My choice?
The situation on the field right now is clear as day. Their victory or defeat depends entirely on Lian Yu, while their opponent relies on Man Feifei. Yet, at a moment like now, the Sentinel decided to hand over the right to choose to him, as if Lian Yu would execute the order without hesitation as long as he gave one.
Lian Yu said it so confidently that they could win, so there must be a way to deal with Man Feifei’s mental attack.
As for why they would lose the mixed melee if they win this close combat match, Cen Zhen thinks that this is because of the free and chaotic characteristics of the mixed melee. They have been hiding their strength to avoid attracting attention as much as possible. However, defeating two double-A upperclassmen with D-physical will definitely bring attention, alertness, and vigilance to future opponents. Then, their future mixed melee match will most likely always be a 2v8 situation.
In the neighboring matches of the mixed melee semi-finals, nine out of ten participants would be double-A students, and the rest being S-level. Two people faced eight A-level participants. They aren’t Super Saiyans by any means, so if the eight all come at once and each gives just one kick, they will be in big trouble.
“Maybe we should think the other way around,” Cen Zhen raised his hand and pushed Lian Yu lightly, and Lian Yu slowly stepped aside, witnessing Cen Zhen stand up straight by his own strength. “If we lose this game, are we for sure going to win the mixed melee?”
“……” Lian Yu’s eyes darkened. He turned around and tore open the two buttons on the top of his clothes that hindered his movements with one hand, revealing his entire clavicle, “I understand what you mean.”
After the virtual referee asked Ximu and Man Feifei for their opinions, he then asked Lian Yu and Cen Zhen whether the game should continue. The snow leopard changed its peaceful character and stood on all fours beside Cen Zhen, with every move full of aggression.
“Continue.” Cen Zhen responded for the team. The virtual referee was clearly a system without any emotions, but at this time, it showed a concerned expression because of the setting, and gently reminded: “Don’t over-push yourself, got it?”
After speaking, it returned to the center of the arena and announced loudly: “The game resumes!”
As soon as he finishes, a gust of wind passes through the body of the virtual referee. Qu stood up suddenly, pinching the back of the seat in front of him in disbelief before Zhou Qingchang had the chance to open his eyes wide. Zhou Qingchang seemed to have pressed the slow speed button, and a surprised expression appeared on his face bit by bit.
Because of the uniqueness of Sentinels’ physical ability, in order to avoid the presence of the referee blocking the participants’ vision, the projected holographic referee will disappear at the fastest speed after announcing the start of the game. This “fastest” time is set according to the speed of the S-level Sentinels. Every time a Sentinel breaks this record, the system updates the data based on this highest speed. Today, a new Sentinel broke this commanding height.
Cen Zhen also moved. Now he has entered the stage of “adapting to circumstances if we have to”. Lian Yu did not explain what he was going to do, but Cen Zhen would never stand there and wait to see Lian Yu 1v2, even if he thought this was probably what Lian Yu meant.
The spiritual link was completely broken, and Cen Zhen could not perceive Lian Yu’s intentions, but at the same time, a mysterious intuition emerged in his heart, which made him rush out the moment the game resumed.
Cen Zhen has no idea what Lian Yu is doing at the moment. Maybe in the next second, he would find Lian Yu remained on the edge still, secretly charging or something, but this sudden intuition made him rush towards Man Feifei as fast as he could at this very moment.
Because even if he was wrong, Lian Yu would definitely cooperate with him.
The first scene that all the audience got to see clearly was Ximu gritting her teeth while kneeling on one knee, blocking Lian Yu’s attack with her forearm in front of her face. Man Feifei was still in shock with her mouth open, and the strong wind brought by the Sentinel messed up her hair.
Man Feifei’s auxiliary ability is indeed remarkable. With her help, Ximu’s five senses and reaction speed can keep up with Lian Yu’s speed, barely able to protect the weak Guide behind her.
A skilled and mentally powerful Guide only needs one breath to make a Sentinel lose consciousness. The compatibility between Man Feifei and Lian Yu is not enough to do this, but it will hurt and might hurt a lot. Lian Yu doesn’t want to experience the pain of damaged mental barriers at all.
Nonetheless the worse, compared to the pain, the feeling of powerlessness that he could not fight back and could only passively resist made him very irritated.
In addition to these reasons, there is another insignificant point; Lian Yu believes that this right belongs exclusively to Cen Zhen. He hates anyone other than Cen Zhen touching his spirit. He doesn’t know when this thought started, but he discovered it in this battle.
There are too many reasons for Lian Yu to never allow Man Feifei to have another chance at recovery.
The entire Field 1 was boiling. Some Guides had not yet realized, but every Sentinel knew what Lian Yu’s brushing against the referee’s body meant. They instinctively suppressed their shouts, but none of them could resist not standing up subconsciously, leaning forward, with only the sight of the stage on the right in their eyes.
When Ximu fought with this Sentinel in front of her, she knew as soon as they made contact that the other party was definitely not a D-level Sentinel. In the following time, she was even more keenly aware that he did not use his full strength.
Ximu said nothing because the other party surely had his intentions for taking such actions. She could only admit that she was not strong enough to force the other party to use all his strength. However, Ximu was still unwilling in her heart, as if she was despised and underestimated. Except for the S-level anomalies in the senior grades, who in the entire Tower dared not take her seriously? She must make this careless Sentinel pay the price.
And now, the absolutely repressive physical strength is revealed in front of her. She tried her best to resist, but it seemed that she only intercepted the opponent’s very casual attack.
The next moment, Ximu saw Lian Yu bypass her, one hand into a claw, grabbing Man Feifei’s neck, using the same fake move she used at the beginning of the game. Once the Guide’s fatal point was hit by Lian Yu, she would immediately be eliminated. The chance of making a comeback from adversity with the Sentinel alone is no different than expecting a pure miracle.
Ximu turned around without hesitation to block again. She had a spiritual connection with the Guide, which undoubtedly greatly improved her reaction speed and allowed her to successfully block the attack for the second time. However, at this moment, Ximu saw a person appear behind Man Feifei, and Man Feifei used all her mental strength to dodge and protect herself from Lian Yu, so she didn’t notice at all. Ximu had no time to remind her, and could only watch as Cen Zhen formed a hand-knife and chopped at Man Feifei’s neck.
Yao Jin, who was watching the game with full attention suddenly stood up in front of his dormitory bed and felt a pain in the back of his neck and covered his neck in fear. His pitiful eyes fell on Man Feifei who fell on the ring. Yao Jin really didn’t want to experience the feeling of being knocked unconscious by a hand-knife ever again.
Especially due to some random saying about snakes conflicting with rats or such. Yao Jin thought hard about it and couldn’t think of another reason other than he accidentally provoked Cen Zhen at some point, which led to this retaliation.
The second Man Feifei lost consciousness, Ximu surrendered. Looking at the school doctors who rushed in one after another, she calmly waited for the referee to announce the results of the competition before leaving in the direction where Man Feifei was brought out.
Cen Zhen stepped down from the stage a step after her. When he looked up, he found that KaiMenJi was among the third batch of contestants in this venue, and a Guide with a familiar face stood next to him. Cen Zhen couldn’t remember who he was for a while, mainly because this Guide looked as stinky as if his wife cheated on him and their child was not his own.
KaiMenJi looked at Cen Zhen and Lian Yu in surprise. There was a series of emotions such as fear and hidden joy in his surprise. It can be seen that this person is in a complicated mood now.
The Guide next to him was much simpler, angry and jealous, and these emotions were only directed at Cen Zhen. He looked like he wanted to chop Cen Zhen to death with a knife now if he could.
Lian Yu pulled Cen Zhen behind him unhappily and said coldly: “LeLe, right?”
Just hearing his name coming out of the Sentinel’s mouth made LeLe tremble as if a disaster was about to happen in the next second. He immediately looked away and walked around Lian Yu and Cen Zhen to the competition stage.
“Isn’t LeLe Fan’s pursuer? How did he get together with KaiMenJi?” After Cen Zhen left the training hall, he bought a box of milk-flavored ice cream on the way. Lian Yu was unhappy and snorted next to him with a cup of free warm water in his hand: “Why care about him? Are you going to persuade him that KaiMenJi is a pervert, so he should stay away from him~”
“He should have teamed up with Fan in the ranking competition. It was mentioned in the novel. Why did it change?” Cen Zhen explained his doubts. Lian Yu said indifferently: “Fan rejected him. As for why he was rejected, if you really want to know, I suggest you ask directly. ”
He drank the whole glass of water in one gulp, sneered, and said: “Those two lousy presidents ran fast, they disappeared as soon as the game was over. But what’s the use? If I don’t kill them, I will be unworthy of the name of Dark Sentinel 1802.”
“Why bother to get angry with children.” Cen Zhen said casually. It’s not that he wants to stop Lian Yu from taking revenge. The two presidents dug a pit for them, so they had to be prepared to receive a pit prepared just for them in return. He was mainly worried that Lian Yu, a scoundrel, would be too heavy-handed and scare the flowers of the motherland out of psychological trauma.
The next day, Cen Zhen received a message from Pan early in the morning. He expressed his shock with more than a dozen exclamation marks, and there was also a linked interface attached below. After Cen Zhen opened it, he saw the close combat video of him and Lian Yu, which was edited by the Propaganda Department and included in the wonderful moments column set up for this qualifying competition.
Pan: What level of physical does Lian Yu have!!!
Pan: Even a fool can see that it can’t be D!!
Cen Zhen threw the information interface and the video clip to Lian Yu who had just returned from buying breakfast, and asked him to explain it himself. The latter was instantly ecstatic when he saw the chat content, and he didn’t even write a draft:
Cen Zhen: His body suddenly mutated after his last heat and his physical instantly broke through from D to A. It’s simply a miracle
Cen Zhen: Ah-Pan, you have to believe in miracles too. Maybe one day in the future, your mental strength will gradually change from C to A+. You can do it!
Pan: ……
Pan: You are Lian Yu, right?
Cen Zhen: ……
“Boring.” Lian Yu closed the interface with disdain and opened the video. This video with special effects, various angles, long-range and close-up switching, and passionate music instantly ignited his blood. While Cen Zhen was eating breakfast, he saw Lian Yu watching the short two-minute close combat video back and forth five times.
Original Author’s Note:
Lian Yu: I’m so Fxxxing handsome! ! ! ! !
Cen Zhen: Yea, Yea, Yea(perfunctory
