Li Yingjie had originally wanted to launch a probing attack to test out Zilong's abilities, but he had not expected that just as he thought about it, the opponent's right fist would appear before his eyes. It came at him ferociously, the wind from the fist causing his face to ache dully.
Li Yingjie reacted quickly, leaning backwards to put some distance between the two of them, crossing his arms to block...
"Bam!" There was a soft sound, the sound of a fist hitting flesh. Li Yingjie was forced back three steps before he managed to dissipate the force of Zilong's punch. However, this retreat also caused him to lose the initiative.
Zilong took advantage of the opponent's lack of space to launch a flurry of attacks at Li Yingjie. This was Zilong's favourite fighting style to begin with, and he was truly adept at it. In the first few rounds of advancement, his opponents had all been thoroughly defeated by Zilong's frenzied attacks. It should be known that opponents who did not get excited easily and were slow to get into the zone would find it very difficult to adapt to Zilong's unreasonable attacks.
Zilong's ferocious attacks made the spectating instructors nod in approval, thinking that this kid was very good at seizing opportunities and had strong instincts, a natural born fighter.
Coffin-face, who had been watching Zilong's battle intently from the sidelines, saw this scene and his expression turned serious, as if thinking about something.
Seeing this, Smiley-face could not help but ask curiously, "What did you discover?"
"Let's keep watching. If it's really the one I think it is... Yun Ye, then maybe, I've hit the jackpot." Coffin-face's initially calm eyes were now shining with a strange light — it looked like his emotions were anything but calm.
Smiley-face knew his good friend very well, and knew that his friend would not speak unless he was certain of something. He did not continue to ask, but instead focused on watching Zilong and Li Yingjie's match, hoping that he could see something. Smiley-face knew very well who his good friend was excited about.
Although Li Yingjie was so arrogant that he was annoying, even annoying, it could not be denied that Li Yingjie's own abilities were not bad, and his foundations were extremely solid. Although he was caught off guard by Zilong's ferocious attack, he was flustered. However, it didn't take long for him to stabilize the situation. Although he was still in a passive position, he found many opportunities to fight back. His performance was recognized by many of the instructors present.
Of course, this didn't mean that Li Yingjie had turned the tables and was on par with Zilong. In fact, Zilong still had the upper hand. If Li Yingjie wanted to turn the situation around, it was basically impossible for him to do so within a hundred moves.
Li Yingjie also understood that the current situation was unfavorable to him. This was also the first time he was at a disadvantage in a fight. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Ever since he had entered the Central Scout Academy, his father had told him that the first ranking competition was very important. It wasn't important in terms of the treatment one would receive after the ranking was confirmed, but rather, it was a kind of test that would eliminate the sand in the sea, allowing the most outstanding students to receive the most outstanding instructors' guidance. This was the Initiation Program of the Central Scout Academy, and was unique to the Central Scout Academy.
However, only a very small number of children would be given this opportunity. Moreover, the Initiation Program was extremely secretive, and the method of education was also one-to-one. Other than the selected children who would know about this, most of the other children would not know about this secret at all.
Of course, this secret was not a secret at all to some of the old aristocratic families or the upper echelons of power. Therefore, they would remind their children to be aware of this in advance. This was also why Li Yingjie knew about it beforehand.
In truth, the Central Scout Academy was also well aware that the secrecy of this program was only targeted at normal citizens. However, the academy didn't mind, because the children with great potential and outstanding ability were usually from these aristocratic families or the upper echelons of power. After all, these people had excellent genes, so their descendants would not be too bad.
Although Li Yingjie was a little impatient, the solid foundation he had laid down in the Li family allowed him to be patient. He exchanged close to a hundred moves with Zilong. He had initially thought that the situation would slowly improve, but after a hundred moves, he found that he was still in a passive position. At this time, his heart began to become restless, and he became more and more impatient.
Seeing this, Smiley-face raised an eyebrow. "Ah Tai, looks like the victor is about to be decided."
Coffin-face nodded. "The flattop brat's opponent doesn't seem to be very patient. This is a good opportunity, but whether or not he can grasp it will depend on what the flattop brat does." If things were as he thought, then that brat would not lose...
Li Yingjie decided that he couldn't continue tangling with Zilong. He needed to seize the initiative and quickly win this match to advance to the finals. Only then would he have a chance to be nurtured by the strongest instructor.
Li Yingjie only needed to make this decision in his heart, and the aura around him changed. That initial bit of impatience disappeared in an instant, and all that was left of him was darkness.
The spectating students might not have been able to sense this change in aura, but the gazes of the spectating instructors all turned serious. Smiley-face and Coffin-face were among them, especially Coffin-face — he had discreetly secured a Federation coin in his hand, just in case.
At this time, Zilong didn't seem to sense anything different about Li Yingjie. His attacks did not stop, but instead became even more intense.
Coffin-face's eyes turned cold, and his expression became even more serious. Could it be that Zilong had also sensed the danger, and was attacking with all his might?
Li Yingjie blocked continuously, his feet retreating in an orderly fashion. Meanwhile, his gaze had become extremely calm, and there was even a faint murderous intent.
No matter how crazy Zilong was, there would always be a pause in his attacks, and Li Yingjie was waiting for this pause. If he wanted to take down Zilong in one hit, he needed to put enough distance between them, otherwise he would be completely entangled by Zilong, unable to spare any time to use his trump card.
That's right, Li Yingjie was so confident because he still had a powerful trump card. His father had warned him not to use this trump card carelessly, because this was a killing technique of the Li family, a combat technique that had been passed down in the Li family for thousands of years.
With some distance, Li Yingjie finally got into the pose of the Li family's sure-kill technique...
Seeing this, Coffin-face's expression changed slightly. His fingers flipped over, and the coin in his palm was already sandwiched between his index and middle fingers. As long as Zilong attacked, he would shoot out the coin to knock Zilong out of the opponent's attack range.
Just as everyone thought that Zilong would still charge forward to attack Li Yingjie, Zilong did something that startled everyone. Zilong, who had been preparing to attack, suddenly sensed something. His brows furrowed, and he actually stopped in his tracks. Not only that, he also rapidly retreated, pulling away from Li Yingjie.
When Zilong stopped, his posture had already changed from an attacking stance to a defensive one. His expression was cautious, as if he was very concerned about Li Yingjie.
Seeing this, Coffin-face's initially expressionless face suddenly became agitated, and he retracted the coin between his fingers. He said quickly, "That's right, this is it, this is it."
"Ah Tai, what in the world is it?" Smiley-face saw that Coffin-face was still confused after staring at him for so long, and finally could not help but ask again.
"Don't panic, Yunye. Wait until the outcome is out, then I'll explain it to you." Coffin-face was not in the mood to explain things to his good friend at this moment. His bright, spirited eyes were fixed on Zilong, his gaze full of desire. He had initially wanted to take Zilong in as an initiate disciple because of Smiley-face, but now, he was sincere about it.
Watching the fight, Han Jijun's expression also became serious. Although he could not sense the change in Li Yingjie's aura as accurately as the instructor, he could still vaguely sense that something was off. Coupled with Li Yingjie's strange posture, Han Jijun knew that things were not looking good. The clever Han Jijun instantly guessed that Li Yingjie must have pulled out his hidden trump card, because this kind of slightly frightening posture had not appeared in the previous few matches.
At this time, Han Jijun could not help but mutter to himself — no wonder the top of the rankings over the years had always been occupied by the descendants of these ancient aristocratic families — they really had a lot of resources. It should be known that for middle-class families like theirs in the military system, being able to learn a high-level military basic combat technique was already considered super lucky. But for the ancient aristocratic families, there was more than one set of similar combat techniques — there were many types, and there were even some true inherited combat techniques, such as the Li family.
The two of them faced off just like that, and this time, Zilong showed rare patience, actually not attacking impulsively.
How could this Zilong be so lucky? It should be known that the stance he was using now was the Li family's strongest defensive counterattack — as long as Zilong attacked, he would be able to take advantage of the moment to attack the opponent's fatal weakness, achieving a one-hit kill. Unfortunately, Zilong was unwilling to attack...
It was not that Li Yingjie had not considered the possibility that the opponent had seen through his move, but he had quickly dismissed this notion. This was because his father had once said that opponents who had seen the Li family's death combat techniques had all died, so there was no way Zilong could know what he was up to.
In the end, the one who lost in the battle of patience was still Li Yingjie. Li Yingjie decided not to wait any longer, because this was not his only killing move — he still had many other active killing moves.
And so, Li Yingjie changed his stance. He took the initiative to charge at Zilong, arriving at Zilong's side in an instant. Two fingers of his left hand pointed directly at Zilong's right side, while his right hand straightened like a blade...
Seeing this, Zilong was stunned, and then without even thinking, his right hand clenched into a fist to meet the opponent's left fingers.
Coffin-face's drooping right hand once again held that small coin between his fingers.
"Bam!" Once again, their bodies collided, and the two figures were sent flying.
"Ah!" Following a wretched cry, two loud thuds rang out in quick succession. The two figures who had taken the blow head-on were unable to withstand the other's strength, and fell heavily to the ground.
After one of the figures crashed into the stage, he rolled and bounced up once more, falling straight out of the stage to land at the bottom of the stage.
Meanwhile, the other figure actually managed to carve out a deep scratch on the stage, and then quickly slid towards the edge of the stage. Just as he was about to slide off the stage, that person's left hand formed a claw and struck decisively at the ground of the stage.
His fingers dug into the ground, but even so, a 3 cm long scratch mark was left on the surface of the stage. However, it was also because of this force that this person managed to stop his falling body. Then, with a flip of his body, he once again stood firmly at the edge of the stage, telling everyone that the winner of this battle was him, and no one else.
The referee teacher stood by the side of the stage, glancing at the figure below the stage, and then at the student who had already regained his footing. His expression was one of surprise — looks like grade 1 Class-A is really going to be turned upside down.
"I announce, the winner of the finals is — — Zilong!"
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