Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr The night passed uneventfully. Early the next morning, Ling Lan and the other three arrived at the combat hall early. At this time, there were even fewer students in the combat hall, but more instructors had come instead. Their purpose for coming this time was to take in one or two talented children and teach them personally. This was also their responsibility as instructors.
Mind you, to be able to stay until the last day, they were definitely excellent seeds that had been washed out by the waves. They were moldable talents, definitely able to meet their requirements for taking in students. Of course, whether or not they could be taken in still depended on fate.
It should be known that for some strong people, taking in disciples was not purely based on talent — a large part of it was also based on fate.
The competition began very quickly. First up was the battle for the advancement of the top 13 to top 7. This time, the one with a bye was not Ling Lan, but the top student of Class-A, Li Yingjie.
Ling Lan saw the message on her communicator and could not help but speculate. Did the academy arrange for a bye based on a student's strength? If the next one with a bye was Wu Jiong or Zilong, then it would most likely be the case. This was because, in Ling Lan's eyes, Li Yingjie, Wu Jiong, and Zilong were all in the same class.
Ling Lan's opponent was the 9th student of Class-A, Qin Yi. She had seen Qin Yi's fighting style before — he was an intelligent fighter who liked to first get a feel for his opponent's strength before responding. Thus, his opening moves were almost always guerrilla warfare.
Ling Lan had never met such a combat opponent before. In the learning space, Instructor Number One advocated a one-hit kill, definitely belonging to the suppressive and purely offensive type. Instructor Number Nine's fighting philosophy was the most orthodox — counter soldiers with arms, water with an earth weir. It was a fighting style that emphasized dismantling one move at a time, one move for another. Instructor Number Five was evil, and his fighting style was even more evil — as long as he could win, he would do anything. Ling Lan recalled Instructor Number Five's methods, and could not help but shiver a little. Right then, she still felt cold all over — that period of training had almost destroyed her worldview.
Even Zilong, Luo Lang, and Han Jijun, who often sparred with Ling Lan, were no match for this kind of opponent. Zilong liked to go all out — fighting with him was the most intense and frenzied, so there was no need to think too much. Zilong did not give you any time to think of countermeasures or moves — you could only do that by rolling up your sleeves and ringing in the rain of his frenzied Ling Lan's Fighting Luo Lang's Editor.
. Ling Lan Ling's fighting style was all too familiar with Luo Lang's fighting.. because of that, Ling's fighting style. Ling Ling Luo, Ling. Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Luo was, Ling.
Han Jijun, on the other hand, was the weakest of the four of them. Knowing his own weaknesses, he liked to use unconventional moves when fighting with them, using a different fighting style each time. No one knew where he had collected so many fighting styles from, but unfortunately, because of his lack of strength, he did not have very good results. There were only a few times when Luo Lang had been caught off guard, allowing Han Jijun to win a few rounds against him. However, against Zilong and Ling Lan, who were stronger than him, Han Jijun had yet to achieve any results. This also proved that when there was a certain gap in strength, no matter how many schemes and tricks, no matter how many unconventional moves, it was all useless.
Because of this, Ling Lan began to take Qin Yi's match seriously. Of course, this did not mean that Ling Lan was worried that Qin Yi would bring trouble to her advancement. Rather, it was because fighting with different types of opponents could increase her combat experience, perhaps even give her some insight.
Meanwhile, Zilong was up against the seventh place of the class, Xu Zhizhi. Coincidentally, Xu Zhizhi's fighting style was about the same as Zilong's. It could be seen that this match was definitely a hot one.
Luo Lang, on the other hand, was more unlucky. He had been extremely unlucky these past few days, and in this round, he was actually up against the third place Ye Xu of Class-A. The children who could enter the top 3 of Class-A were all super geniuses, and were definitely outstanding in terms of combat. This was clearly going to be another tough battle.
Thus, when Luo Lang saw his opponent's name, his entire face fell, and he almost cried. This was undoubtedly a tough bone to chew. Even if he was lucky enough to win this match, he would probably be too exhausted to continue fighting. This meant that he could only stop here, not fated to fight in the next match. Mind you, the advancement of the top 7 into the top 4 was a series of matches. Without time to recover, would he still have any hope of winning?
The answer was definitely no... how could this not make him so sad that he wanted to cry?
Ling Lan raised a hand helplessly to pat Luo Lang on the shoulder, and said weakly, "Luo Lang, do your best!" She couldn't even bear to look at Luo Lang's sad little eyes. This sad child, how could he be so unlucky?
Zilong rubbed his chin, and said to Luo Lang with a serious expression, "Luo Lang, don't do bad things in the future."
Luo Lang was taken aback by these words, not understanding what Zilong meant for a moment.
Zilong looked like a child who couldn't be taught, shaking his head and saying, "Didn't Boss say that? Doing bad things to the extreme will damage your karma. "
"Zilong, I'm going to kill you." Only then did Luo Lang realise that he had been tricked by Zilong. He jumped up abruptly and pounced at Zilong. Zilong saw Luo Lang pouncing over and was delighted. Thus, the two of them ignored everyone else and began to throw punches and kicks at each other, not minding at all that they were the focus of everyone's attention.
These two careless brats... Ling Lan rolled her eyes and moved gloomily to one side with Han Jijun. The two of them began to whisper into each other's ears in tacit understanding, pretending to be onlookers.
Yes, they would definitely never admit that they knew these two idiots who didn't know what image was.
Zilong and Luo Lang's fierce fight attracted the attention of the other people in the combat hall. Among them, two well-built instructors had initially had a trace of boredom and impatience on their faces, but when they saw Zilong and Luo Lang fighting back and forth, the two of them instantly perked up.
"Not bad, not bad. The old dean didn't lie to us. This year's brats really do have some tricks up their sleeves," said one of the instructors with a grin.
The other person had a serious expression on his face. After watching Zilong and Luo Lang's consecutive moves, he replied, "Yes, these two brats have pretty good fundamentals."
Zilong and Luo Lang had been following Ling Lan for half a year now. While they might not have improved in other areas, their combat fundamentals were definitely much more solid than when they had first entered the academy. This was because the learning space had always emphasised the importance of the basics. Ling Lan had also imparted this philosophy to Zilong and the others during their usual training.
After watching for a while, the smiling instructor suddenly sighed and said, "Ah Tai, don't you find this scene very familiar?"
The stern-faced instructor looked at the other, seemingly confused.
"Thinking back, when I first met you, it was also at the Scout Academy. At that time, we also fought like this," said the smiling instructor with a face full of nostalgia.
Hearing this, the stern-faced instructor could not help but huff coldly and say, "Back then, you were always smiling all the time. Just looking at you was annoying." That said, he glanced at his good friend and said coldly, "Looking at you now, it's not much. Still annoying."
"Hells, aren't you still scaring people with that coffin face of yours?" The smiling instructor was annoyed, but even so, he still had a smile on his face. So, he had been born with a smiling face.
"You want a fight?" Coffin-face glanced sideways at Smiley-face, the fighting spirit in his eyes thick.
Only then did Smiley-face react, and he said gloomily, "F * ck, I almost fell for your trap. I'm not going to fight you, it's too troublesome." How could he have forgotten that his friend was a natural battle maniac? His hands would itch after not fighting for a day. Moreover, once he started fighting, he would not stop until the sky was dark and the earth was dark. He would never stop until he was completely exhausted.
Coffin-face knew that his provocation had failed, and his face was full of regret. This year, it was their batch of mech pilots' turn to enter the Scout Academy to teach for a year. Having just left the battlefield, they were really not used to this sort of dull life — they were born to be on the battlefield.
"Which child do you favour?" Smiley-face asked with interest.
"That crew-cut brat." Coffin-face was referring to Zilong.
"Yes, the crew-cut brat should be stronger. However, that pretty boy's physique is not bad. He's a promising talent." Smiley-face seemed to like Luo Lang more.
Hearing Smiley-face's words, Coffin-face's initially stern face became even more serious. He looked at Smiley-face seriously and said, "You want to take him in as a student? Initiate? Have you thought it through? "
The military world placed great importance on master-disciple relationships. Regardless of whether it was an initiate or a successor, once the relationship was established, it was impossible to avoid it for life. For example, if Smiley-face wanted to take Luo Lang in, even though he was just an initiate, it was as good as Smiley-face admitting that Luo Lang was part of his lineage. Luo Lang would be protected and nurtured by Smiley-face's lineage. In other words, whether Luo Lang's future was good or bad, it would all depend on Smiley-face.
"Yes, he's just an initiate." Smiley-face was still grinning, his face unconcerned.
"It's precisely because he's just an initiate that I need you to be more cautious." Coffin-face was a little angry now. If Smiley-face had taken in a successor, then he would have nothing to worry about, because whether it was mentor or disciple, they would all be grasshoppers on the same rope. Both would have to be responsible for the other, and their relationship would be equivalent to that of father and son.
But an initiate was different. It did not require the student to do anything, but required the mentor to do something. In other words, taking in an initiate was a one-sided effort and care from the mentor. If the initiate did not choose to become the mentor's successor in the end, then it meant that all the effort the mentor had put in had been wasted. In the end, the mentor would not even have the chance to complain, because this was all voluntary.
"It's rare to see someone I like. It's worth taking a little risk." Smiley-face seemed to have made up his mind.
Coffin-face knew that once his good friend had made up his mind, he would not change it. He could only sigh and say nothing more.
"Angry?" Smiley-face felt that his stubbornness was letting down his good friend who was concerned about him, so he could not help but nudge Coffin-face's shoulder and ask.
"No, I just made a decision," said Coffin-face calmly.
"What decision?" Smiley-face was very curious.
Coffin-face glanced at Smiley-face, and then said, "I've decided to take that crew-cut brat as my initiate."
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