Sang Ning was about to say yes when the holographic projections of the governors suddenly disappeared.
She expressed her helplessness regarding this.
Okay, enough said, the signal's gone again.
Based on past experience, it's unlikely that you'll be able to get in touch again in a short period of time.
So, just contact Uncle Gu directly.
As a result, Gu Shiqian could not be contacted either. Sang Ning was at her wit's end and could only send Gu Shiqian a message, asking him to contact her after seeing the message.
Fifteen minutes later, Sang Ning, who had been searching for the work robots, appeared in the gravity chamber.
She was almost crushed by the sudden gravity as soon as she entered, but fortunately she had a stable stance and quickly regained her balance.
At this moment, everyone's attention is focused on the battle between Emmanuel and Lampson, but Lampson is being dominated.
Luo Tianya and the others were cheering Lampson on, encouraging him to rise up and defeat Emmanuel, but no one noticed Sang Ning coming in.
She appeared silently beside Monet, Fimmonloya, and Fang Qingqing, poking Monet with her finger.
Noticing the strange sensation coming from her back, Monet turned her head to look over.
Upon seeing Sang Ning, she asked softly, "Are you done with your work?"
"Um."
Sang Ning nodded.
Watching Lampson, who had been kicked away by Emmanuel, leap up like an unkillable cockroach and shout "Let's do it again!", and then launch a fierce attack on Emmanuel.
He slightly raised his chin and asked, "How many times stronger is this?"
"Fifty."
Sang Ning paused for a moment. Fifty times the weight is equivalent to three hundred pounds. In other words, Emmanuel and Lampson, who were fighting in the center of the arena, were essentially fighting with a three hundred pound load on their backs.
This resilience... wow, no wonder they're interstellar humans.
How long have they been fighting?
"It's been more than ten minutes, I didn't pay attention to the exact time."
Then, Monet asked her with interest, "Do you want to give it a try?"
"With whom to try?"
Sang Ning didn't answer but asked a question instead, when a resentful voice came from the left, "Sang Ning, let's practice together."
"If you don't practice, let me tell you, I'll feel that life is meaningless, and I won't see any hope for the rest of my life."
Sang Ning turned to look at Bessimo, focusing on his face.
When Bessiere realized where her gaze was, he felt a pang of embarrassment. The scene of Sang Ning punching him with her little fists and asking if he wanted to withdraw from the competition flashed through his mind, and he felt terrible.
He instinctively wanted to step back, but his feet seemed to be rooted firmly to the spot.
He retorted forcefully, "What are you looking at? The reason we were eliminated by you before was because your attacks were too unexpected and we were caught off guard. If you're so tough, let's have a practice session now."
Sang Ning's lips twitched. "Have you ever seen a woman with guts?"
Bessimo, "???"
I suspect Sang Ning was driving, but I have no proof.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Sang Ning suddenly said—
"However, you can practice if you want, but are you sure you want to train with me?"
"Since I can beat you once, I can beat you twice. I advise you to think it over carefully."
The Bessimo people were furious. "Listen to this, is this how a human being speaks?"
They're worse than animals.
He gritted his teeth, glared at Sang Ning for two seconds, and then said decisively, "Lian, if I don't give you a good beating today, I'll change my surname to yours."
Sanning, "···"
I didn't want such a big son.
but--
"Okay, just don't cry later."
As she spoke, Sang Ning took off her coat, and Fimonloya immediately reached out and took it away with astonishing speed.
"Ningning, are you sure you want to train with Bessie?"
Bessimo is 198cm tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, while Sanning is 170cm tall and has a slender build.
It's no exaggeration to say that her waist is not even as thick as Bessemer's thigh.
Although it's true that Bessimo and her group were eliminated by Sang Ning, her victory was undeniably due to her skill, but more importantly, it relied on surprise tactics.
The two are now training in the gravity chamber, and Bessiere, holding his breath, won't hold back.
Given the vast difference in their physiques, it seemed unlikely that Sang Ning would achieve victory as easily as before.
Monet and the others shared the same thought, and even Emmanuel and Lampson, who heard the commotion, paused their fight and looked over.
He had the smug look of someone watching the drama unfold.
Fimmonloa wanted to continue persuading him, but Sang Ning waved her hand and said, "Practice it. If you don't practice, Bessimo won't give up. I don't want to be followed by a resentful man with a sullen face like a ghost every day for the rest of my trip."
The thought of that is terrifying.
Yan Zhang nudged Bessimo, "Old Bessimo, I think you've gone too far."
So what if the men are eliminated? They're not the first ones Sang Ning has eliminated. There's really no need to take it to heart.
If we're going to lose face, we should all lose face together. There's no need to seek revenge on Sang Ning; that's not manly at all.
Bessimo didn't think so. He said with a wronged look, "I'm not doing anything. I just want to spar with Sang Ning to confirm his strength."
At this point, he said with some distress, "You don't know, ever since I was eliminated by Sang Ning and came to the ship, I haven't been able to sleep at night. Every time I close my eyes, the scene of Sang Ning eliminating us appears in my mind."
"I reviewed the game again and again, but I still couldn't convince myself that Sang Ning won through skill..."
He continued, and neither Sang Ning nor the others interrupted him, letting him chatter on and on.
After he finished rambling, Sang Ning and the others understood.
This guy went on and on, but he just couldn't accept it.
If that's the case, then there's no need for them to try to persuade them.
There are always some people in this world who, even after suffering losses, never learn their lesson.
It's clear that Bessimo is that kind of person.
With that in mind, Elliott was the first to speak.
He said, "Ningning, beat him up."
Sang Ning hummed in agreement, while Mo Nainai waved her little fist and said, "Bessimo's face wasn't swollen enough last time, Ningning, this time you should try to make sure he can't be seen by anyone for ten days or half a month."
That's way too harsh. As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit someone in the face, but to hit someone so badly that they can't be seen by others for ten days or half a month is really going too far.
Bessiere snorted, "We don't know who'll beat whom yet."
As he spoke, he stood in the center of the arena, his legs slightly apart, and beckoned to Sang Ning with his finger, "Sang Ning, come here, let's have a proper match."
"Come!"
Without saying a word, Sang Ning stood opposite him. This was Sang Ning's first time experiencing a gravity chamber.
It's a little uncomfortable, but within a tolerable range.
"retreat!"
At Emmanuel's command, Lampson immediately rolled over, stood up, and retreated to a position against the wall.
Monet and the others also stepped back, completely clearing the space in the middle of the gravity chamber for the two of them.
"Da da—"
The sound of steady, powerful footsteps came from the doorway; the person in charge arrived with medical and security robots.
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