Qiu Yexuan had high standards, and the cold loneliness within her was not ignited by the fervent competition. Instead, when Liang Xiaonuo drew "Shengping," she almost crushed the armrest of her seat! This knife... isnât it the one her teacher always carried?
"Whatâs wrong? You look quite surprised," Zhu Mengtong asked curiously.
"That knife... doesnât it look familiar?" Qiu Yexuan asked, suppressing her voice, "Iâve only seen this knife on two people, one is that mysterious Lieutenant General, and the other is my teacher..."
Prompted by this reminder, Zhu Mengtong also turned her attention to the competition screen, looked for a long time, and said, "It only looks very similar at first glance, but there are differences... Itâs not just one knife. And I remember you said that knife was buried with your teacher."
Qiu Yexuan tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Actually, Iâm also unsure if the teacher is really dead... I used to think she was buried in that explosion, but thinking carefully, the possibility of her surviving is not small. She always carried that knife, its style is ordinary, but the material of the blade is very special, making it very difficult to replicate."
"Youâre saying itâs possible your teacher is not dead, but survived and found the material to forge the knife, then replicated a version based on her knife?" Zhu Mengtong thought for a while and then added, "Of course, itâs also possible it was slightly modified based on the original knife..."
Qiu Yexuan closed her eyes and said, "She might indeed still be alive, but if she actively replicated a knife, it suggests she might still be alive. If itâs a modification of the original knife... ha, then she must be dead."
Qiu Yexuan deeply understood how important that knife named "Yongping" was to her teacher. The teacher was so reluctant to even use it herself, how could she allow someone to modify it into another knife? Unless she was already dead, unable to continue protecting the knife...
"After the competition, I want to investigate that knife bearer... Maybe I can find my teacher through this clue." Qiu Yexuan closed her eyes, leaned back, and continued watching the competition. Zhu Mengtong sighed silently to herself; she had truly boarded a pirate ship...
At this moment, Su Yanjing was panting heavily, kneeling on one knee, one hand gripping a longsword stabbed into the ground, struggling to keep his body from collapsing.
Even so, the blade of the laser particle sword showed cracks, occasionally emitting a sizzling sound, showing signs of imminent shattering. A large pool of blood stained the ground where he stood, and the wounds on his body varied in size, but none were fatal.
But if he continued to lose blood like this, Su Yanjing would eventually be judged by the virtual network as having died from excessive blood loss.
Liang Xiaonuo held Shengping, the blade was clean and bright, fresh blood sliding down its length, gathering at the tip of the sword, then dripping down. Wherever the blood passed, it remained clear and sharp, devoid of any blood stain.
"Youâve lost..." Liang Xiaonuo announced the result, then frowned and said, "However, I canât say it was an honorable victory... Thereâs less than an hour left until the end of the competition, letâs wait here peacefully for the result. Do you need to bandage yourself?"
Su Yanjing, having caught his breath, opened the map to take a look, and his heart sank abruptly. The blue dots on the map had reduced tremendously, many maps had only around ten blue dots left, while surrounded by thirty to forty red dots!
On the large map, there were still a hundred and thirteen blue dots, and three hundred and seventy-six red dots! The battle situation was clearly not in their favor.
"You look like youâre feeling regretful..." Liang Xiaonuo flicked the blade, shaking off the last of the blood, then sheathed the sword and wrapped it again with a cloth, "But in reality, your teamâs result has exceeded the expectations of many people..."
This team was among the top three on Augustusâ side, yet ended up being pressured like this by a team cobbled together by Xilena First Affiliated School, with a casualty rate reaching a terrifying two-thirds!
Of course, most people had died during the battle between the two sides... Blame Su Jiameng, that Commander, for her shamelessness and strong resource utilization, which allowed Xilena to gain the upper hand from the beginning. Ultimately, Augustusâ group underestimated their opponents and didnât take them seriously enough; otherwise, they wouldnât have suffered such a huge loss.
"What we want is victory..." The laser particle sword in Su Yanjingâs hand finally shattered, leaving only a hilt, "This result isnât beyond expectations... Only winning would be truly unexpected!"
Liang Xiaonuo tilted her head, a trace of a smile appearing on her handsome face, "Itâs good for young people to be motivated, but... the âkingâ sitting at the helm of our team is no ordinary person. Wanting to win... the chances are very slim."
"Our Commander is not a normal person either..." Su Yanjing thought for a moment and gave a description, "Sheâs an alien!"
The "alien" in Su Yanjingâs words was now encountering the most embarrassing battle since traversing to this life, being pressured to this extent by an opponent other than the Insect Race for the first time! Compared to her embarrassment, Gu Ningyi seemed calm and composed.
"Ha..." Su Jiameng tightened her grip, her forehead beaded with sweat the size of beans, and her clothes already soaked with hot sweat. Her originally excellent vision now slightly blurred due to eye strain, "I was indeed careless..."
After all, Ghost Shadow is a Mecha pursuing assassination, with configurations unsuitable for frontal combat. Now encountering an opponent of equal power, Su Jiamengâs embarrassment was evident. However... sheâs someone who grows stronger when faced with strong opponents, her spirit weary but this long-lost fatigue also awakened the bloodlust and battle intent deeply rooted in her heart!
The laser longswords clashed again, sparks flying wildly imprinted in her eyes, vaguely hearing the words once spoken by her instructor who treated her like a daughter, "No matter where you are, no matter what identity you hold, ultimately you are an Alliance warrior! An Alliance warrior either fights or dies! No retreat!" (To be continued. If you like this work, youâre welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)