Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
The four of them once again threw out punches at the same time. Han Yu stared at his scissor hand with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could cut it off. I told you to use scissors, I told you to use scissors. Can't you just extend three more fingers? His violent expression made passersby who happened to be looking in his direction retreat three feet in fright …
"My luck is too f * cking bad!" Han Yu gritted his teeth hatefully. The other three had all used rock, only he alone had used scissors. According to the rules, he would directly lose and be the last person to fight. It sounded nice to be the last to fight, but the problem was, the four people before him were all f * cking wolf-like bastards. Would they give him a chance to fight? Would they? Would they? Would they?? Even an idiot would know that this was absolutely impossible.
"This round doesn't count!" Han Yu overturned this result in exasperation. Having already lost so badly, he had long lost his gentlemanly demeanor of not going back on his word.
Mu Shaoyu and Qiao Ting, who were standing beside Han Yu, did not hesitate to use a grappling hand to fling Han Yu aside. Since you've lost, just stay on one side. What are you blabbering about?
They were not that stupid. They had already gotten rid of one competitor, how could they let him start all over again?
Seeing this, Zhao Jun, who had already won the right to fight first, comforted Han Yu gloatingly, "Han Yu, relax. You still have a chance in the next round!" This comforting tone of his instantly enraged the already sullen Han Yu. With a roar, he lunged forward alone.
The two of them did not use any physical skills, completely relying on their own strength to wrestle. That posture, that aura … it really embodied the true essence of classical wrestling.
Qiao Ting, Mu Shaoyu and Ling Lan all had calm expressions on their faces, ignoring the chaos around them. The three of them had unusually cold gazes, bursting with a strong fighting spirit. No one was willing to give up on the remaining two chances in the first three rounds. Everyone knew that no matter who entered the first three rounds, they would definitely not be soft-hearted and give the two people behind them a chance to fight …
"Ping Ling Ping Lang — — Cai!" The three of them shouted in unison, punching out at the same time …
Draw!
Draw!
Draw!
Ten consecutive draws were enough to prove that the battle between the three of them was extremely fierce. No one was willing to relax and take a step back.
"Senior Qiao, you are the number one in our military academy. You are the most suitable person to hold the line." After a long and fruitless battle, Ling Lan coldly glanced at the serious-looking Qiao Ting beside her and began to verbally harass him. In order to win, Ling Lan made a sinister move!
"That's right, Qiao Ting. You've already fought two matches in a row. You can't take all the good things. You'll be punished by the heavens. It's time for you to rest. It's our turn now." Mu Shaoyu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately joined in the criticism of his enemy.
Hearing this, Qiao Ting's eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of coldness. He retorted, "Junior Ling, as a junior, you should know how to respect your seniors. How can you compete with your seniors?!"
"That's right, that's right. Junior Ling, let the seniors have these two matches." Mu Shaoyu felt that Qiao Ting's words made a lot of sense. He immediately switched sides and stood on Qiao Ting's side, aiming his firepower at Ling Lan.
Fight, fight, fight! This way, he would have a chance to take advantage of the situation and get a spot in the top three … Mu Shaoyu's eyes flashed, his heart blooming with joy as he tried his best to fan the flames between the two of them.
Qiao Ting and Ling Lan seemed to have already gone all out. Their eyes met sharply, neither willing to back down.
Just as Mu Shaoyu thought that the two of them were irreconcilable and that a victor had to be decided, the two of them suddenly turned to look at Mu Shaoyu and shouted in unison, "Rock!"
Mu Shaoyu's reflexes were very strong. Without thinking, his hand had already reached out and obediently pulled out the rock.
Seeing Qiao Ting and Ling Lan pull out the rock, Mu Shaoyu was abnormally indignant. He pointed shakily at the two of them, looking like he was about to faint. "You two actually cheated! Too shameless! "
Sob sob sob … these two people were their leaders on the surface and in the dark. Where was their moral integrity? Mu Shaoyu's heart was full of tears, hating himself for reacting so quickly and accidentally falling into their trap.
"Idiot!" Qiao Ting and Ling Lan glanced coldly at Mu Shaoyu, their eyes full of contempt. With his level, he still wanted to fan the flames and take advantage of the situation?
Mu Shaoyu was Qiao Ting's old rival, so Qiao Ting was naturally well aware of Mu Shaoyu's strengths and weaknesses. Meanwhile, Ling Lan had also learned of Mu Shaoyu's characteristics from watching from the sidelines and the information Little Four had found. Qiao Ting and Ling Lan knew very well that among the three of them, the easiest opponent to deal with was Mu Shaoyu. If the two of them really went all out, both of them would definitely suffer, and then Mu Shaoyu would be the one to benefit.
Both of them were smart people. Of course, they would not give Mu Shaoyu the chance to take advantage of the situation. The moment their gazes met, they came to an agreement to work together and scheme against Mu Shaoyu.
The two of them retracted their disdainful gazes and met each other's gazes once more, preparing for the final showdown between them.
Qiao Ting and Ling Lan ignored him completely. Mu Shaoyu, who knew that the outcome could not be changed, squatted sorrowfully in a corner backstage to comfort his wounded little heart. He secretly bit down on his little handkerchief and jabbed it hatefully at the ground. Bad Ning, bad Ning, both of them are bad Ning …
Ling Lan and Qiao Ting's duel was a bloodbath. They both threw out their fists, and both threw rocks …
Ling Lan raised her head and said, "Senior Qiao should throw paper!"
Qiao Ting raised an eyebrow. When had this Junior Ling become so kind, willing to give him a handicap?
Then, he heard Ling Lan continue, "I'm very interested in scissors!"
Scissors my ass! Didn't you just want to win one round? Qiao Ting replied coldly, "I just like throwing rocks!" I'll win for sure! Brat!
Ling Lan raised her head and glanced calmly at Qiao Ting. Her eyes were so bright that Qiao Ting cursed internally …
"Senior Qiao, thank you for letting me win. Actually, I like to throw paper!" Ling Lan threw down these words. Without waiting for Qiao Ting's reply, she walked towards the staff and reported their order of appearance for this round.
"This brat!" Qiao Ting gritted his teeth in hatred. So f * cking annoying, actually setting up a verbal trap and letting the other take advantage of the moment he was not paying attention. However, it was all in the first three rounds, so Qiao Ting did not feel much dissatisfaction. He only felt that it was a pity that he had not been able to suppress the other.
Seeing Ling Lan go to submit the order of appearance, the already tired Han Yu finally stopped. Mu Shaoyu also recovered from the blow and stood up once more. The two of them looked at each other forlornly, mourning their misfortune together. They knew very well that they had no chance in this match again. Of the three people in front of them, excluding Qiao Ting, the remaining two — even if they did not want to admit it, they had to admit that they were indeed a little stronger than the two of them. The chances of them making a mistake and losing were very slim …
Just like that, amidst the grief of Han Yu and Mu Shaoyu, the curtains of the match between the First Men's Military Academy and the Jingan Military Academy began …
On the large screen, the list of opponents appeared. When they saw Zhao Jun's name appear, the Jingan Military Academy could not help but curse internally. How in the world did this First Men's Military Academy arrange their lineup, sending out their second strongest in the first match?
In the eyes of the crowd, Ling Lan, who had been hiding her true strength all this time, was ranked third or fourth among the five people from the First Men's Military Academy participating in the group battle. She was only slightly stronger than Han Yu and on par with Mu Shaoyu, but slightly weaker than Zhao Jun. Of course, she could not be compared to the ace operator Qiao Ting.
The reason why the crowd had this misconception was because Zhao Jun's performance in the single mecha combat tournament had been too outstanding. His record of being able to force a draw with an ace operator as a special-class operator was too shocking. This made everyone believe that Zhao Jun, this special-class operator, was an existence without equal below ace operator. Thus, it was only natural that he was regarded as the second strongest in the First Men's Military Academy after Qiao Ting.
Zhao Jun's appearance also made the people of Jingan lose all hope for the first match. How could they possibly be a match for someone who could force a draw with an ace operator? With this mentality of fear before the battle even started, the mecha operator from Jingan behaved very cautiously from the start of the match. He, who was not weak to begin with, was actually only able to display about 70% to 80% of his strength in this state of mind.
This made the gap between him and Zhao Jun even more obvious. Zhao Jun, who had initially wanted to have a good fight, cleanly used the cold weapon in his hand to knock the opponent's mecha down to the ground after 20 or so moves, easily obtaining victory for the first match.
Having lost the first match, the Jingan Military Academy could only place their hopes on the second match. In this match, they hoped that the one to fight would be Qiao Ting, using their second weakest person to wear down the First Men's Military Academy's strongest mecha operator. They also hoped that the First Men's Military Academy would send out someone of average strength, allowing them to take the first match …
After 15 minutes of rest, the screen that had been dark finally showed some images and words. "First Men's Military Academy VS Jingan Military Academy; Second Match: Ling Lan VS Zhu Jing."
"It's Ling Lan! That super newbie who created a new technique! " The appearance of Ling Lan's name caused a stir in the audience, even more enthusiastic than when Zhao Jun had appeared. It looked like the appearance of a new technique had indeed given Ling Lan a certain amount of fame within the Federation.
When Jingan saw that the First Men's Military Academy had sent out this person for the second match, their hearts instantly sank. Compared to Ling Lan, they were more willing to go up against Han Yu and Mu Shaoyu, because they were very familiar with those two. They had studied their control and attack methods thoroughly, and had also done targeted training for them. Against them, Jingan was confident that they had a chance of winning …
However, Ling Lan was a very mysterious person. He did not excel in single mecha combat, and in the group combat competition, he had only fought twice. These two chances had allowed them to witness his outstanding long-range operations, as well as his perfect basic attacks … but that was all there was to it!
Everyone knew that a special-class operator could not possibly only master basic attacks. He definitely had some sure-kill techniques that represented special-class operators … this was undoubtedly dangerous. Without knowing what the opponent's ultimate move was, there was no way to talk about defence. Then, it would be very easy for the opponent to turn the tables at a crucial moment. This was also one of the reasons why Jingan was wary of Ling Lan.
"I hope Zhu Jing performs well and takes this match!" Jingan's strongest mecha operator, who was also their team leader, could only place his hopes on Zhu Jing in the end. If Zhu Jing could successfully take this match, then they would have hope of obtaining the final victory.
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