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449 Admitting Defeat!

Qiao Ting could sense the rage in Zhao Jun's heart, and he knew the reason for it. The incident involving Luo Lang before the start of the tournament ... as long as one had the interest, it was easy to find out about it. What Qiao Ting had not expected was that Zhao Jun would take this slight against a teammate to heart so much after only having joined Lingtian for just a short couple of months. Was this another one of Ling Lan's unknown abilities?

Qiao Ting glanced at Zhao Jun with a troubled gaze, his emotions a rather complicated mess. He could not tell if he was admiring or jealous of Ling Lan ...

Right then, Jiang Shaoyu had already chosen one of the balls. Holding onto it, he did not look at it any longer than necessary before turning around to walk back to his original position. He had yet to stop walking when the referee had already called up the second person to draw — it was Zhao Jun!

Zhao Jun took a deep breath and stepped forwards. As he brushed by Jiang Shaoyu, he sent a fierce glare at the other. Jiang Shaoyu saw Zhao Jun's hostile gaze and was instantly aggravated. He had not forgotten that this person had been there at the scene when he was at his most humiliated.

A savage air gripped him by the heart, and Jiang Shaoyu could hardly repress the killing intent that surged up in response ... he clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers almost gouged into the flesh, and the sharp pain helped him to calm down.

By then, Zhao Jun had already turned his gaze away. With a cold huff, he walked past Jiang Shaoyu to come before the choosing station and picked a ball. Jiang Shaoyu slowly turned his head to stare at Zhao Jun's back as he walked away and his eyes revealed a brief flash of killing intent.

He hoped that the ball Zhao Jun had chosen would have the same number as the ball he had chosen. He would be extremely glad to fight with the other now, not only because Zhao Jun was the weakest and would ensure him a sure pass, but also because he wanted to deal with this detestable person and collect some of the interest on his debt of humiliation.

After Zhao Jun had made his choice, the third to pick was Lin Xiao, and the final person was, as everyone expected, Qiao Ting. After the four youths had made their choices, the referee asked them to press down on the power switch of the small balls at the same time.

As soon as the four boys pressed down, a gash suddenly appeared on the upper part of the ball. A beam of light shot out from each of the balls to form a virtual screen. The four virtual screens were not blank — they each held a number and the audience could see at a glance what the pairings would be for the semi-final matches.

Amidst the cries of surprise coming from all around, Jiang Shaoyu's expression was dark. He threw a sullen glance at Zhao Jun who was standing in a row with him and mused moodily that the other was pretty lucky to have escaped.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jun was also somewhat regretful that his opponent would not be Jiang Shaoyu. He looked at his opponent for this round and sighed mentally. It looked like if he wanted to fight with Jiang Shaoyu, he could only hope that Jiang Shaoyu would lose. This was because his opponent was an old rival that could not be more familiar to him —— Qiao Ting! He knew very well that he was definitely no match for Qiao Ting.

That's right. In the semi-finals, the First Men's Military Academy was confronted right off with an internal clash, both surviving candidates forced to fight each other.

In contrast to the audience's surprise and regret over it, the spectating Ling Lan felt that this was an extremely reasonable arrangement. Among the four, Zhao Jun's strength was clearly one level lower. No matter who was matched with him, the opponent would almost be guaranteed a win. And now, by pitting the strongest against the weakest, and leaving the two other combatants with roughly equivalent strength to battle things out, no one could complain that they were unlucky ... everything would be determined by true strength — whoever was stronger would be able to progress further.