Chapter 218 Schedule Progress
Chapter 218 Schedule Progress
The game is about to begin.
When Jiang He walked out of the toilet driving the Dawn Man, the appearance of this descending container had changed into a young man with a wolf tail.
Ah Er was waiting at the door at this time.
"Take him away, he should be able to sleep for two or three days."
"clear."
A Er stepped into the toilet. With the boss's Hua Jin skills, he could accomplish all kinds of incredible effects even with only the basic body of a Dawn man. All he had to do was to transfer the unlucky guy without attracting attention. With the Dawn's intelligent dispatch and command, this was not difficult.
"Lord Aira, uppercut him on the chin!"
"Tong Fei has already qualified!"
"Damn Ai's adopted son, he used a technological weapon. This is not fighting at all. Pay me back!"
Competitions in more than a dozen project areas in front of the venue were in full swing. Ai Liang won another game. The son of destiny, Lin Ye, also signed up for the fighting competition. The fighting competitions in the fortress did not require bare hands. He used a blood-red long sword, which was obviously not an ordinary item.
Jiang He walked out of the lounge and sat down on a bench in the preparation area. He was overwhelmed by the thunderous cheers of the citizens. The rebellion will be launched tomorrow evening when the commander comes to give a recruitment speech. The task assigned to him is simple. He only needs to deal with a few top-level psychics in the commander's personal guard camp.
"Theoretically, it shouldn't be difficult to win. My Hua Jin is enough to deal with these little guys. The only thing I need to consider is..."
"What is Hua Jin?"
In an instant, the temperature in the preparation area at the edge of the stadium seemed to drop by more than ten degrees, and the students who were preparing to go on stage all felt a piercing chill, just like ordinary people would lose their courage when facing a tiger's roar at close range, and livestock could only cower in fear when facing a butcher. At this moment, sitting on the scene was a predator that was countless times more powerful than the tiger.
Jiang He tilted his head, his eyes as calm as water.
He had not muttered anything just now.
On the bench, a girl with a delicate and cold face covered her chest with her hands and moved her body slightly to the side. She was wearing the short skirt of the Fortress Academy's female uniform, and her black stockings were quite eye-catching. The banner behind her clearly read the words "Non-Human Observation Society".
"Please don't look at me with the eyes of a bully." The girl showed a look of disgust.
Jiang He looked at the banner and said, "The Non-Human Observation Society only has you and Lin Ye, right?"
Although he was born in a barbaric border area and occasionally saw giants of foreign illegal immigrants in the canal when he went out, he still knew a thing or two about this classic development. If there were no clubs in the school, the male and female protagonists would lose the space to communicate alone.
"This has nothing to do with you." The girl's eyes were obviously not as clear as the wolf-tailed young man's. She had the necessary vigilance.
Jiang He turned his head, and the change in the other party's body temperature had already told him the answer. This guy had the ability to read minds, but it was not a big problem. The high agility and spirit accelerated his reaction and thinking. Even if ordinary people had the ability to read minds, they could not keep up with the speed of his thoughts.
[Executive exclusive tip: You have come into contact with an important person of destiny - Tong Xue, the eldest daughter of the Tong family]
Jiang He had a blank expression on his face. To him, Miss Tong was a necessary hunting target. The Crystal of Destiny could strengthen his most fundamental passive spearmanship, so there was no possibility of letting her go. As a G5-level councillor, the Tong family had a strong background, but there was ample room for survival in the forest in the second stage of the competition.
There was silence around the bench. Not long after, Tong Xue stood up and went to participate in directing the simulated combat project.
"Please contestant No. 333 go to the designated ring in the fighting arena."
Jiang He controlled the Dawn Man to leave the bench.
Fighting is the most popular event, with more than 500 applicants out of 2,000 students. Even if the top ten do not get good results in forest survival, they can easily join the security department of a large company. In the wasteland environment, these security departments have gun licenses.
On the tenth ring, the referee called someone up and said briefly, "Winners advance, losers retreat. Theoretically, if you win nine games in a row, you can become number one. Now that you understand, start."
Jiang He was speechless. The rules were so simple and crude.
As the referee whistled, the sturdy student on the other side of the ring stepped forward. The combat courses of the military academy gathered the essence of the Ninth Army, and they were very clean and neat. He started with a tentative jab. "If I hadn't become a player, I might have considered evasion or fighting fiercely, but now there's no need."
Jiang He watched the jab approaching quickly, raised his right hand and slapped it hard, his energy surged, an invisible gale whistled, his palm was still half a centimeter away from the opponent, but it felt like he was touching a solid entity.
call!
A strong wind blew in their faces, making the clothes of several people present rustle. The strong student was instantly off the ground, as if a windmill was spinning dozens of times in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud after a few seconds.
"Don't move, you two, hold the scene!"
The referee quickly called the inspector over, saying that it was a foul for people with special abilities to participate in the competition.
Several expensive machines scanned back and forth, but the descending container was a most normal Dawn person, without any extraordinary factors. The only flaw, the command core, had been shut down. Even on the display of CT instruments, it was just a super tumor the size of an apple.
"Everything... is normal." The inspector tapped the instrument, saw that the result on the screen had not changed, and looked up to report.
The referee didn't look very happy. How could it be normal when a slap could make someone fly?
"Ring No. 10 is temporarily suspended..."
Before he finished speaking, an academy staff member ran over and whispered to the referee, pointing to the VIP seats at the highest point of the venue.
The referee looked in the direction he was pointing.
"He's the man who's under the Secretary of Security's Logistics Department wearing sunglasses. We were notified before the game started to take care of him."
"I see."
The referee coughed twice and blew the whistle seriously.
"The result is normal. The competition continues. The next contestant will take the stage."
Due to the instrument detection, stage No. 10 attracted a lot of attention, and the attention of the betting market was also slightly shifted there.
The second student to appear was a thin young man, his body as strong as steel, and he had obviously undergone devilish training. He held a long sword with a saw-like notch on the edge.
"start!"
The referee waved.
The young man thrust his sword forward, his steps nimble yet swift. He paid attention to the failures of previous students and deliberately avoided hand-to-hand combat.
Jiang He was not very interested in bullying the weak. The attack of his sword was deflected by the invisible defense of Hua Jin. He stretched out his hand and clamped the opponent's neck with his tiger's mouth. He applied force lightly, and the man flew up and fell to the ground.
The referee professionally lay beside the young man and tapped the ground to count down. After confirming that the other party had fainted, he stood up and made the announcement.
"Number 333 wins!"
"What a conspiracy!" Many viewers shouted at the top of their lungs.
"He definitely used his superpowers!" one of the students shouted. Even the most elite soldiers couldn't throw an adult more than ten meters away with one hand.
The referee turned a deaf ear. Of course he knew something was wrong, but the test results were normal, so that was normal. Professionalism aside, the person in the VIP seat could easily take his life, and the Security Bureau was a violent agency of the Executive Office.
(End of this chapter)