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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Ling Lan's right hand subconsciously tapped the armrest of the sofa. Her gaze was serious. 'I hope this brat doesn't ruin my plans.'
In the arena, although Wang Ke wanted to take advantage of Zilong's lack of stamina to defeat him, Zilong was used to being tortured by Ling Lan. He was constantly on the verge of collapse, so Wang Ke's attacks didn't put too much pressure on him. In addition, in terms of combat experience, Zilong was much more experienced than Wang Ke. Very quickly, Zilong adapted to the situation.
However, Wang Ke was, after all, an elite nurtured by the Doha Central Scout Academy. His mentality was surprisingly good — even though he had the upper hand all this while and was only a hair's breadth away from defeating Qi Long, he was still able to restrain his urge to win and fight steadily. This made everyone in the monitoring room nod their heads in approval. They all thought that this person was a talent with great potential. He was someone that Lingtian could focus on nurturing into a team leader.
"What do you guys think about this Wang Ke's performance?" Ling Lan suddenly asked the people around her.
Luo Lang was the first to answer. "Not bad. His fighting style is steady. He doesn't act rashly. He plans carefully before acting."
Luo Lang's words were approved by the others. Xie Yi added, "Although Zilong's condition isn't good, his physical skills level is still at least one level higher than Wang Ke's. Wang Ke isn't afraid at all. His mentality is very good."
After hearing Luo Lang and Xie Yi's words, Ling Lan looked at Han Jijun.
Han Jijun felt Boss's gaze and knew that he had to answer. Thus, he said seriously, "My physical skills level is lower than everyone's. What I can see, everyone can see. I just feel that if we really want to win, this kind of conservative fighting style won't be effective."
His words made Luo Lang and Xie Yi smile faintly. Although they acknowledged Wang Ke's performance, they did not think that Wang Ke could defeat Zilong. Han Jijun's words were actually exactly what they wanted to say.
At this moment, Han Jijun turned his gaze to the screen. He watched the two people fighting in the ring and continued, "Zilong is not someone who can be defeated by just stalling for time." His eyes were filled with trust. He believed that his best friend would not be defeated so easily.
Lin Zhong-qing agreed. "I agree with Jijyun's words. Zilong's physique is the most monstrous I've ever seen. Often, you would think that he would collapse in the next second, but as long as the pressure doesn't exceed his limit, no matter how you attack him, you won't be able to defeat him." Lin Zhong-qing looked at Ling Lan with admiration. "Only Boss's terrifying attack power can instantly crush Zilong's endurance. I've never seen another person who can truly defeat him in terms of physical skills." At most, both sides would suffer. Just like in the freshmen arena battle, Zilong's resistance to pressure was too monstrous.
Ling Lan's eyes flashed with approval at the four people's answers. She was very happy that everyone could see this point. It wasn't that being steady wasn't a good thing, it just depended on the situation. Wang Ke's choice of a steady fighting style wasn't a problem, but he had neglected a problem. If Qi Long wasn't given enough pressure, it would be impossible to wear him down with time alone. To defeat Zilong, one must use a torrential barrage of attacks to make Zilong unable to catch his breath. Only then would one be able to defeat him.
When Wang Ke chose to be conservative and conservative, he had already lost the chance to defeat Zilong.
"That means you don't think Wang Ke will win." Ling Lan smirked.
This question was answered in unison by Luo Lang and the others, "Of course!" It was impossible for Wang Ke to defeat Qi Long with just one person.
As expected, the moment they finished speaking, the situation in the arena changed. Zilong, who had been passively defending, moved.
"Zilong has made his move!" Han Jijun shouted excitedly. Out of everyone present, he was the one who cared the most about Zilong. Although he believed that Zilong would win, he still couldn't help but worry. When he saw that Zilong had finally counterattacked, he was so happy that he jumped up and down.
After his excitement, he saw Luo Lang and the others looking at him in shock. He felt that he had lost his composure, so he immediately hid his expression and sat down solemnly. He explained to Luo Lang and the others, "We must let the freshmen see that even if Lingtian is exhausted, not everyone can defeat Lingtian's regiment commander."
"Oh ~!" The three of them replied with a strange drawl, making Han Jijun blush. He glanced at Ling Lan gloomily. It was all Boss's fault for exhausting their energy. The originally uneventful assessment had become so thrilling. Dealing with a mere Wang Ke had made him lose his composure.
Ling Lan noticed Han Jijun's slightly resentful gaze, and her lips curled up slightly. Ever since the fifth year senior had left, other than her, Zilong had become the person with the highest physical skills level in the entire military academy. Although Zilong and the others were still practicing diligently under her pressure, compared to last year, they were obviously slacking off. This was also why Ling Lan was so cruel to exhaust their energy before the match. If she could make Zilong enter a life and death situation because of this, that would be the best. Even if they didn't, she could make them remember the pain of exhausting their energy. She wanted them to understand that levels were not absolute. If there were external factors, the weak could still defeat them.
Just as Han Jijun had said, Zilong made his move. After holding on bitterly for a few minutes, he finally used his innate talent, Animal Instinct, to sense a fatal weakness in Wang Ke's attack.
Zilong trusted his intuition very much. Without thinking, he used the weak Qi-Jin he had painstakingly accumulated in this period of time and punched fiercely at the spot he wanted to hit.
Wang Ke seemed to have no openings, but just as Zilong's punch was about to hit him, his originally well-protected chest, because of his next attack, his left hand, which had been guarding that area all this time, moved downwards, revealing an opening.
"Bang!" a loud sound was heard!
Qi Long's fist landed accurately on Wang Ke's chest. Although the force behind the punch wasn't great, the shock caused by the punch cut off the blood flow to his heart. Wang Ke's chest tightened, and the Qi-Jin circulating in his body was cut off. Wang Ke flew out uncontrollably.
Before he had a chance to regain control of his body in mid-air, Zilong had already flown up and landed another powerful punch on his shoulder, sending Wang Ke flying out of the large arena.
Wang Ke did a somersault in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground. Zilong had controlled his strength very well, only sending Wang Ke flying without injuring him. That was why Wang Ke was able to dissipate the force in mid-air and land unscathed. Zilong had held back, making Wang Ke feel a little embarrassed. After all, he had used his full strength on the arena and hadn't held back.
Wang Ke looked up at the arena and a trace of admiration appeared on his face. Below the arena, he bowed and said, "I lost. Thank you, Senior Zilong, for your guidance."
As expected of the valedictorian of the last two batches. Even if he wasn't in his best condition, he still wasn't someone he could defeat. Wang Ke couldn't help but think, if Regiment Commander Zilong's body was at its peak condition, how many attacks would he be able to take? At this moment, Wang Ke really wished that he could join the Lingtian Mecha Clan. If he had the chance in the future, he would be able to fight Regiment Commander Zilong again.
Zilong stood on the arena and nodded at Wang Ke. As the examiner of this match, he was also very satisfied with Wang Ke's performance. He felt that Wang Ke had not disgraced their Doha Central Scout Academy and was fully deserving of this valedictorian title.
Zilong was just about to drag his tired feet down the arena when, at this moment, if one looked closely at Zilong, they would see that Zilong's clothes were soaked from head to toe with sweat. Although he had defeated Wang Ke, Zilong had also expended a Herculean effort. He could feel that his entire body was exhausted to the extreme, and his limbs were numb and sluggish. Right now, even a three year old child would probably be able to push him over.
The freshmen below the arena looked at each other. They all knew that this was the best chance to defeat Team Leader Zilong, and were all very tempted. However, everyone was also worried that if they really went up, would the examiners think that they were unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals and create a bad impression of them? After all, this was not a competition where the winner was determined by victory or defeat. Whether they could enter the mecha clan or not depended on the examiners' approval.
Just as they were hesitating, a cold voice suddenly rang out throughout the entire training field. "Anyone who defeats Zilong will not only be able to join the Lingtian Mecha Clan, they will also receive an additional reward. Their battle clan will be directly promoted to the ranks of Lingtian's first-string battle clans."
This voice made the initially hesitant freshmen's eyes light up, and they became resolute. The freshmen knew that this cold voice must have belonged to the first regiment commander of Lingtian, Ling Lan. Only Ling Lan could make this kind of promise of defeating the second regiment commander and still receive their approval. Since the highest leader of the Lingtian Mecha Clan had given this order, what else did they have to worry about?
Those who could enter the First Men's Military Academy were all people with ambition. They all wanted to advance to the next level. Regardless of whether they had a battle clan or not, they all hoped that their starting point would be higher than others and that their future would be better than others.
After the people in the monitoring room saw Ling Lan press the external communication button and mercilessly announce this news, they couldn't help but pity Zilong. With such a cold and heartless boss who liked to torture his subordinates, Zilong's life was really tragic.
Of course, there were also some who envied Zilong, such as Gao Jinyun. Knowing Boss Ling Lan, he knew that this was definitely a way for Ling Lan to train Regiment Commander Zilong. He felt some regret. Although he had worked hard to perform well and had indeed made Boss remember him, that was all there was to it. If they wanted to receive personal guidance from Boss, only a group of people who had been by his side from the beginning would have this chance …
Gao Jinyun was a bit disappointed, but he quickly pulled himself together. Although he was a few steps behind those senior members, he wasn't too late. He believed that as long as he continued to follow Boss, there would always be a chance. There would always be a chance … Gao Jinyun thought of the information that Lin Zhong-qing had accidentally revealed to him one time. He clenched his fists tightly and told himself that he must continue to work hard. He must enter the 23rd Division in his fifth year! That would be his only chance to truly follow Boss Lan.
Ling Lan's words made Zilong's entire body freeze. He looked towards the monitoring room opposite him with a resentful gaze. "Boss, do you really like to see me get defeated that much?"
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