One-on-one?
The audience in the stands hadn't left, the live broadcast had just ended, the referee was still sitting on the stage, and the commentator had just taken off his headset and put away his microphone when the deafening sound of the duel echoed throughout the venue.
Apart from the military academy students from the top ten military academies and the millions of spectators, no one left or sat down; they all stood, as if they thought things weren't getting serious enough: "Your Highness, challenge him to a duel and beat that sore loser to death!"
"Your Highness, we are your little fans! We are your little fans! Go! Let's take down those who dare to defy us and make them submit!"
"Go, Your Highness! Go, Your Highness! We believe in you! We're rooting for you! You have to fight them one-on-one!"
Before Jiang Si could speak, the more than 800 people surrounded by her became unhappy and said, "Oh my, the First Military Academy and the Second Military Academy can't stand losing. Who are you pointing to as your defeated opponent?"
"If you can't accept defeat, then you can't accept defeat. And you blame us dogs? You're shameless enough, but what about the First and Second Military Academy's reputation?"
"You all cheated, what face do you have?" The people surrounding them were furious: "We're fighting, getting headshots, and competing with others, and what are you doing? Over 400 mechs are just huddled together, only defending and not attacking, just sitting there until the end of the preliminaries. What kind of winners are you?"
"That's right. The mecha competition has been held 270 times. Which one is like you guys? You dogs don't fight, you don't attack, you only defend. You are cheating, collectively cheating. We don't accept this. I want to challenge you and have a one-on-one fight with you."
"Want to fight me one-on-one?" Jiang Si moved with lightning speed, grabbing the finger of the First Military Academy student who was pointing at her nose with eyes full of resentment, twisting it backward, and kicking him in the knee.
With a loud clang.
Lin Shu, who was pointing at her nose and cursing, suddenly knelt down, her face turning deathly pale with pain.
moment.
The scene was completely silent.
All eyes were on Jiang Si.
Jiang Si twisted Lin Shu's fingers, her eyes lowered: "I hate it when people point fingers at me and curse me. You want to fight me one-on-one? With your weak legs, you dare to fight me one-on-one? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You think you're worthy?"
"You all cheated..."
Jiang Si interrupted him coldly, saying, "If you think we cheated collectively, go find the referee, go ask the audience at the venue, or the viewers in the live stream. There's no rule that says we can't cheat or cooperate in a mixed preliminary round."
“You guys don’t cooperate with each other, you don’t work together, and you come looking for trouble with us. Let’s have a one-on-one fight. Come on, let’s see who dares to come and fight us today.”
After Jiang Si finished speaking, she forcefully flung Lin Shu's hand away. With a cracking sound, her fingers and the bones in his hand were all broken.
"ah!"
Lin Shu let out a scream, his face ashen white: "My hand, my hand, my hand hurts so much! Get me a healer, get me a healer..."
However, despite his screams and cries, not a single person came forward to help him, not even one of the people who had come with him to provoke him.
That's not all. Those who came out with him to provoke others involuntarily took a step back upon seeing the fierce young prince, no longer daring to shout or provoke him.
"Trash, trash!" Jiang Si didn't hold back with them: "See? You're the only one who's sticking your neck out. The others are all talk and no action. They're not going to actually come and challenge me to a one-on-one fight."
Lin Shu's shouting stopped abruptly. He twisted his body sharply and looked at the people who had just shouted with him. Their eyes were all darting around, and none of them dared to look him in the eye.
Just then, the referee arrived, leading the people in charge of venue security.
Several thousand people were blocking more than 800 people. At this moment, they were like defeated roosters, all drooping and without any spirit.
The team leaders from the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Military Academies also arrived.
Yan Qi and Si Mubei also came over.
The two of them came over and glanced at Jiang Si, especially Si Mubei, who waved to her, telling her to stand back; he was about to start his performance.
Jiang Si obediently stepped back.
Si Mubei took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and shook the referee's hand: "Could you please stay to the side for a moment?"
The referee was puzzled: "..."
He remained standing there quietly without saying a word.
Si Mubei approached the leader of the First Military Academy, warmly shook his hand, and said without using any vulgar language, "I have long heard of the First Military Academy. Because of my poor grades, I did not meet the requirements to go to the First Military Academy. I have always longed to go there. Seeing it today, I can see that it is indeed good to have longed to go there. I was so disappointed that I could not go."
First Military Academy Team Leader: "..."
She... has such a sharp tongue.
What a waste of that aloof and beautiful face.
Ginger shreds: "..."
Fat Orange is awesome!
Her little mouth was chattering away.
That's impressive in its depth.
Si Mubei released the hand of the leader of the First Military Academy and went to the leader of the Second Military Academy. He took her hand in the same manner and shook it warmly: "Second Military Academy, Second Military Academy, what a good name, what a wonderful name, what a great name! As expected of the eternal number two, if you can't beat them, you have to fight one-on-one. It's okay, the kids don't know any better. What can we adults do but spoil them and let them have their way!"
"But children are children, they may not know any better, and they may not be able to accept defeat, but adults can't be ignorant. Let's set a time later to spar, to have a one-on-one duel. Bring your weapons, mechs, guns, cannons, knives, whatever you want, Second Military Academy. I, Bei Bei, will accompany you to the end."
The leader of the Second Military Academy: "..."
No, they weren't thinking about a one-on-one fight.
This is a mecha competition.
In the capital star.
No, no, I wouldn't dare.
After Si Mubei finished speaking, he let go of her hand and walked to the leader of the Third Military Academy.
The leader of the Third Military Academy refused to shake hands with him, placing his hands behind his back, indicating he didn't want to shake hands or get hurt.
So what if we don't shake hands? It doesn't affect Si Mubei's verbal performance at all: "Third Military Academy, the people you sent this time are all the top 100 elites in the mecha department."
"The top 100, the professional mecha teams are nothing special. They can't even beat the amateur team I trained, so they can't stand losing and insist on one-on-one duels. Tsk tsk, what are you doing? What are you doing, trying to wipe out my entire team through one-on-one duels? You guys are truly vicious and despicable!"
The leader of the Third Military Academy: "..."
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going!" Seeing the leader of the Fourth Military Academy about to leave, Si Mubei pointed at them with his hand painted with bright red nail polish: "You don't want your people anymore, or are you a professional trouble-making team, only responsible for stirring up trouble and not for putting it out?"
"Look at you cowards, why are you running away? Why are you leaving? Let's build some rapport, and if it doesn't work out, let's have a one-on-one fight. It's no big deal, I'll play with you."
"And you, and you too! 1234 are capable, what's a 6 doing here? And you, 7, and you, 8, and you, 9, and you, 10, you're all standing on the outside, trying to take on 1234 one-on-one. You shameless people are just stirring up trouble outside."
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