Dingchuan's Hidden Crisis

Everyone froze in the wind...

That ice queen was actually asking in a very serious tone what conditions she wanted!

"Can I really make my own requests?"

Seeing Lu Qingxue nod, Mu Fan excitedly spread his hands to the sides, then secretly widened them a little further.

He resolutely declared, "I want this much food!"

Lu Qingxue thought for a moment, "Food for martial artists? That's fine."

Looking at Mu Fan again, the boy rested his chin on his hand in distress, looked at Lu Qingxue with a serious expression, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll fight you, but I have to wait until training is over."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After hearing Mu Fan's confirmation, Lu Qingxue nodded and left without any hesitation.

Seeing the conversation between the two, the group of teenagers felt like they couldn't keep up with the brain cells. How could the conversation between these two continue so harmoniously?

Now, White Hair watched Lu Qingxue's departing figure with a heavy heart, feeling an overwhelming urge to chase after her and ask her what kind of girl she liked.

However, seeing Mu Fan's satisfied expression, White Hair decided to use the remaining time to hold onto the giant leg with all his might.

This interlude ends here.

Lin Hao's familiar smile returned to his face.

Holy crap, this is going to be bad!

That cunning major's smile is definitely not a good sign.

Sure enough, the major looked at the group of teenagers and said, "Our Combat Exchange Competition is ending early, but our regular training will not stop."

"I saw your performance, it was fantastic! It exceeded my expectations, so the previous training plan is no longer suitable. Now I will conduct two days of endurance and reaction training for you, followed by a supplementary shooting training session."

"The body is the foundation of combat. I also have a new plan for your technical training, but it might be postponed until next week. Enjoy your happy time this week!"

"Instructor, what kind of training is it?"

A fearless freshman raised his hand and asked.

"Gravity training!"

Upon hearing this number, the trainees exchanged glances and smiled.

It's gravity training?

Everyone present had some training; it would be too easy to just do it in Gravity Room.

But Mu Fan, standing on the stage, seemed to have a nerve in his mind touched.

The image of being struck hard by the scattered Rubber Bullet flashed through my mind in an instant.

No way...

But now everyone in the audience had relaxed expressions, Mu Fan's blank and solemn look went unnoticed.

"Alright, everyone in the stands can leave now. Thank you all for your concern for the new generation of Dingchuan. We will notify you in advance of the next open training session."

Lin Hao smiled and waved to both sides.

More than twenty Special Operations Team members stood up, looked at the group of teenagers with schadenfreude, and walked out of the venue.

Meanwhile, on the luxury bus leaving Dingchuan, the atmosphere among the Shuguang students was rather silent.

These chosen ones never imagined they would fail, and fail so utterly.

In their minds, there are top performers in each examination area, and any one of them could easily crush the other.

But they never expected that a wild, beast-like kid would suddenly appear and slap them hard across the face.

Lieutenant Colonel Zhou Tian still had a smile on his face. Looking at the dull atmosphere inside the car, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This laugh seemed to directly irritate the pride of the Dawn Prodigies, drawing unfriendly glances from them.

Zhou Tian seemed oblivious to the stares he was getting, and continued, "Originally, my purpose in bringing you here was to the Dingchuan Academy a good thrashing."

This statement is even more egregious; it's like reopening their wounds.

"As for the result, you've all seen it. Our Dawn team actually failed. The war of attrition was ended prematurely. It's a glorious defeat!"

The boys' faces were filled with humiliation and resentment. "You were the one who brought it up, and now you're the one who failed again. How come you get all the good things?"

"But does this discourage you proud sons of heaven? Tsk tsk, this is not the kind of soldier I, Zhou Tian, want to see."

"Before their core arrived, they were completely overwhelmed by you. Although Amos and Cyril are still in the repair pods at the back, I don't think they've done anything shameful."

"I don't think you're shameful at all."

These words significantly reduced the hostility of the Dawn Cult members.

"Why? Because they only have one person. I don't need to remind you what the real Exchange Competition is like, do I? You've already lost all your pride in just one match. How boring."

Zhou Tian said these words with a smile, but they rekindled the spirits of the boys in the car.

Yes, the real inter-college Exchange Competition does not include individual combat competitions.

Some are team Jungle Confrontation, Mecha Individual Combat and Group Combat, Simulated Warship Combat, Electronic Information Attack and Defense, as well as many professional Academic Exchange Competition at the pure knowledge level.

As for individual combat...

This is probably only evident in team-based Jungle Confrontation, where the use of unarmed firearms is permitted.

With the aid of various high-tech equipment, Amos's size and the Vulcan Cannon he wields could probably suppress a forty-man infantry regiment!

The teenagers' eyes lit up.

"That's right. The purpose of this competition is twofold: positive and negative. We have to choose one of them."

"Winning will boost your confidence, allowing you to focus more effectively on the training ahead."

"We lost, but shame should motivate us to improve. Let's see what right you have to put on airs with me now. From now on, just follow my plan."

"But don't think you only have the option of losing now; this is only the first stop."

"Han Qianyun, Ingram, Tatarick..." Zhou Tian called out seven or eight names in one breath.

Their gazes met and then turned to Zhou Tian.

"I know your potential. All of you here have individual training programs. On the interstellar stage, warships and mechs are what you should be concerned about. However, although I say that individual combat strength is not important, Dawn's morale needs to be boosted."

"So... starting from the next stop, Taoyun Academy, you guys are all in. You can only win, not lose. Ingram, don't look at me with guilty eyes. Although I know you're strong in Psychic Combat, you also know your talent lies in mecha. The SCR Project testing team has already contacted you, right? Wait for the official Exchange Competition and prove your strength with a victory."

"Qianyun, you'll lead the team at the next three access points. If necessary, you can sweep through the entire area. After all, those eighty people in the academy are waiting for your information."

"Yes, Commander Zhou Tian."

Zhou Tian yawned out of boredom, leaned back in his seat, and looked up at the roof of the car, his smile still bright.

Lin Hao, I really overestimate you. To think you can catch up to even one-tenth of Qi Longxiang in this lifetime would be an understatement.

Meanwhile, Fighting Hall of the Special Training Base, nearly a hundred blue dots lit up simultaneously on the central control Optical Brain in front of Lin Hao, indicating that all ninety-seven Gravity Training Room that had just been activated were now operational.

However, Lin Hao's expression had turned serious when no one was around.

The weaknesses exposed by Dingchuan in this competition were too obvious.

The strength of an individual is not enough to mask the weakness of the overall strength.

We don't know what Colonel Qi's next move will be, so for now we can only continue these basic training sessions until the notification arrives.