Bian Shuruo originally thought that with her speed and S-class physical fitness, she could quickly defeat Zhang Lyra. However, she never expected that Zhang Lyra could block every single one of her moves!?
Furthermore, as she stopped holding back, the opponent's attacks only grew fiercer!?
And that black blade of hers, made of who-knows-what material—why couldn't a lightsaber cut through it!?
There was no time left!
The harder Bian Shuruo fought, the more stamina she consumed, yet Zhang Lyra's defense remained utterly impenetrable!
If this continued, her rhythm would be ruined, and she would be dragged to death by her...
After calculating for a long while, Bian Shuruo decided to tighten her core, take a kick from Zhang Lyra head-on, and then go straight for her vitals!
It would be fine! She had tried this move when sparring with Tyson. Without mechas, everyone was just human! She was an S-class after all; it shouldn't be a big problem!
It wasn't until she was kicked flying and smashed through a tree that Bian Shuruo lay on the ground, her head buzzing! She tried several times but simply couldn't get up...
"Your strength..."
Why is it so much greater than Tyson's!?
"Uh! Are you okay!?"
Zhang Lyra retracted her foot, stood in place, and shouted at the person fifty meters away.
She hadn't held back her strength just now, but this was how she normally fought with Jian Jingyu... This person was probably just too light!
After Bian Shuruo clearly saw the distance between them, she finally felt the delayed dull pain in her ribs.
"I lost... Huang Yan, how long are you going to wait?"
Huang Yan fired a supplementary paintball from the tree and only came down after confirming Bian Shuruo's elimination.
"Leave your paintballs and food. If your ribs are broken, don't move for now..."
Zhang Lyra picked up her paintball gun and ran over.
"Do you have bandages? I've studied first aid. Do you need me to wrap you up?"
"No need!!"
When Bian Shuruo was being lifted onto the aircraft by two safety officers, she could still hear Zhang Lyra asking Huang Yan,
"They're both S-class, so why is she so different from Jian Jingyu? Her bones are too fragile!
Should I hold back my strength when fighting later!? We're all students... They won't make me pay for medical bills when we get out, right?"
Noticing the sympathetic gazes of the safety officers, Bian Shuruo slowly closed her eyes.
Just destroy me... Winning a cross-level challenge was one thing, but did she have to crush her spirit too!?
Huang Yan reported their position to Wang Tianwei before saying,
"Goldfish's training intensity is already high, and he's gotten used to sparring with you all the time. The registration form mentioned that risks are borne by the participants themselves, so don't worry..."
The previously silent live chat finally became active again.
"So she's already used to hammering S-class combatants, huh..."
"I specifically backed out to check her grade, and it's definitely A... I'm in eighth grade this year, so which one is supposed to be stronger again, A or S?"
"Suddenly remembering that crocodile with the caved-in skull from yesterday..."
"What did I just watch? An A-class combatant kicked and broke an S-class combatant's ribs? Isn't that too bloody!?"
"It wasn't broken from the kick! It was broken from crashing into the tree!"
"How can there be no injuries in the military academy league?"
"Mom, I want to transfer to become a heavy mecha combatant!!"
"Huang Yan could hit Li You from so far away... Why do I feel like this is staged!?"
"Ahem, the real acting is happening in another stream..."
"No way! None of these Qilin guys play by the rules!?"
"I opened four streams to watch them get slapped in the face... Now not only does my face hurt, but my ribs hurt too..."
Meng Chongyun hadn't stayed at the tournament camp the whole time.
After giving his speech yesterday, he watched the broadcast for a while, and by evening he had already returned to the Military Commission to handle military affairs.
But he would still occasionally check on the progress of the various military academies' competitions.
Opening the live stream again, he found that the Qilin Military Academy's Fourth Squad had actually reached the top few in popularity?
Clicking randomly into any of their four streams revealed an overwhelming flood of comments... An A-class beat up an S-class?
Finding the replay button and watching the whole process, Meng Chongyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Looking at the streams of the other three,
"This squad is quite interesting..."
The close-combat abilities of the assaulter and the heavy mecha combatant were on par, even across different grades?
The commander, Huang Yan, didn't seem to have only A-class mental power either.
The mecha mechanic was Wang Tianwei; he had known about her before the competition.
The latest mecha defense structure jointly developed by the military and Taihe originated from her design. That little girl seemed to be only eighteen years old.
Qilin belonged to the Ninth Military Region guarded by Lei Deming... He couldn't wait to see how these kids would perform in the upcoming mecha matches!
"Sir Huang!"
The four-person squad finally reunited. Zhang Lyra saw that Jian Jingyu and Wang Tianwei were covered in quite a bit of mud.
"Did it not go smoothly?"
"Smoothly! It went entirely too smoothly! Hehehehehe~"
Seeing Wang Tianwei's wicked smile, Huang Yan glanced at Jian Jingyu beside her.
"What did she do this time?"
Jian Jingyu couldn't help but laugh when he thought of how that freckled kid had struggled.
"Hehehehe~ That kid struggled pretty hard, so the two of us drew a third eye on his forehead!"
Huang Yan suddenly remembered the Wutuo tree branches Wang Tianwei had collected in the morning... She had used them so quickly?
"It's just a pity we don't have our optical computers, otherwise we could have recorded it to watch over and over again!"
Huang Yan turned his gaze to the little bee camera drone nearby.
"...Once the competition is over, you should be able to find the video online."
"Ahhh! Sir Huang looked at me!!!"
"Hahaha! How did Sir Huang know I was screen recording!?"
"Rest assured! The Qilin Screenshot Squad is dedicated to serving you!"
"We guarantee not to miss a single highlight moment!"
The two sides divided the items they had confiscated. Zhang Lyra took out the paintballs.
"First battle won, forty paintballs."
Wang Tianwei also brought out her paintballs.
"They wasted three shots, so there are thirty-seven left."
"That's enough. Everyone pack up. The star beasts are in that direction; we're going to earn some points now."
"Yes."
After everyone replenished their two types of sprays, the four of them set out again.
"By the way, Sir Huang, has your mental power increased again? The enemy commander completely failed to notice me in the tree..."
Jian Jingyu asked excitedly.
At first, he was afraid of alerting the enemy! But Sir Huang said he would help cover him, and as a result, those two really didn't notice him!
"An S-class heavy mecha combatant hasn't undergone specialized training, so their mental power isn't focused enough. It wasn't a big problem.
Their commander's mental power is A-class, and his attention was entirely on Wang Tianwei..."
"Hahaha! You have no idea, Sister Ma's acting just now was incredibly realistic! I pinched my own thigh until it hurt!"
"Shenghua Advanced Military Academy's Second Squad is eliminated. Points cleared to zero."
"...Let's not get too cocky. Everyone be careful."
On the other side of the rainforest, Hiranuma Yusho heard the news of his academy's squad being eliminated and immediately thought of the Fourth Squad's lineup.
"Quincy..."
Mecha mechanic Wu Fangyu clicked her tongue.
"Eliminated so quickly?"
"If it's Quincy, it's normal. Their squad's overall strength is average, and their shortcomings are too obvious... It's better they got eliminated early."
This way, it won't affect their subsequent scoring.
Hiranuma Yusho's expression remained completely unchanged; everything was under his control.
"Let's go. We still have three days to earn points."
"Yes!"
