Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
But island B was in disarray. What was happening?
Why would it suddenly be stopped?
Zhang Shan had crawled out after hearing the news, and looked up into the sky. It was finally over. Although he had no idea what the outcome would be, he trusted Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng must have done it.
…. What was that?
There was another bag on the floor…. Opening it… there were actually nine tags inside. Zhang Shan raised his head to the sky. Even a moron would understand that this was not luck. Food fell from the sky, but not tags. There was not even a corpse around him. Someone was helping him… or helping Saruman Snake… but who would it be?
Illogical. Everyone was trying to kill them. Why would someone be helping them?
Fatty had already left after hearing the announcement. It was over. By this result, Wang Zheng must have wrecked the place again. He knew Wang Zheng was very strong, but he did not think he was that strong. It was a little frightening, hehe. He hoped his boss was fine. But given how steady his boss was, he was probably unhurt. He had finished his mission as well. Nine tags must be enough to enter the main competition, and as for giving Zhang Shan half… his concealment technique was good bait, and Fatty was a guy who separated business and personal feelings.
On island A, the transport carriers had already been dispatched. A few needed emergency treatment, and Wang Zheng had already been bandaged up by Zhang Zhun. Basic treatment, and the bleeding had stopped. Zhang Zhun was clearly someone who had picked it up with experience.
“Thank you.” Wang Zheng still had to address Atlas and Mars.
Atlas smiled slightly. “No need. We’re not sure of what’s between you and Her Highness Aina, but we will decline.”
Mars was slightly taken aback. Strange. Why did the Atlanteans seem so familiar with Wang Zheng? And he had used “we”, which meant it was more than him.
“Wang Zheng, what else did you have prepared?” This was what Mars really wanted to ask.
Wang Zheng started, then grimaced. He wanted to shrug, but discovered he could not move his shoulders. “I was just acting. If anyone else came, I would be a goner. I would have brought them with me though.”
Wang Zheng spoke the truth, and Mars understood. He was Mars, and Wang Zheng did not want to deceive him. Wang Zheng indeed had a final move. If anybody had acted, it would have been the last straw. He would have called Bonehead, and made a deal for the Skeleton mech, and slaughter everyone. Of course, he would immediately be caught and dissected for research after that… but that was a matter for the future.
Given Wang Zheng’s current condition, what he said were still big words. But all three present believed him, because this was Wang Zheng!
One by one, the transport carriers, shining search beams, appeared on the two islands. At the same time, the sky gradually lightened. This was one of the most savage qualifiers in the history of SIG, and also the one with the greatest losses. This was definitely a heavy blow to Lya Sphinx Federation.
Of course, this battle had made someone’s career. Perhaps the outside world would never know, but within the elite fighters of the military schools in this generation, they would forever avoid a nightmare called Wang Zheng.
Of course, SIG was just beginning!
The show was over, and the monitoring room had cleared out as well. Bolet had not left. He asked the technicians to replay the battle.
Among the generals, many had already turned political. But Bolet was different. He was still fascinated by the ability and details of battle.
Bolet had watched the battles more than 10 times. From the instant that Qiqin Nacchai had taken the field, the pace that he thought he controlled had all been encompassed into Wang Zheng’s plan.
Qiqin Nacchai was worried about Wang Zheng’s death counter, and had therefore been extra careful. And Wang Zheng had endured those two hits to rest his opponent’s mind. Only, when Qiqin Nacchai had unleashed his own finisher, that was the time when he was most vulnerable, and Wang Zheng had taken the chance. If he had failed, he would have died.
Whether an individual fight or a battle, one’s understanding of the situation and one’s enemy’s state of mind were the keys to victory. Qiqin Nacchai had held all the advantages, but he had underestimated Wang Zheng’s determination.
They were both Earth-rank pros, and Qiqin Nacchai had been careful, but this caution had instead become fatal. When he attacked, his doubts had risen, and therefore chosen what seemed like the safest course to him. But in truth, that had dug his own grave, which was precisely what Wang Zheng had been aiming for, or even better than Wang Zheng could have hoped for.
The power of Wang Zheng’s blow aside, even in terms of psychological pressure, he had completely dominated Qiqin Nacchai.
Qiqin Nacchai’s greatest mistake was that, as a warrior, there was no safest route in battle. The pursuit of a fail-safe, sure-win way was doomed to failure.
Basically, Bolet’s judgement and Wang Zheng’s thinking were aligned. Wang Zheng’s atomic break was clearly not complete yet. Although it had terrifying power, it could be avoided. Especially for an opponent like Qiqin Nacchai. Clearly, Qiqin Nacchai had overthought the issue. He still had to think of his own future after Wang Zheng’s demise, and had tried to avoid injury. Those were the consequences of overthinking.
It was not to say that Qiqin Nacchai’s thinking was faulty. It had been the most important factor in his success. Only, after meeting Wang Zheng, he had been seen through, and used against him.
Bolet pondered and recorded. This was an exception. Although it was not too widely seen, it would be a good question for the special forces.
As for that golden finger, the screen was also too blurry. This spoke of a strength class that surpassed the normal physical world. This kid was full of surprises.
Student Wang Zheng was clearly in the heavily wounded category. After being seen to, he was sent to the hospital promptly. The transport carrier had already carried out basic treatment, to ensure that he could continue with the main competition.
The second lieutenant who was seeing to Wang Zheng was extremely pretty, but her expression was serious. Who was this guy? Before an hour had even passed, six generals from different countries had asked about his condition…
What had he done?
Although the type of battle was unknown, the injuries were serious, especially to the right hand. It looked like a train had ran over it.
Within Wang Zheng’s body, the Primordial Regression Technique was cycling, but it could not pass through the wounded areas. The atomic break had a feedback which was still difficult to endure for him. His body was not strong enough.
If the Primordial Regression Technique entered the third level, he might be able to hold on. If it were not for the Five Elements in balance, that blow to Qiqin Nacchai would have exploded his own shoulder before he even released it.
Power was double-edged. But Wang Zheng was still in a good mood. At least he had managed to use it, and he had foiled Kashawen’s plans. Now he just needed to recover as quickly as possible!
… The problem remained. If Kashawen pressured for the main competition to begin earlier, then…
Given normal procedures, there was about a month left to the main competition. Given Aslan’s medical technology, Wang Zheng’s injuries could heal, with just a slight handicap to his energy. And this was no problem to him. But if the qualifiers had been truncated, then would this cause the main competition to be pushed forward?
Wang Zheng suddenly realised that there were more problems. But he could do nothing about it. Who knew if that old hag Kashawen would play dirty or not.
“Don’t think foolish thoughts. You’re gravely injured, and should rest calmly. Don’t think about SIG,” the pretty girl said exasperatedly after looking at the brainwave scans.
Wang Zheng nodded and smiled. This was all he could do. The rest would be up to fate. No. He believed that Aina would not dance according to Kashawen’s tune. The rest was up to her.
