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He gestured for Zhou Heng to look at the two remaining competitors in the arena: Lin Yao and Yao Beiluo. Zhou Heng's expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly smiled and said, "Even if those two are still on the field, it doesn't mean they can score full marks at this difficulty level. After all, Yao Beiluo didn't achieve a perfect score in the last round."
However, before he could say anything further, the announcer's voice rang out: "Lin Yao, score."
"Yao Beiluo, score."
Zhou Heng hadn't even had time to react when Wang Jin's mood soured. "Damn it, how can Yao Beiluo still manage to pass?"
Aren't you supposed to be amazed that Lin Yao's speed can still earn her full marks? Zhou Heng couldn't understand his thought process; clearly someone had set a high standard, so why was he complaining about the ranking?
Wang Jin grinned at him, showing a big smile. "Our captain is impressive; I’ve known that since day one. What’s surprising about it?"
Zhou Heng thought to himself: It's pointless to argue with a fool.
Previously, Yao Beiluo had been closely trailing behind in scores, but now only Lin Yao remained far ahead, achieving full marks. This performance left everyone in the arena stunned.
Especially the officers from Yunmeng Star, who looked at her with eyes practically shining.
Even Yao Beiluo seemed momentarily lost in thought upon seeing Lin Yao's score.
As for those who had previously claimed that Lin Yao was inferior to Yao Beiluo, their voices vanished the instant the scores were announced. Every gaze directed at her now held a hint of respect.
Lin Yao was also surprised; after securing first place in the shooting competition, she headed towards the fighting arena for the final round of competition.
Some people wanted to approach her, but they were blocked by members of the Mingguang team.
Not wanting to disturb Lin Yao, the Mingguang team members instinctively organized themselves to protect their captain in the center.
Meng Xingchen and Zhang Feng cleared the way while Bai Zhenzhen and Wan Xiaoqi flanked her on either side. Wang Jin brought up the rear.
"Make way! Our captain still has to participate in the finals of the fighting competition. Please step aside and don't hold us up!"
Upon hearing this, those who had gathered around unconsciously parted to make way.
Lin Yao felt it was a bit excessive; there was no need for such fuss.
Before she could finish her thought, Bai Zhenzhen interrupted her. "It is necessary. If you don’t want to be surrounded by people, just let us take you out of here."
Lin Yao, completely inexperienced, could only remain silent.
Wang Jin, on the other hand, was not one to shy away from the excitement; he greeted everyone with enthusiasm.
"If you want to know why our captain is so amazing, just follow our First Academy's campus network. After asking my captain, I'll make a special post to share with you all!"
"Can you ask how long Lin Yao has been practicing shooting?"
"I want to know about Lin Yao's shooting skills."
"Yes, yes, I want to know too."
"And for the last round of shooting, I heard that the targets were hard to see. Could Lin Yao see them clearly?"
"Is shooting about aiming with your eyes or relying on instinct?"
If Lin Yao were to answer these questions, she would probably just tell them that there were no special skills involved; it was all just a matter of practice. After all, she had always directly fought against star beasts.
For her, these shooting competitions were child's play. Star beasts, regardless of their size, were tough and resilient. To deal with them, one had to target their weaknesses and strike multiple times at those points to take them down.
Sometimes they would come in overwhelming numbers, and in order to survive, one had to shoot quickly and accurately while constantly moving.
The invasion of the Mingguang Star System by star beasts had lasted over a hundred years. Initially, there was a strong and organized military resistance, but eventually it became fragmented and desperate. By the end, the Mingguang Star System was on the brink of destruction, yet many still managed to survive amidst the chaos of star beasts.
They formed secret alliances and established small teams, engaging in hit-and-run tactics. Gradually, the number of team members dwindled; some teams were left with only one person, and they might not encounter another soul for thousands of kilometers around.
The longer these individuals survived and fought against star beasts, the more skilled they became. Among those who persisted until the end, almost all were versatile fighters. Lin Yao was no exception.
She survived until there was no one else left on the entire planet and faced an endless swarm of star beasts with no choice but to self-destruct in a final act of desperation.
With her background, discussing shooting techniques seemed irrelevant; it was all about survival skills.
In the end, only individuals made it to the finals of the fighting competition.
After all, the tournament consisted of ten consecutive matches, leaving little time for rest in between. If they encountered opponents of similar strength, they could easily be worn out along the way. Those who secured a spot in the finals were all formidable fighters with strong endurance, capable of overwhelming most others.
"Once we face them, hold nothing back and bring your strongest abilities to the fight," Lin Yao instructed her teammates before stepping onto the stage.
"Are you not worried about other schools employing a strategy like Tian Ji's horse racing? After all, there’s still the campus ranking to consider," Meng Xingchen questioned, puzzled.
Among the five special schools, when it came to combat prowess, the First Academy always ranked first. Therefore, they occupied one of the spots in the finals. Following them was Star Defense High School, which had one individual advancing to the finals.
Although the First Academy had one more spot than Star Defense High School, if they truly resorted to a strategy akin to Tian Ji's horse racing for campus rankings, predicting the outcome for the First Academy would indeed be quite difficult.
Lin Yao glanced at all the competitors from the First Academy who had advanced to the finals: two from their team—Zhang Feng and Wan Jin—familiar face Yao Beiluo, and a less familiar boy from Class One named Chen Meng. Noticing that some of them were contemplating Meng Xingchen's words, she smiled.
"If we have to sacrifice our own school's achievements just to secure a campus ranking, then that ranking isn't worth having!"
However, Zhou Heng still seemed hesitant.
"What weight does a school ranking hold? It’s merely a title. If you earn it, it’s deserved; if you don’t, it just means you lack strength."
Lin Yao's voice was commanding. "Remember this: no matter who we face, fight hard for me. Our school doesn’t need victories that come from holding back; we need respect—even in defeat!"
After spending time together and witnessing her strength over the past few days, they all accepted Lin Yao as their leader. No one opposed her words anymore; everyone nodded in agreement.
"Alright, we understand."
Soon after, the tournament organizer announced the start of the competition. The finals consisted of individual matches where fighters took turns battling each other. Each match would conclude with a victor, and rankings would be determined by the number of wins.
This time, only three arenas were opened for use. Each match was limited to half an hour; if time exceeded that limit, it would be counted as a draw.
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