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Lin Yao happily patted the young man's shoulder. "You’ve inspired me. I won't send you the leaves just yet; I'll give them to you once I've figured something out with them."
"Alright, I look forward to your results."
"Then I'll get back to work."
Excited, Lin Yao rushed to the laboratory, grabbed several beakers, and filled them with water. She then heated them to different temperatures. At first, there were no significant changes, but she noticed some softening in one of the samples. As she looked closer, she saw the white leaves dissolving in the water.
Using a glass rod, Lin Yao stirred the mixture and discovered transparent, thread-like substances forming inside. She couldn't help but feel thrilled. "The analysis method is surprisingly simple! Who would have thought?"
Just then, her communicator suddenly beeped.
Reluctantly, she set aside her work and answered the call.
"Boss, hurry to the arena! Wang Jincheng is about to get beaten to death!"
Hearing Meng Xingchen's anxious voice, Lin Yao quickly replied, "Keep an eye on things; I'll be there right away!"
When she hurried to the arena, it was already crowded with spectators. With no other option, she used her abilities to summon vines that wrapped around nearby branches and swung over the heads of the crowd.
"Wang Jincheng, weren't you being so arrogant?"
Seeing Wang Jincheng sprawled on the arena floor like a bloodied mess, with someone stepping on his head, Lin Yao couldn't care about anything else and jumped onto the stage.
Once the arena was activated, a protective shield rose around it. This shield was unbreakable, but there was a strong surrender button located nearby.
Pressing the button prompted the system: "Commander Lin Yao, do you wish to surrender?"
"Yes."
"Who is your surrender target?"
"Commander Wang Jincheng."
The system paused for a second before responding: "Surrender confirmed!"
Surrendering wasn't something anyone could do; it required a specific relationship with the target—in this case, Lin Yao was Wang Jincheng's team leader.
Meng Xingchen finally squeezed through the crowd and exclaimed anxiously, "Boss!"
However, by this time, the surrender process had been completed and the protective shield around the arena had vanished.
Lin Yao rushed onto the stage and confronted the person still standing on Wang Jincheng. "I've already acknowledged his defeat; you should let him go."
The person looked at Lin Yao with an expression that was surprisingly devoid of shock, instead radiating a hint of arrogance. "Oh, my apologies. I was a bit slow to react."
As he leisurely lifted his foot off Wang Jincheng's face, Lin Yao's anger surged. In that instant, she swiftly reached out with vines, gently wrapping them around Wang Jincheng and handing him over to Meng Xingchen, who would take him to the medical room for treatment.
Meng Xingchen's face was filled with concern. "Boss..."
"I'm fine, just go!" Lin Yao urged.
Once Wang Jincheng was taken away, the man turned around and approached Lin Yao. "Classmate, you do understand the rules of the arena match, don’t you?"
"I understand. Once you're on the stage, unless someone admits defeat, no one can interfere."
Seeing Meng Xingchen escorting Wang Jincheng away, Lin Yao finally had the composure to deal with the person in front of her.
"Since you know this, do you dare to violate the rules?"
Lin Yao couldn't be bothered to respond to that. Of course, she knew that interfering in someone else's arena match would incur punishment: one would have to accept ten strikes without dodging or resisting.
This punishment was quite severe when one was skilled in martial arts and had strong combat abilities. However, since Wang Jincheng had been knocked unconscious and this person was maliciously refusing to let him surrender, Lin Yao had no choice but to step in.
But since she dared to intervene, she was confident in her ability to handle it.
At that moment, the intelligent system chimed in: "Lin Yao from the Command Department, interfering in another's arena match requires punishment. Are you prepared?"
Lin Yao replied decisively, "I'm ready!"
Then a small light circle appeared in the center of the arena—just the right size for both of her feet to stand inside.
"Lin Yao from the Command Department, please stand in the light circle and prepare to accept your punishment."
Lin Yao complied and stepped into the circle as the system continued: "Lin Yao from the Command Department, once the punishment begins, please do not remove your feet from the circle; otherwise, it will be considered evasion and will reset the timer."
"Ma Che from the Combat Department, ten strikes as punishment. Shall we begin?"
Ma Che grinned smugly, malice evident in his demeanor. "Alright then, classmate—since you're so loyal to your friend, I won't hold back!"
The crowd watching began to feel anxious for her. Who was this girl? Why was she acting so recklessly?
Indeed, did she really think he would go easy on her just because she was a female student?
Little did they know that Ma Che was notorious at First Middle School. Why hadn’t the school dealt with him?
He hadn't openly violated any school rules, and the school couldn't do anything about him. This person was truly disgusting, always finding loopholes in the rules to do repulsive things. It was unclear who had offended him just now.
The audience murmured among themselves, their voices unrestrained, and naturally, the two on stage heard everything.
Ma Che, however, was completely unfazed, still grinning: "Classmate, are you considering begging for mercy?"
"If I beg for mercy, will you let me go?"
"Maybe it will be a little lighter."
Lin Yao shot him a deep glance; she decided it was better to pass on that.
Ma Che smirked, his face filled with reckless abandon. "Since you're not begging for mercy, don't blame me for being rude."
With that, he turned to the smart brain: "Start the punishment."
"Lin Yao from the directing department, are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
After Lin Yao's response, the smart brain announced: "Timing one minute, punishment begins!"
"Alright, Classmate Lin Yao, here comes the first move."
Without hesitation, Ma Che threw a punch straight at Lin Yao's face with a swift hook. The punch carried a force that made her head snap to the side.
Before Lin Yao could turn her head back, another punch came toward the other side of her face.
"Second move!"
He counted aloud while his hands moved even faster—one punch after another aimed directly at Lin Yao's face.
After several punches, Lin Yao's face had become unrecognizable; it was swollen and bruised, almost beyond shape, clearly showing that he held nothing back.
After delivering a series of humiliating blows to her face and seeing that Lin Yao didn't make a sound throughout the ordeal—her feet firmly planted without any sign of retreat—his malice grew even stronger.
If it weren't for the punishment system having limitations on how harshly one could inflict punishment without knocking someone out of bounds, he would have likely escalated things further by now.
With each subsequent move, Ma Che's punches became even more brutal. He first aimed a punch at Lin Yao's side waist—the area of the kidneys; if injured and not treated promptly, it could quickly lead to fatal consequences.
Lin Yao doubled over from the impact of that punch, her entire abdomen curling inwards.
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