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As a result, those who had just been eager to take the stage began to retreat, leaving Lin Yao's arena unattended for a long time. The event organizer wouldn't allow the stage to remain empty, so they started the countdown. After three minutes, with no one stepping up, it was announced that Lin Yao would defend her title by default.
Having only fought two matches and already letting someone win was unacceptable to the participants. Eventually, someone would always time their entry just as the countdown was about to expire and step onto the stage to challenge her. Although she consistently defended her title successfully, this dragging out of time was uncomfortable not only for Lin Yao but also for the spectators watching.
However, this situation wasn't unique to Lin Yao's arena; several high-ranking fighters faced the same treatment. Eventually, the event organizer had no choice but to adjust the rules. If no one stepped up within a minute, they would randomly call out names, and those called would have to take the stage to challenge; otherwise, it would be considered a forfeit.
This method finally sped up the progress of the fighting matches. After two rounds of four matches each, it was already mid-afternoon. Among Lin Yao's acquaintances, only Yao Beiluo and Wang Jincheng had advanced to the fifth round in both of their matches, while Zhou Heng had progressed to the finals in shooting, and Zhang Feng had made it to the finals in fighting.
As for Meng Xingchen and Bai Zhenzhen, both were eliminated in the second round of their fighting matches. Bai Zhenzhen managed to hold on until the third round in shooting, while Meng Xingchen made it to the fourth round in shooting. Given these results, Bai Zhenzhen's performance was somewhat understandable; after all, she was only at level three in physical skills and girls generally had less talent in combat.
Meng Xingchen, being at level four in physical skills, should have ranked higher based on skill level. Therefore, being eliminated in the second round of fighting was hard for people to accept. Lin Yao scolded her, "Have you been slacking off in your training? You didn't even make it past the third round in the fighting competition."
"Boss, it's really not my fault! I was overwhelmed by a group attack," Meng Xingchen hurriedly explained. "Bai Zhenzhen was right there watching; she should have seen it."
Bai Zhenzhen covered her mouth and chuckled. "Captain, you really should give him a lesson about this. He was lucky; there were only two or three level four fighters out of a hundred on that stage. His chances of winning were pretty good. Who told him to be so unlucky?"
Meng Xingchen quickly stepped forward to cover Bai Zhenzhen's mouth. "Boss, I'll practice hard when I get back! Help me adjust my training schedule then; I promise I'll follow it diligently."
After hearing his promise, Lin Yao paused for a moment before nodding. "Remember what you said. When we get back, I'll have Zhang Feng take you along. If you don't follow through one day, I'll personally come and train you!"
Meng Xingchen nodded frantically, quickly dragging Bai Zhenzhen away from the scene.
In truth, it was no surprise that Meng Xingchen, with her personality, would say something to provoke the crowd's anger. However, this kind of indiscriminate behavior was likely influenced by Wan Jincheng. The two shared similar carefree natures, both being a bit scatterbrained. Meng Xingchen was aware of her own shortcomings and usually kept her silliness in check. But after Wan Jincheng joined their group, their similar personalities drew them together more often.
Wan Jincheng had a sharp tongue but backed it up with real skill; he could easily handle ten opponents at once. Meng Xingchen's indiscriminate remarks, on the other hand, showed that she had become a bit too carefree—perhaps it was time for her to be reined in. Yet, these matters could wait until after military training; for now, they needed to focus on completing the competition and keeping an eye on the spy situation.
In the final round of the shooting competition, due to the competitors' closely matched skills, the difficulty level was raised once again. This adjustment was significant; after the first round of shooting, noticeable gaps began to emerge among the participants. The results formed three distinct tiers.
At the top were a few individuals like Lin Yao and Yao Beiluo, who performed exceptionally well. In the middle tier were Zhou Heng and Wan Jincheng along with about twenty others who barely met the standards. The remaining sixty or seventy competitors had results that were simply dismal.
Seeing these scores, the onlooking students commented, "Isn't this the level of a professional sniper?"
It’s true what they say: some people score a hundred not because they can only achieve that much but because that's the highest possible score.
Indeed, as soon as the difficulty increased, it became clear who had ordinary talent, moderate talent, and top-tier talent.
"Yao Beiluo truly deserves to be called the best of our generation; her talent is remarkable."
"Did you notice? Among the first group of competitors, there’s even a girl!"
"I know about her. She's impressive; she made it to the finals in the fighting competition too. I feel like she’s not any worse than Yao Beiluo."
"That’s impossible! If she were that amazing, how come we’ve never heard her name before?"
"Exactly! She definitely can't compare to Yao Beiluo."
The audience discussed fervently, but the participants were oblivious to their chatter, too preoccupied to care.
During the second round of shooting, the difficulty level set by the competition's AI increased once again. Many contestants began to complain about the unfairness of the AI while simultaneously firing blindly in frustration. The targets moved at an incredibly fast pace, and by the time they aimed and shot, it was already too late. They could only rely on instinct and shoot without aiming.
After finishing, they heard the AI announce the scores. When they learned that the second tier's scores had dropped, a flicker of comfort crossed their minds. However, before they could celebrate for long, another announcement came: "Second round, Yao Beiluo, score."
Before they could voice their complaints, another score followed: "Second round, Lin Yao, score."
Though the difference in scores between Yao Beiluo and Lin Yao was minimal, it did not imply that their shooting skills were nearly equal. After all, the total score was still quite low. If the difficulty were raised again, who knew how much further apart their scores might become?
The onlookers thought this but held little hope that the AI would increase the difficulty again. After all, the previous two rounds had already established a clear gap between them; there seemed to be no need for further escalation.
To their surprise, when the third round began, the speed of the moving targets increased yet again, setting a new historical record for intermediate competitors. At this point, even those with Level Four physical skills could barely see the targets; all they could make out were mere afterimages.
Those who had been eliminated in the first round cursed under their breath and dropped their guns in resignation. Even Wang Jincheng, who usually remained unfazed, was momentarily stunned by the speed before raising his gun without hesitation and firing a few shots. He didn’t even bother to check his score before exiting the competition area.
As he left, he spotted Zhou Heng looking utterly speechless and teased him: "Zhou Heng, can you see the gap now?"
"What gap?" Zhou Heng replied flatly.
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