Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr This was Ling Lan's innate talent. It was a mystical ability that would appear when one's spiritual power reached a certain threshold. Ling Lan herself wasn't sure what it was, but she felt that it was very useful. As long as she could see the opponent's moves clearly, she would be able to see the opponent's weakest point.
Ling Lan wasn't sure, but Number One in the learning space knew what it was. It was because of this that Number One had unsealed Number Five, wanting to cultivate a monstrous Ling Lan. It couldn't be helped — this innate talent was really too rare. Even in Number One's high-levelled country, children with this kind of innate talent were extremely rare, perhaps even unique. It was the most precious special innate talent for combat — — Insight, the perfect innate talent most suited to mecha operators.
Ling Lan's mind moved: should she attack the opponent's weak point, or should she test it out as the opponent wished?
Ling Lan made her decision instantly. She chose to observe the opponent's move first. Ling Lan was confident — she believed that even if she were to concede another move, the final outcome would not change. This was not blind confidence, but proof of strength.
Besides, she was also somewhat curious — what was Qin Yi's follow-up move?
Having made her decision, Ling Lan made the response Qin Yi had been hoping for. Her right hand clenched into a fist, and she assumed an attacking posture, meeting the opponent's attack head-on.
Qin Yi's eyes flashed darkly, and with a flick of his wrist, his entire arm actually moved like a snake, twisting and turning. Following Ling Lan's right arm, his arm quickly wrapped around it, and finally caught a firm grip on Ling Lan's right arm.
Caught him! Right then, Qin Yi's eyes showed a trace of pleasant surprise, somewhat surprised that he had been able to succeed in one move.
Qin Yi believed that as long as he could control Ling Lan, he would have a chance at victory.
But was that really the case? Before the pleasant surprise in Ling Qin's heart had dissipated, before he could follow up with his follow-up move, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder as a strong force struck him. At the same time, he felt his vision suddenly change — the Ling Lan in his line of sight had suddenly become that unscalable roof of the combat hall. The hand that had been holding onto Ling Lan's right arm felt as if it had grabbed onto a slippery eel, instantly slipping out of his grasp...
With a "bang", Qin Yi's body was forcefully smashed onto the ground of the combat hall. The intense pain in his body left him somewhat at a loss. He struggled to prop up his upper body and saw Ling Lan standing at the edge of the high ring, looking down at him with a cold expression...
Looking down? Qin Yi suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had fallen below the ring. In other words, he had already lost this fight. According to the rules of the competition, once a fighter was knocked out of the ring, he would immediately lose.
What was going on? He had clearly caught Ling Lan, and victory was clearly in front of him. Why was he knocked out of the ring in the end? In this battle, he had lost in a baffling manner. Ling Qin hammered his fists against the ground in frustration, his heart filled with dissatisfaction.
Seeing Qin Yi's disgruntled expression, the tutor sighed softly. The difference in strength between Qin Yi and Ling Lan was just too great, so Qin Yi had no idea how he had lost to Ling Lan.
However, this was not the time to clear up Qin Yi's confusion. He shouted decisively, "This sentence, Ling Lan wins, successfully advancing to the top 7."
Perhaps the other children were all confused, but the spectating tutors saw everything clearly. At that time, Qin Yi had successfully entangled Ling Lan's right arm, and just as he had caught hold of it, Ling Lan's fingers, which had been clenched into a fist, suddenly spread open, and the length of the extended fingers just happened to touch Qin Yi's shoulder.
Of course, this little bit of contact was not enough to send Qin Yi flying, but the tutors were all experienced fighters with keen eyesight. They saw that Ling Lan's spread open fingers had trembled several times in the instant that they had touched Qin Yi. This allowed the tutors to quickly deduce that the technique Ling Lan had used was some kind of secret technique similar to the second One-Inch Punch, which had the effect of stacking strength.
However, because the tutors had not personally fought Ling Lan, they could not determine the strength of this secret technique of Ling Lan's, so they did not know how many times Ling Lan had stacked strength. However, this strength was not small, otherwise Qin Yi would not have been knocked out of the ring so easily.
Ling Lan's impressive performance made the eyes of the tutors brighten. They nodded one after another, their faces full of surprise. A few of them were even more restless, wanting to come forward and accept Ling Lan as an initiate disciple. However, when they saw that the gazes of the surrounding tutors were all focused on Ling Lan in the ring, these tutors could only stop in their tracks and sigh in their hearts. They knew that this matter was not so simple; there were too many competitors.
In the academy, tutors were free to choose their initiate disciples, and there was no limit to the number. Similarly, students also had the right to choose the initiate teacher they wanted, but students could only choose one tutor. In other words, if these tutors wanted to become Ling Lan's initiate teacher, they had to make Ling Lan choose them willingly, which was undoubtedly very difficult. The tutors of the academy all had their own advantages, and no one knew who Ling Lan would choose.
Not to mention Qin Yi's gloominess, Ling Lan immediately left the ring after hearing the referee tutor's announcement. Qin Yi's moves were somewhat novel to her — she had not expected a human arm to be able to twist into a fried dough twist. It seemed that although her previous foundational physical skills had been expanded to the limits of a human, at the very least it was still within the range of what a human could do. Unlike Qin Yi's... Seeing him coil around her arm like a snake, Ling Lan felt her teeth ache, and she sucked in a deep breath of cold air.
Damn it, she just hated these kind of limbless, wriggling creatures. Even if she had touched a lot of them, killed a lot of them, and eaten a lot of them, hate was hate. This kind of mentality could not be expelled through killing.
Not long after Ling Lan left the ring, Class-A's second place Wu Jiong also came down. His opponent was the weakest of them all, the original fourteenth in Class-A.
Wu Jiong's strength was clearly superior to his opponent's by a notch, and on top of that, Wu Jiong was an extremely fast attacker, forcing his opponent to passively fall into his rhythm. In the end, his opponent was unable to parry Wu Jiong's punch, and was sent flying out of the ring, being declared the loser on the spot. Because of the speed of the attacks, although Wu Jiong was only slightly slower than Ling Lan in leaving the ring, they had already exchanged more than forty blows.
After that, a few more students came down one after another. Zilong was the fourth student from Class-A to advance to the top 7. Seeing Zilong's excited expression, Ling Lan knew that Zilong must have had a great time fighting, otherwise he would not have looked so satisfied.
"How did it feel to fight with such an opponent?" Ling Lan could not help but ask curiously.
Zilong's mouth split into a wide grin and he said, "It was exhilarating. When I'm bored in the future, I can look for that punk to fight." This match had been a truly passionate and lively fight, allowing Zilong to thoroughly release the exuberant energy in his body for once.
Hearing this, Ling Lan silently mourned for Xu Zhizhi. Being pestered by this fighting maniac, she could foresee Xu Zhizhi's miserable days of torment in the future.
"You... don't go too far." Ling Lan said weakly. Since they were fortunate enough to be classmates, she had to save Xu Zhizhi's future no matter what.
"Don't worry, Boss. I'm restraining myself. I won't hurt him." At this point, Zilong immediately looked plaintively at Ling Lan. "If Boss was willing to fight with me, I wouldn't have looked for him. It's still more exciting to fight with you, Boss."
Every time he sparred with Ling Lan, although he was always the one being tormented, he always felt that he had become a little stronger afterward. So, from the bottom of his heart, he really wanted to spar with Ling Lan. Unfortunately, Ling Lan had been unwilling to fight for some time, making him very depressed.
Hearing Zilong's words, Ling Lan shuddered and immediately replied, "Xu Zhizhi's skills are not bad. He's a good opponent. Zilong, you have good taste." Better to die than to die. Xu Zhizhi, just sacrifice yourself! Ling Lan decisively threw what little affection she had left for her classmate into the distant outer space.
Hells, if she really got entangled with this brat Zilong, she would really have to spend her days and nights in the combat world. She really couldn't afford to be hurt like that.
Zilong nodded profusely at Ling Lan's words. He also thought that he had made a good choice. As someone who liked to fight, he had no choice but to be tormented by Ling Lan. Fighting with Luo Lang and Han Jijun, he found it a little difficult to be ruthless, so he hadn't been able to fight to his heart's content. Now that he had found Xu Zhizhi, who was also fighting openly and crazily, he didn't feel any burden when fighting, so his mood was exceptionally good.
Zilong had already planned it out. If Boss Lan was free, he would find Boss Lan to spar (torture himself). If Boss Lan wasn't free, he would find Xu Zhizhi to spar (torture others). When Xu Zhizhi ran out of energy, he would then spar with Luo Lang and Han Jijun...
It couldn't be helped. Who asked Zilong's stamina to be so freakishly good that he had no choice but to use fighting to exhaust his excessive energy?
"Your stamina shouldn't be a problem now, right?" Ling Lan was a little worried that Zilong would overdo it due to his eagerness to hunt.
When Zilong heard this, he quickly shook his head. He could not bear this accusation. He waved his arms vigorously, telling Ling Lan that he still had plenty of stamina.
Although Zilong looked carefree and a little careless on the outside, he was definitely not a reckless person. Instead, he was the type of person who pretended to be a fool. He knew in his heart that playing was playing, but there had to be a limit. Advancing from 13 to 7 was not the end. The next round of 7 to 4 would follow closely behind. If he really overdid it and exhausted most of his stamina, if he really lost, even if he forgave himself, he believed that his boss Ling Lan would not let him go. She would definitely personally slaughter him.
After half a year of interaction, Zilong understood very well what Ling Lan's creed was. Ling Lan only believed in one thing, and that was that if you could win, you must never lose. If the outcome was uncertain, you must find a way to win. If the outcome was certain, you must avoid it if possible. If you couldn't avoid it... then you must create all possible conditions to win.
In other words, Ling Lan was a person who hated failure. This was a type of obsessive-compulsive disorder that Ling Lan had brought over from her previous life. In her previous life, Ling Lan had to pay with her life if she lost. Ling Lan could not afford to lose.
Meanwhile, Zilong, as Ling Lan's follower, could not easily admit defeat, and could not drop the ball at a critical moment. Unless Zilong no longer wanted to acknowledge Ling Lan as his boss...
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