The captain of the 7th squad, known for his exceptional defense, was carried down. The physician removed his armor and bandaged his wounds.
Gritting his teeth through the pain, he said, "It's strange. When I fell, I didn't feel anything pulling me. What he awakened might not be telekinesis. Every time I slipped, he pointed at me and said 'slip.' Could it be a curse?"
Generally, the abilities of the Awakened don't come out of nowhere.
They are related to their cultivation methods. For example, Martial Masters from the Flame Camp often awaken abilities related to fire.
At the Black Mountain Camp, they practice something called the "Dark Night Divine Fist," and the abilities of their General are related to darkness.
It's said they excel in night combat.
The Awakened on the stage is an anomaly, a prodigy who awakened early.
Their abilities might not be tied to cultivation methods.
Instead, they could be linked to the genes of their ancestors.
"Hmm! Rest well and recover," Commander Zhao patted him and had him carried away.
After each match, there was a 10-minute break.
Commander Zhao addressed Tang Wen, Zhou Bing, and the others, "You've seen it. His ability is instantaneous but not entirely indefensible. From now on, focus on defense. Watch his mouth. The moment he opens it, be cautious!"
As he finished speaking, the captain of the 3rd squad was about to step up.
Suddenly, Zhou Bing stood up first, "I'll go. Maybe I can expose more of his weaknesses."
Among all the captains, she was the strongest.
Commander Zhao nodded slowly, "Alright."
Then, he suddenly paused, tilting his head as if listening.
Half a minute later, he spoke, "General Zhou just informed me that the mission has changed. Our goal is no longer to stop their winning streak. Instead, everyone's objective is to train themselves and understand the abilities of the person on the stage."
The group nodded in silence.
Tang Wen also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking General Zhou was truly considerate. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, he quickly adjusted the strategy.
Time was up, and Zhou Bing prepared to step onto the stage.
Tang Wen couldn't help but advise, "Be extremely careful. Don't push yourself too hard."
The ice beauty's lips curved slightly, "My ability is to overcome men. His ability is to bring misfortune. Perhaps I can counter him."
Huh?
Everyone was taken aback. That seemed to make some sense.
But Tang Wen didn't believe she had such an ability at all and quickly said, "Don't think like that. You should fight as if you have no ability against him!"
"Don't worry."
Zhou Bing flicked her ponytail and strode onto the stage with her long legs.
Commander Zhao looked Tang Wen up and down: This kid has quite the courage!
On the stage, Zhou Bing, tall and slender like a supermodel, towered over the Awakened opponent.
The Awakened's face darkened, "A woman, looking like a mare or a cow. Kneel and beg for mercy, and I might spare your life!"
Zhou Bing ignored him.
His expression grew even uglier.
Clack.
A stone hit the ground.
Zhou Bing's almond-shaped eyes were deep, unaffected by the opponent's trash talk. She steadily approached, spear in hand.
"Slip!" The Awakened activated his ability.
Her foot slipped, and she lost her balance, about to fall backward.
Zhou Bing remained calm, using the spear's end to steady herself. With a twist of her waist, she regained her balance.
Clang!
The spear and short spear clashed.
The Awakened, holding the short spear with one hand, felt his palm go numb, gaining no advantage.
Seeing Zhou Bing approach, he shouted repeatedly, "Slip! Lose your footing!"
After shouting, he charged forward again.
Zhou Bing leaned back, her feet slipping, and it seemed she was about to fall flat on her back.
But she didn't resist. As she fell backward, she swept her spear horizontally, aiming straight for her opponent's throat.
Trading injury for a life!
The Awakened had no choice but to abandon his attack and use his shield to deflect the spear tip.
Zhou Bing executed an iron bridge, rising swiftly, her spear blossoming with dazzling patterns as she intercepted the incoming Blood Spear!
"Bravo!"
The onlookers from the Flame Camp cheered loudly.
Tang Wen also felt a slight sense of relief.
"You mare really have some skills!" Zhou Bing's fierce assault made the Awakened much more cautious.
Not far away, Old Black Devil sneered, "Zhou Bighead, isn't that your niece? Why not marry her off to my brother? We could join forces to kill the Flame Woman, and you could become the camp leader. How about it?"
General Zhou glanced at him, "Why don't you just call me 'godfather' instead? Wouldn't that be better?"
Old Black Devil wasn't angered, "What's so great about your pathetic camp? Look at our Black Mountain Battalion—Martial Masters with harems, living high and mighty. If we need something, we just take it! When we see a beautiful woman, we make her a concubine! That's what I call living!"
"That's called being a beast!" General Zhou cut him off directly.
"Heh, you're still as ungrateful as ever. No matter, when your camp falls, you'll have no choice but to bow."
"You won't live to see that day."
As the two exchanged barbs, the situation on the battlefield shifted.
The Blood Spear Awakener, with his bizarre abilities and formidable martial skills, discarded his shield and wielded his spear with both hands, engaging Zhou Bing in a fierce exchange.
"Slip!"
In a battle between experts, a mistake could be fatal.
Zhou Bing was prepared. She bent low and dodged swiftly as the Blood Spear grazed past her head, snapping the hair tie holding her hair.
Her dark locks cascaded down like a waterfall.
Both beautiful and heroic.
"Slip, split!"
The Awakened, with his rich combat experience, uttered two words, and Zhou Bing's legs slid apart, forcing her into a split as she sat on the ground.
She could only barely raise her spear to block!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Blood Spear rained down with brutal force.
Zhou Bing wasn't known for her strength, and in her hasty defense, she took a heavy toll from the opponent's attacks.
"Die!"
The Awakened swept his spear horizontally. Zhou Bing's body trembled with the force, her movements slowing just enough for the Blood Spear to reach her!
Bang!
Zhou Bing, along with her spear, was sent flying several meters.
"Ugh!"
She spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I surrender!"
"Strain!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously.
The Awakened thrust his spear forward.
Zhou Bing frowned. Her left arm couldn't lift properly, clearly strained.
At the critical moment, she could only grip her spear with her right hand and hurl it with all her might.
She was gambling!
Betting that her opponent would dodge!
The Awakened, unwilling to take the risk, swung his spear to deflect hers. By the time he prepared to strike again, Commander Zhao had already stepped in front of Zhou Bing.
The Awakened could only reluctantly retract his Blood Spear.
Tang Wen followed closely, shooting a glare at the opponent before bending down to pick up Zhou Bing and carry her to the rear.
"My spear! My spear!"
Zhou Bing shouted from his arms.
Wu Tian from the team ran over, picked up the spear, and handed it back to Zhou Bing.
Zhou Bing's spear was of exceptional quality, passed down from her father.
At the rear, near the carriage, a physician was already waiting.
After a quick examination, he said, "Miss Zhou only suffered some internal shock. Spitting out the blood is a good sign. I'll go prepare some medicine. After drinking it, make sure to rest."
"Alright."
"Thank you." Tang Wen gently placed Zhou Bing in the carriage, propping a pillow behind her.
Zhou Bing felt a warmth in her heart: "I'm fine. The opponent is strong, but he has his limits. It seems he can't use his ability three times in a row, otherwise, I would have been dead. Also, he needs a short interval each time he uses his ability."
She held Tang Wen's hand and shared her observations one by one.
"Ahem, ahem!" Commander Zhao coughed.
Zhou Bing withdrew her hand, feeling a slight sense of loss.
Commander Zhao said, "Team Zhou fought well. The opponent was quite exhausted. I saw that bastard's eyes were red. Just now, we all engaged in close combat. So, Tang Wen, you're up next."
"Alright!" Tang Wen didn't refuse.
He stood up, ready to leave, but suddenly noticed that Zhou Bing's black hair was somewhat blocking her vision.
He walked to a nearby tree, broke off a branch about the length of a chopstick, and used his Flying Knife to peel off the bark.
Returning to the carriage, he gathered her long hair and tied it into a bun.
What?
Everyone was watching!
"Alright! Let's go!" Tang Wen nodded to Zhou Bing, whose face was red and body stiff.
He led the way to the arena.
Zhou Bing covered her face with her hands, the temperature on her oval face scalding.
But the next moment, she felt disheartened: 'No, no! I can't harm him!'
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