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Who was going to go first?
Somebody go already!
A bunch of people eyed each other. They were not satisfied, but when it was time to step up, they all suddenly had cold feet. Wang Zheng had thrashed Atos and had stood his ground against Achilles. They had persevered so far. If they staked it all on one battle and were eliminated, they would feel cheated.
Furthermore, they would be challenging a leader.
Most members quickly calmed down. They recalled Wang Zheng's performance in the first phase and marked him as a silent but difficult opponent.
Atos sneered at the fearful atmosphere and was about to act, but he was stopped by Taros beside him, who shook his head.
Clearly Taros did not favor Atos in a fight against Wang Zheng.
Even though the average people did not respond, this did not mean that the other potential leaders would not respond either, right?
Atos had thought that Achilles would jump at the opportunity to eradicate Wang Zheng the moment the announcement was made. However, the Sun God stood by, motionless.
He felt a little let down. He had been peeved that Achilles had not assented to intervene on his behalf last time. Although Wang Zheng was a bastard, he had stood up for Zhang Shan. He, on the other hand, had two fingers broken and became a laughing stock to boot. Now he had set up this opportunity for Achilles, but Achilles did not act. When had the Sun God become such a coward?
Atos' resentment gave him pluck, but he found himself restrained by Taros' hand, which gripped him as firmly as a steel bar.
Achilles showed no signs of moving, as though the thought had not occurred to him. Lear too seemed to have heard nothing.
What… was going on?
Was Wang Zheng so scary?
In an instant, Wang Zheng's prestige rose significantly.
"Keke, Wang Zheng, when you came to Mars, I already wanted to learn from you. Well, since the opportunity has presented itself, let's get down to it." Raston stood up with a smile.
Wang Zheng answered his smile with one of his own. "Sure!"
Lie Xin was no fool. More accurately, those who came from the prestigious families were not prone to rash actions. Wang Zheng's Ability X could very well be C-rank. Acting without knowing what to expect could lead to no good outcome.
Achilles and Lear held back, and Lie Xin would too. If she had been alone, she would have challenged him without hesitation. But it was clear that whoever went against Wang Zheng first would come out looking badly compared to the other two.
These three were waiting to see who would twitch first. They were engaged in a contest of patience.
Raston could also be counted as one of the potential leaders - he was definitely qualified. To him, the leadership was secondary. What mattered to him was being chosen for the team. He wanted to go to Aslan. He longed to go to Aslan and test himself against the experts that came from all corners of the Milky Way. As a warrior, it was a dream to him.
Whether he made it as a leader or not was unimportant.
Furthermore, Wang Zheng would make a worthy opponent.
And as for Wang Zheng?
He had controlled himself for so long. It was not to say that he liked basic training - that would be a huge joke. To him, it was the most boring thing. He was simply mature enough to know what to do and what not to do. Beneath his fierce concentration was buried a fierce desire to rebel and a thirst for battle.
Control. He had tremendous self-control.
As Raston took the field, the students gave a cheer. It was a rare opportunity to fight, and everyone looked forward to a real battle.
Bata Type V, 1 on 1, practice mecha. Getting destroyed or surrendering counted as defeat.
In the desert practice arena, the two Bata Type Vs approached unhurriedly. The rest were watching silently from the sides.
Raston, hailed as the prince of Caragal, was praised with the title of King of Power. His ability was prodigious and well controlled, and his mecha handling was highly competent. He had heart and maturity beyond peers of his age, which enabled him to bring even more power to bear in battles.