Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Following this exclamation, Li Yingjie also stood up from below the stage. His face was filled with shock, as if he had not expected this outcome.
"How? How did you know that was my only weakness?" Seeing Zilong preparing to leave the stage, Li Yingjie could not help but ask. The strongest killing move was also the greatest weakness. Most people would not choose to fight in such a way that both sides would be heavily injured. While there was still room for choice, Qi Long had still chosen to attack that point. This puzzled him no matter how he thought about it.
Zilong scratched his head and thought hard for a while before saying, "I don't know. It's just that my instincts told me that this was how it should be, so my fist went there."
Of course, he did not mention that he had once been defeated by a similar move by Ling Lan and had almost lost his life. He had once asked Ling Lan if she had a way to counter it, and Ling Lan had felt bad for injuring Zilong by mistake. Thus, she had analysed that move and told him that the strongest point was often his weakest point. Choosing to dodge was tantamount to walking into the opponent's trap.
However, during the fight, Zilong had no time to think so much. He only remembered one thing — the more dangerous the situation was, the more he could not dodge. Thus, after a momentary pause, he decided to listen to his heart and attack the spot he thought he could attack. Reality proved that his heart had not lied to him.
Zilong's answer made Li Yingjie's face flush red. He thought that Zilong was just making up an excuse for not telling him the reason. Right then, rage surged in his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to tear that despicable Zilong to shreds.
However, at the same time, a trace of worry rose in his heart. He now suspected that the Li family's top secret killing move had been leaked. If that was the case, then the blow to the Li family would be devastating. After all, the reason the Li family had been able to establish themselves in the Federation and pass down their thousands of years of legacy was largely due to this set of deadly combat arts. Li Yingjie decided that once the qualifiers were over, he would definitely report this news to his father so that he could find out who betrayed the Li family...
Li Yingjie wasn't the only one who didn't believe Zilong's words. Even the onlookers didn't believe him. Of course, as Zilong's best friend, Han Jijun knew that Zilong was telling the truth because he knew how strong Zilong's animal instincts were.
There was another person who also believed Zilong's words, and that was Coffin-face, who was watching from the sidelines. He looked as if this was how it should be, which made Smiley-face even more confused. He was just about to ask the other when Coffin-face suddenly tugged at his shirt, indicating for him to follow him.
After replying to Li Yingjie, Qi Long slowly walked down the arena and walked towards Han Jijyun who was waiting for him. Before he could greet Han Jijyun, from the corner of his eye, he saw two youths dressed in instructor attire who clearly had a military style walking towards him. He could not help but be stunned.
"Student, excuse me, how should I address you?" asked one of the tall men with a cold expression.
At this time, a few of the other instructors who had been about to make a move saw these two approaching and instantly stopped in their tracks, smiling wryly. They knew that they were not fated to be with that brat who fought rather crazily — they didn't dare to compete with those two ruthless fellows for an initiate disciple.
Zilong was a little puzzled, unsure why the other was looking for him, but he still replied, "Hello, Instructor, I'm Zilong."
Han Jijun knew there was someone behind him and quickly turned around. When he saw who it was, his expression changed and he immediately bowed, saying respectfully, "Instructors, hello."
He saw Zilong's blank expression and hurriedly tugged at him, indicating for him to follow suit.
Although Zilong was a little confused, unsure why Han Jijun wanted him to treat him with such respect, he would not go against Han Jijun's wishes on such small matters. Thus, Zilong followed Han Jijun and bowed respectfully.
Coffin-face and Smiley-face exchanged a glance, and then Smiley-face looked at Han Jijun again, interest rising in his eyes. This little fellow was not simple, to actually sense something in an instant...
The two of them gestured for Zilong and Han Jijun to follow, and Han Jijun decisively pulled on Zilong, indicating for him to follow the instructors. Although Zilong really wanted to go watch Ling Lan's match, he still listened to Han Jijun's suggestion and came to a remote corner of the combat hall.
Smiley-face looked around and found that there was no one else here who could hear their conversation, so he nodded at Coffin-face.
"Zilong, I want to take you in as my initiate disciple. Are you willing?" Coffin-face's face was still cold, not at all afraid that his icy expression would scare away the student he fancied.
"Initiate disciple?!" Zilong was taken aback at first, but then he thought of something and came to a sudden realisation.
Seeing this, Coffin-face let out an internal sigh of relief. It looked like this child also knew this secret, so he did not need to waste his breath explaining. What he was most afraid of was this sort of explaining job.
Han Jijun glanced enviously at Zilong. He had already been informed by his father about the matter of initiating disciples when he had entered the academy. This was also why he was so respectful. The moment the instructor had come to find Zilong, he had understood this point.
"Of course I'm willing." Initiating disciples were not official disciples of instructors, and did not have any responsibilities or obligations — it was just a child's benefit. This was an opportunity to quickly become strong without any burdens that had been delivered to his doorstep. Zilong naturally would not reject it, accepting it without even thinking about it.
However, Zilong was not one to forget his friends. He pulled Han Jijun over and said, "He's my good friend, called Han Jijun, IQ 260. He's definitely smarter than me. Instructor, can you also take him in as an initiate disciple?"
Han Jijun paled at these words, and hurriedly stopped him, shouting, "Zilong!"
Many children were rejected by their instructors due to their greed, ultimately losing the chance to become an initiate disciple. Han Jijun saw Zilong being so brash, and was instantly sweating profusely. He blamed Zilong in his heart, why was he being so willful? Didn't he know that this was a chance for him to quickly become strong?
Seeing that Han Jijun was anxious for Zilong, and that Zilong was determined to fight for his good friend's benefit, Smiley-face's smile grew even wider, and even the contours of Coffin-face's face softened considerably.
The two of them looked at each other, and then Smiley-face turned to Han Jijun and said, "Han Jijun, if you don't mind, then be my initiate disciple."
Han Jijun lifted his head in pleasant surprise. "Can I?"
Smiley-face nodded, all smiles. Han Jijun said excitedly, "Thank you, Instructor, I'm willing, I'm willing."
Seeing this result, Zilong's mouth split into a wide, satisfied grin.
Coffin-face frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you have your eye on another brat?" Taking in another brat would require twice as much effort — he did not want Smiley-face to be too tired.
Smiley-face was still smiling as he said, "Taking in another one is no big deal. We have plenty of time in the coming year." That said, he took out two flat, rectangular bronze tokens from his pocket, each engraved with an orchid flower. He handed them to Han Jijun and said, "One is for you, and the other is for the other initiate disciple I have my eye on. He should be one of your companions. Yup, that brat who fought with Zilong this morning."
Hearing this, Zilong and Han Jijun looked at each other in pleasant surprise, and said in unison, "Luo Lang."
Smiley-face smiled and said, "It should be him."
Han Jijun did not hesitate, immediately calling Luo Lang's communicator. After saying that he should come over, he hung up without waiting for Luo Lang's reply.
Luo Lang, who had been watching the match between Ling Lan and Wu Jiong, came over in confusion. When Smiley-face told Luo Lang that he was going to take him in as an initiate disciple, Luo Lang also agreed without hesitation, snatching the other bronze token from Han Jijun's hands. This was a token representing the disciple's lineage — he could not afford to lose it.
Meanwhile, Zilong received a silver dollar. The picture on it was of a pine tree, bold and powerful, with a sense of antiquity to it.
Having received an initiate disciple they were satisfied with, Coffin-face and Smiley-face were no longer in the mood to stay in the combat hall. They said goodbye to Zilong and the others, and after setting a time and place to study, they left the combat hall.
On the way, Smiley-face finally asked the question he had been holding back for a long time, "Ah Tai, what does that Zilong have that makes you so excited, even taking out a token representing an official disciple?"
"If I had the power to take in a true disciple, I would even be willing to give up gold dollars," said Coffin-face solemnly. Coffin-face's expression was solemn as he said, "That brat Zilong, if my guess is correct, he may have awakened his sixth sense."
Coffin-face's words stunned Smiley-face. "How is that possible? Even for us, our sixth sense has only just begun to touch upon it."
"Perhaps, this is an innate talent he was born with." Coffin-face could only explain it this way. The sixth sense was a miraculous ability, able to instinctively sense danger and opportunity. Right now, the Federation could already rely on extremely cruel torture methods to force trainees to obtain this ability. Of course, the success rate of this was extremely low — only strong fighters with tenacious personalities who had gone through hundreds of battles would have the chance to obtain this ability they called the Domain of Gods. For example, Smiley-face and Smiley-face were among the lucky ones.
And this was also the first time he had seen such an unmodified innate talent in a child, even stronger than those of them who had obtained it through external means... perhaps this was their chance, to cultivate a super strong fighter for their sect.
Coffin-face had already decided to properly groom Zilong — he definitely could not let such a prodigy die before the eyes of the masses. He had thought about it before, if he could not teach Zilong, then he would hand Zilong over to his esteemed master for guidance.
If Instructor Number One of the learning space had been here, he might have had a look of disdain upon hearing Coffin-face's words. This was not some sixth sense, but an awakened innate talent. Its scientific name was' Perception ', also known as' Beast Instinct ', and was considered to be below average among innate talents. From this, it could be seen that the current world and the Mandora star system were worlds apart in terms of technology and martial arts training systems — they were not even on the same level.
Meanwhile, at this time, Zilong, Han Jijun, and Luo Lang, who had already composed themselves, rushed back to Ling Lan's arena to watch the fight. Ling Lan's arena was the complete opposite of Zilong's — there was no sign of passion to be seen at all. The two of them were competing in endurance, testing each other out.
Ling Lan knew very well where her problem lay. Killing people was no problem — even if there were ten more Wu Jiongs, she would still be able to easily KO them all. However, if she wanted to win without injuring or lightly injuring her opponent, she was at her wits' end. After all, all the moves she had mastered were for killing people, and there were really too few moves that she could use in a proper battle.
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