Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
Ling Lan agreed wholeheartedly with Zhao Jun's conjecture. She nodded and said, "This battle plan is not bad. We should also change it for the next match." Tongli's targeted arrangement reminded Ling Lan that a fixed order would be easy for others to find flaws in. Although they were strong, they would not be able to withstand endless schemes.
Zhao Jun's words also drew Qiao Ting's attention back. He looked oddly at the few Tongli cadets not too far away backstage who were watching the match closely. He did not know whether to give them a thumbs up for their ingenious thinking or to mourn for them.
Although Qiao Ting did not believe that he had lost to Ling Lan in that match, having exchanged a real blow with Ling Lan, he knew very well that Ling Lan's mecha combat skills were extraordinary. Whether in terms of speed, technique, or judgement, she had reached the peak of special-class operators. This was also why Ling Lan had been able to insta-kill him.
These were the results of Qiao Ting's analysis after he had repeatedly studied the recordings of their battle. He believed that Ling Lan's control ability might be even stronger than Zhao Jun, who was publicly known as Ling Lan's number one fighter. It was also because of these things that Qiao Ting secretly viewed Ling Lan as his greatest rival. Just think, when he was in his second year, had he been as strong as the other?
Of course, without advancing to ace, no matter how strong or how talented he had been in the past, it was all just fleeting clouds. Qiao Ting knew that he would keep an eye on Ling Lan. He wanted to see if this aberrant 17 year old who had advanced to Domain in physical skills would be equally aberrant in terms of mecha control.
While Qiao Ting thought that the Tongli cadets were just asking for trouble, on the other side, Han Yu, who did not know Ling Lan's true strength, was getting anxious. He could not help but grumble at Ling Lan, secretly blaming the other for making up the numbers in order to obtain the honour of winning the group battle, taking on Zhao Jun. Otherwise, they definitely would not have been so passive …
Thinking that they might stop in the top 100 and become the biggest dark horse of this tournament, Han Yu could not help but think viciously that when they returned to the First Men's Military Academy, he would see how this Ling Lan would explain things. At this moment, Han Yu had already forgotten that it was precisely because he had been careless and had lost the first match that he had caused the situation to become so passive …
Sensing the dissatisfaction in Han Yu's eyes, Qiao Ting's lips curled into a malicious smile. he would not be so kind as to help his old rival — he would just let him worry for a little while longer.
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Beside her, Little Four was rather curious. He tried his best to stand on tiptoe, wanting to see who exactly his boss was pointing at. Unfortunately, 17 years had passed, and he was still just a little bean. His height did not even reach Ling Lan's waist — no matter how hard he tried, he still could not reach her.
Raising his head to look at the sheet of white paper that was higher than his head, Little Four suddenly hated himself for turning the information into a white paper document. Wouldn't he have been able to see the information on the virtual screen like he did outside? At this time, Little Four was filled with regret, but he did not dare to change his mind on his own. He was afraid that his boss would lock him up in the little black room again.
Ling Lan had long noticed Little Four's behaviour. She found it extremely funny. No longer making things difficult for Little Four, she straightened the sheet of white paper and spread it out in front of Little Four's eyes. Pointing at one of the names, she said, "It's him."
Little Four reflexively read out the name, "Du Yuanlang, military strategy major, tactical planning competition in this year's competition: 7th place … this result isn't considered good, losing to Han Jijun …" At this point, Little Four was still confused. He did not understand why his boss had to find this one person among the hundred or so people.
Little Four's round eyes made Ling Lan smile. She explained, "In today's competition, Tongli's troop arrangement was probably the work of this person. It has to be said that this plan was very outstanding, almost allowing the other side to succeed in their counterattack …"
Little Four understood. He was overjoyed, his eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled. Somewhat smug and somewhat gloating, he said, "Too bad, he bet on the wrong person."
Ling Lan did not reply, only rubbing Little Four's head. Ignoring Little Four's protests, she instructed, "In any case, send a copy of this person's information to Jijyun and Leopard. Tell them to be careful. During the group battle royale, this person might cause us some trouble."
After doing all this, Ling Lan turned her attention back to the arena. Right then, Zhang Jing-an's situation was not looking good, being suppressed by the opponent. This person was indeed Tongli's trump card. Zhang Jing-an, who was also a special-class operator, was no match for him.
"Senior Zhang is going to lose." Ling Lan said calmly. She estimated that there would be a few more moves before the final victor was decided. In Zhang Jing-an's condition, he would only be able to withstand 10 more moves at most.
Qiao Ting nodded and said, "Yes, but we don't know how many more moves he can withstand. The opponent is very strong. His ranking of 19 is probably the result of him being defeated by an ace operator early on. His strength is about the same as Zhao Jun's, so there is no doubt that he will enter the top 8. Zhang Jing-an's loss is not unjustified. "
Qiao Ting's words made Ling Lan pause. She had thought that Qiao Ting, who was also an ace operator, would be able to estimate the moves needed to determine the final victor like her. Unexpectedly, the truth was not so. Qiao Ting could see the final result, but he could not determine the moves needed to determine the final victor …
Just as Ling Lan was feeling puzzled, the two mecha in the arena exchanged another 7 or 8 moves. Then, the situation changed abruptly. Zhang Jing-an, who had initially only been at a disadvantage and had not completely lost, could not dodge in time and was struck directly in the chest by the opponent's cold weapon. The tremendous force sent Zhang Jing-an flying.
Before the flying Zhang Jing-an could even steady his mecha, the opponent had already pounced on him like a wolf or tiger. With three consecutive strikes, Zhang Jing-an's mecha was sent plummeting to the ground from mid-air …
10 moves! The final moves needed were indeed as Ling Lan had predicted — only 10 moves were needed! Why was she able to make such accurate judgments while Qiao Ting could not? Ling Lan thought hard about this question. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She remembered her innate talent, Profound Insight. Could it be this?
Thinking about it carefully, this was the only possibility. This made Ling Lan begin to take this innate talent of hers seriously. She had originally thought that Profound Insight only had the ability to see through an opponent's weakness, but now it looked like she had underestimated this innate talent too much. Profound Insight might still have other wonderful uses … perhaps, she should spend some time researching it.
In the learning space, Instructor Number One, who was sitting quietly at the peak of a mountain, sensed Ling Lan's thoughts. He opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed through them. Then, with a cold huff, he closed his eyes again and resumed his meditation.
Instructor Number One was very displeased that Ling Lan had only thought of understanding her innate talent Profound Insight now. He had told Ling Lan long ago that Profound Insight was the best of all innate talents. How could its ability be like a low-level innate talent like Animal Instinct, only capable of seeing through an opponent's weakness?
However, Instructor Number One was also very satisfied that Ling Lan had been able to discover this point so quickly. Once Ling Lan fully grasped Profound Insight … Instructor Number One did not want to think too deeply about it. That would definitely be a terrifying existence.
After the three consecutive strikes, Zhang Jing-an's points had already been deducted to zero. The referee immediately waved the red flag, stopping the opponent from attacking again. Ling Lan and the others waited for Zhang Jing-an to operate his mecha to stand up, and then the referee would announce the result.
Several seconds later, the fallen Zhang Jing-an still did not move. Ling Lan's and Qiao Ting's expressions changed slightly.
The referee on the field had also noticed this. He connected to Zhang Jing-an's commlink and called out anxiously. Faintly, he could hear groaning coming from the other end, and immediately knew that things were not looking good. He quickly called for the medical team to come over.
The medical team immediately rushed to the scene, along with several high-level hackers. Zhang Jing-an seemed to have fallen into a coma, unable to open his cockpit on his own. Thus, the hackers needed to first decipher the code of the cockpit and open the door before they could rescue Zhang Jing-an.
Ling Lan noticed this and immediately notified Little Four. Right after the hackers tried to decipher the code, Little Four broke into the cockpit and opened the door.
Zhang Jing-an was rescued, his entire body as limp as a puddle of mud. The attending military doctor went forward to examine him, and his expression changed drastically. He immediately placed Zhang Jing-an into a treatment pod that had been prepared beforehand, and swiftly contacted the transport aircraft that had been on standby outside the arena all this time to send the treatment pod out.
The match was announced to be paused for an indefinite amount of time. This announcement let Ling Lan and the others know that something big must have happened. In the livestream backstage, when Zhang Jing-an was rescued from his mecha, his injuries seemed a little off. It seemed to be several times more serious than they had imagined.
Bewildered, they repeatedly replayed the footage of Zhang Jing-an being KO-ed by three consecutive strikes. The opponent's attacks had been very clean, and the places he had attacked had not been against the rules, avoiding the cockpit … then why had Zhang Jing-an been so severely injured? This was too strange; they could not figure it out.
Ling Lan instructed Little Four to secretly infiltrate the military communications channel to get to the bottom of this matter.
Everyone waited patiently for the results. When Zhang Jing-an's opponent, that Tongli ace, returned backstage, he too had a look of shock on his face. He could not understand why Zhang Jing-an had been so severely injured either. The initially bustling backstage was now completely silent. Everyone was waiting for news, wanting to know what exactly was going on.
"Ah, it's General Ling Xiao!" In the quiet backstage, someone cried out in surprise, startling everyone back to their senses. Everyone burst into an uproar and squeezed before the large screen to catch a glimpse of General Ling Xiao's elegance. The initially heavy atmosphere was swept away in an instant.
Ling Xiao had not come to the combat arena alone. The vice president of the Federation had come with him, but everyone's attention was on Ling Xiao, so the vice president had very tragically become a backdrop. They approached Zhang Jing-an's mecha with grave expressions. With a single leap, Ling Xiao climbed into the cockpit, and when he came out, his expression was already very ugly …
He said a few words to the vice president, and the vice president's expression changed drastically, his face full of disbelief. Very soon, the two of them were back in the cockpit together. When they came out again, the vice president's expression was even more unpleasant than Ling Xiao's.
Very soon, all the military academies participating in the group mecha competition were notified that all the actual mecha would be re-examined by military experts. Only after ensuring that the mecha were safe would the mecha operators be allowed to board the mecha for the competition!
The moment this notice was out, there was an uproar! Everyone now understood what had happened to Zhang Jing-an!
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