commanders, then let's also quickly go through the registration procedures. Regiment Commander Ling and the others will be arriving soon. Let's not delay."
Everyone nodded and hurriedly led their people to the registration counter to register.
Only then did Zhang Jing-an turn to say to Xie Yi, "This time, I'm indebted to Regiment Commander Ling for thinking so highly of me, giving me an extra 8 slots. Unfortunately, my battle clan is not as good as Leiting, Tianji, and Wuji, so it's a little hard to bring out."
Xie Yi smiled and said, "Senior Zhang, you worry too much. Our Boss Lan said that it doesn't need to be the strongest, only the most suitable. Senior Zhang's battle clan is the one with the greatest teamwork in our military academy. Our Boss Lan trusts you."
Zhang Jing-an laughed at these words and could not help but praise, "You really know how to talk, and you're also very capable. No wonder your regiment commander asked you to come out and greet us."
Xie Yi hurriedly said modestly, "That's because Boss Lan thinks highly of me. How could I have any ability?"
Xie Yi's stubborn demeanor made Zhang Jing-an shake his head repeatedly, secretly sighing at how Ling Lan had managed to unearth so many talents.
Zhang Jing-an's group of people were all on good terms, getting along very well. This made Song Yanxu sigh softly, finally feeling that this was truly a team of people. Just like the previous batch, he had almost thought that this was definitely two different teams that had a grudge against each other.
Just as Song Yanxu was busy busying himself, his colleagues had finished eating and returned. Seeing quite a number of people in the main hall, they knew that a new military academy had arrived, and quickly went up to help register.
Ten or so new recruits joined in, and very soon, everyone's registration was completed. Right then, another 40 or so people surged in through the entrance. The leader was also a youth in a white uniform. The moment he stepped into the main hall, the temperature dropped instantly, and the initially noisy main hall instantly became silent.
Song Yanxu, who was in the midst of registration, suddenly felt a chill rise up his body, and he shuddered uncontrollably.
Xie Yi and Luo Lang, who had been leaning against the wall and waiting for everyone to finish registering, saw the newcomer and their eyes lit up. They quickly walked out to stand before the stern-looking youth and called out respectfully, "Boss!"
The stern-looking youth nodded at Xie Yi and Luo Lang, and then turned to look at Zhang Jing-an, asking calmly, "Senior Zhang, have you finished registering?"
Hearing this, Zhang Jing-an quickly replied, "Yes, Junior Ling. We're all done." Zhang Jing-an's reply caused the people in the main hall to snap back to their senses. They quickly made way for the people Ling Lan had brought with her to come forward and register with the staff.
Ling Lan's arrival made the regiment commanders of the mecha clans of various sizes feel a great deal of pressure. Thus, they all said their goodbyes to Ling Lan and led their team members out of the main hall quickly.
Ling Lan watched as Zhang Jing-an's group dashed out of the main hall as if they were being chased by evil spirits. She was speechless. She turned to ask Wu Jiong, "Am I very ugly and scary?" Although her elder sister always had a cold expression on her face, her elder sister's genes were definitely excellent. Whether it was her father Ling Xiao or her mother Lan Luofeng, they were both super good-looking men and beautiful women. Was there a need for them to be so scared as if they had seen a ghost?
Wu Jiong quickly glanced at Ling Lan and then lowered his eyes. Boss Lan should be quite good-looking, right? Wu Jiong actually could not recall Ling Lan's true appearance. All he could remember was Ling Lan's sharp gaze, as well as that silent chill that seeped out of her … speaking of which, who would dare to study Boss Lan's face seriously? One look from her was enough to make people retreat three feet away.
Feeling Boss Lan's sharp and cold gaze sweep viciously across his face, Wu Jiong held back the bone-chilling coldness and tried his best to piece together some nice words to say, "How is that possible? Boss Lan is handsome and mighty, unparalleled in dominance …"
Why was the coldness in Boss Lan's eyes growing thicker and thicker? He had clearly said nice words … Wu Jiong could not have imagined that his so-called nice words to describe boys were indeed very good, but when used to describe girls, they were really quite terrible.
Wu Jiong felt that he might not have the chance to participate in the Mecha Grand Tournament and die on the spot. Just as he was about to die, Zilong spoke up to save him, "Boss, your aura is too strong. Standing beside you makes people feel pressured. Most people would not be able to withstand it."
Hearing this, Ling Lan's coldness dissipated somewhat. Wu Jiong quickly nodded and said, "That's right, Boss Lan. Those who can stand by your side safely would have to have reached our level of physical skills."
Ling Lan's brow furrowed. Just as the space instructor Number One had said, her aura was growing stronger and stronger, even reaching a critical point. Sometimes, it would even show signs of losing control. But even after so long, she still had not found a way to harmonize her aura with her own. This made her not dare to use her physical skills rashly, afraid that if she lost control, it would cause great regret.
Having understood this, Ling Lan gave up on searching for the real answer. Only Li Lanfeng's eyes flashed behind her. He had not forgotten that smile he had once seen. However, this was a secret that belonged to him. He would not share it with others.
Ling Lan's arrival caused Song Yanxu and the other staff members to perk up. They focused on registering Ling Lan and the others. After sending Ling Lan off, they finally let out a sigh of relief. Some of them even slumped back in their seats, their limbs weak. Only then did Song Yanxu realise that he had actually forgotten to greet Xie Yi and Luo Lang. He did not even know when Xie Yi and Luo Lang had finished their registration procedures …
"Ling Lan, huh? That person's aura is so strong, even stronger than their number one mainstay, Qiao Ting. Even standing far away to one side, he can still make people feel breathless. " Song Yanxu looked at Ling Lan's information recorded in the A.I. and muttered to himself, "Just a special-class operator?" His tone was full of doubt.
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