NOVGO.NET Chapter 77: You Still Have to Train
Chapter 77: Chapter 77: You Still Have to Train
Hearing Lin Jingjing’s words, Cyril retorted indignantly, "My spiritual power is 1S! How could a piece of trash like you possibly compare to me!"
"I’ve held the number two spot at the military academy for years. How could I possibly lose to a good-for-nothing like you!"
Lin Jingjing was speechless. ’I thought he was number one at the academy every year, but it turns out he’s just number two.’
’But what’s there to be so arrogant about being a perpetual runner-up? Isn’t there always someone better keeping him down?’
’It’s nothing to brag about.’
The four people outside the arena couldn’t help but shake their heads at Cyril’s words. Back in their military compound, Sister Lin was absurdly powerful.
She was the definition of a six-sided warrior—academics, shooting, fighting, physical fitness, crafts, you name it. If she set her mind to learning something, she was guaranteed to be the best.
Heaven knows how many kids in their military compound grew up living in Lin Jingjing’s shadow.
The phrase, "Why can’t you be more like Lin Jingjing?" was the absolute nightmare of every last one of them.
"Saying something like that in front of Sister Lin..." Shi Feng laughed and shook his head. "He’s completely out of his league."
"Cyril just doesn’t get the situation, does he?" Gu Kaiwen said with a sigh.
Seeing his flustered and exasperated expression, Lin Jingjing chuckled. "What’s the fun in always being number two? Me, I’ve been number one in everything since I was a kid."
"Compared to me, you’ve still got a long way to go."
As she spoke, Lin Jingjing unleashed her Spirit Attack, instantly flooding the entire area inside the shield.
Lin Jingjing’s spiritual power was uniquely overbearing and potent. The moment it appeared, it completely crushed Cyril’s Spirit Attack.
Cyril’s face turned deathly pale under the force of Lin Jingjing’s Spirit Attack.
’How can this woman’s Spirit Attack be so tyrannical!’
’Not only did it trample my Spirit Attack, but my 1S spiritual power can barely withstand what she’s unleashing.’
’At this moment, Cyril had to admit it: this woman was strong.’
’But so what? I will be even stronger than her!’
Cyril gripped the hilt of his blade, his eyes glaring at Lin Jingjing. His pale face was a mask of pure desire to defeat her.
Tightening his grip on the hilt, Cyril shielded himself with his spiritual power to fend off Lin Jingjing’s Spirit Attack.
With that, he raised his blade and charged. This time, Lin Jingjing didn’t stand still. She raised a pistol and fired several shots at him.
But he deflected all the bullets. Just as he was about to reach her, Lin Jingjing instantly transformed the pistol into a Tang Blade.
She brought up the Tang Blade to block Cyril’s powerful strike. The two blades met with a piercing CLANG.
The spectators closest to the arena instinctively covered their ears, their brows furrowed.
Seeing his strike blocked, Cyril immediately launched into a high-speed offensive.
The two fought faster and faster, moving so quickly they became a blur to the naked eye.
The once-boisterous crowd fell silent, every eye glued to the two combatants in the arena.
Lin Jingjing picked up the pace, forcing Cyril to match her speed.
If he didn’t, he would be the one to get cut.
Lin Jingjing saw her chance. Sensing his speed falter for a split second, she instantly materialized another pistol, her entire body now hovering in mid-air.
She stood on a Spirit Barrier, looking down contemptuously at Cyril as he leaped up with his blade. She aimed with her left hand and fired several shots in quick succession.
Cyril tried to deflect the shots with his blade, but bullets still struck his abdomen and arm. The effort to block the barrage sent him plummeting from the air.
But Lin Jingjing, watching him fall, had no intention of letting him off the hook.
Her pistol kept firing. Under her relentless assault, Cyril couldn’t concentrate enough to form a protective shield.
He plummeted straight down. Meanwhile, Lin Jingjing descended step by step, as if walking down an invisible staircase.
She had learned this Skill from Beisang. On the battlefield that time, right before she passed out, she had seen Beisang descend from mid-air, poised and fearless in the face of danger.
Every step had been etched into her mind. Of course, she’d only seen it for a moment before she fainted.
Seeing this, the hearts of everyone in the crowd were in their throats. They worried Cyril would be dashed to pieces.
Cyril might be infuriating, but he didn’t deserve to die.
Even the instructor and the others with him had stood up, watching with worried expressions.
"Should we intervene?" the instructor asked Jiang Lusheng.
Jiang Lusheng pressed his lips together as he watched, momentarily unsure of what to do.
This duel was a matter between the two of them, but a fall from that height would leave Cyril dead or crippled.
This young master was the sole grandson of the Ou wen Family, doted on by his entire clan.
If the Ou wen Family found out their precious grandson was being bullied like this, wouldn’t they fly into a rage?
Besides, a large portion of the First Corps’ funding came from these powerful families, who invested for the sake of their own children in the corps.
Cyril glanced at the rapidly approaching ground, then gritted his teeth and looked back up at Lin Jingjing, who was still descending her invisible staircase.
With a flick of his wrist, he hurled his blade upwards, but Lin Jingjing simply raised her Tang Blade and deflected it.
The gunfire also stopped at this moment. Seizing the brief respite, Cyril immediately shielded himself with his spiritual power.
A moment later, his body slammed into the ground. Even with the shield of spiritual power, the impact left him severely injured, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing him hit the ground, Lin Jingjing descended from the air.
She looked down at him and chuckled. "You’re not half bad."
"But compared to me, you’re leagues away." With that, Lin Jingjing darted forward. Cyril had just scrambled to his feet to dodge, but her pistol was already pressed against the back of his head.
At the same time, her Tang Blade rested against his throat. A gun to his head and a blade to his neck; if he made a single move, he would die right here, right now.
Cyril stared blankly ahead. He couldn’t accept it—beaten by a Grade D good-for-nothing.
’And yet,’ he had to admit, ’this ’good-for-nothing’ woman is undeniably strong.’
"I... lost," Cyril managed to say.
Cyril’s fists were clenched, his eyes filled with bitter unwillingness to accept defeat.
’I’m a 1S spiritual power user! How could I lose to a Grade D piece of trash!’
Cyril couldn’t accept it, yet he had no choice but to face reality.
Seeing this, the crowd erupted in cheers. They had won!
They had won again!
Some people shot smug looks at the arrogant opposing group and yelled, "You lost!"
"A total, crushing defeat!"
"We won!"
"A Grade D beat a 1S! Who’s going to dare laugh at us now!"
"That’s right! Anyone who wants to laugh can go challenge her themselves! If you can beat her, we won’t say a word!"
Listening to the cheers, Lin Jingjing made her blade and gun disappear. She looked at Cyril’s devastated expression, patted his shoulder, and said comfortingly, "Kid, you’ve still got a lot to learn."