Yingland's Royal Military Academy was another major highlight of this confrontation. Ophelia, a prospective Red Cloak and renowned pilot within the Federation, was indeed unparalleled, with her Mecha operation reflecting the essence of combat. In terms of single combat, her skills were second to none, and at the tender age of 18, she had already attained the honor of being a Red Cloak; her individual value even surpassing that of Kuang Qi.

As for Wind Thunder, it was not a matter of reluctance, but rather a genuine lack of capacity, which was largely due to the repercussions of the Alpha War. Undeniably, there was also a significant shortage of talent within Wind Thunder.

Now, the only way for Wind Thunder to alter its current reality was to distinguish itself in military confrontations, rather than being beaten into unrecognizability in front of the media. They had Zi Mou as a pillar in the strategic command area for battle, but for actual combat, they should be more focused, overthinking may not be helpful.

Zi Mou and Angelina were on almost the same level, which at most could be rated as A+. The internal disciplinary committee was slightly better than the former, but compared to Apophis, Ophelia, and even the formidable Cangmu Kuang Qi, they were still far behind.

Public media evaluations were diverse; however, scant few estimated that Wind Thunder's only chance of standing out was by exhibiting superiority in the infantry strategic operation. In terms of combat, they were doomed to fail.

Despite being underappreciated by the media, Cangmu Kuang Qi was aware of Wind Thunder's depth. The masked, camouflage soldier was someone that even she was cautious of. Fortunately, after considerable consideration, she figured that he must be a veteran soldier, which was a relief. In other words, due to the combat rule restrictions, the school could hire someone to fight as a proxy, but the person could not surpass the students' age range. Perhaps that was the real reason why the camouflage soldier wore a mask. She was far from boasting, as the number of her peers who could defeat her could be counted on one hand.

It seemed that Wind Thunder was going to great lengths to draw attention in this confrontation. She wondered where they had found such a tough character. However, she believed that it would end here, the masked man was definitely not in their age range.

Strictly speaking, although the confrontation reflects the military standards of prestigious schools, it does not belong to the true meaning of military competition. Because of its objectivity, it could not touch on more top-secret military systems.

Twenty minutes later, soldiers from the major academies came to the competitor seats one after another. There was some time before the opening, the already jam-packed Freedom Square was buzzing with noise. In fact, not just the seating, but even standing spaces were filled. Aside from the academy representatives and Sky City's native generals and other related senior officials, countless viewing spots were also made available for the public in the outer ring.

An observant person could note that the main event being held at Freedom Square had some commercial intentions. Considering the military expenses, the maintenance and logistical support for the equipment that could cost hundreds of millions were not small numbers. The local government and the four major academies must have reached an agreement, or else they wouldn't have been able to pull off such a spectacle.

Every year during this season, the sales of food and beverages in Sky City would multiply, reflecting the local residents' passionate customs. Their admiration for the Federation soldiers was ingrained.

As time passed, the confrontation started punctually at 8 a.m. The rules were simple: if one party fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, they were out, or they could directly surrender. However, there had never been a precedent for surrender. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but they just couldn't afford to lose face.

In a nutshell, once you're up, don't think about coming down. People usually ran up and crawled down, unless they could stand erect up there for 30 minutes and enjoy the privilege of resting and rotating. In high-intensity combat operations, persisting for 30 minutes was equivalent to a full-speed sprint for 30 minutes, which few ordinary people could achieve.

The first few combats before the main event were exploratory matches determined by drawing lots, regardless of whether the opponent was human or ghost, they posed a threat before they launched a major attack. Angelina was a classic example and greatly feared by male peers.

Of course, there were many other frightening existences; those who moved bizarrely, launched crafty attacks, and even aimed directly for the kill. There were several of them, and they were virtually impossible to guard against. Hence, during these initial explorations, no academy would be foolish enough to reveal their trump cards.

But, Weirbo actually wanted to send Feng Yi out. After some deliberation with Zi Mou and other generals, they decided to err on the side of caution. Even for him, there could be some unexpected occurrences which they had to guard against.

Next was the random drawing of lots by representatives of the major academies. Soon the results were out; Yingland's opponent was Golden Sword Academy, which meant that Wind Thunder was to go against the formidable St. Calina.

Cangmu Kuang Qi was disappointed upon receiving this news. Wind Thunder was the least wanted opponent she wished to battle with, it was simply too terrible.

The president of St. Calina asked Kuang Qi with amusement, "Aren't you going to warm up?"

"Forget it, I don't plan to." Kuang Qi shrugged her shoulders, gazing at the white clouds in the sky. The free birds seemed so joyful. She wished she could fly in the sky like them. If not, a fierce battle would also be fine. But instead, she had to face Wind Thunder, which was neither high nor low. This was truly depressing.

She casually yawned, stood up, and left the chief selection area. Before leaving, she waved her hand nonchalantly and left a comment, "Call me when it's the winner's group match."

The competitors looked around, at a loss for words. Even the leaders of St. Calina shook their heads with bitter smiles. They really couldn't deal with her. But what could they say? She was a genius, and a genius deserved to enjoy special treatment.

The most frustrated person was Apophis. Upon hearing the result, he didn't utter a word, and nobody could imagine how sullen his face was! Cangmu Kuang Qi was the so-called unbeatable young generation, huh? A joke. He had been looking forward to making Kuang Qi understand what a real battle was. Yet, the odds were only one in three, but Apophis still had hope. However, the result was a failure. Indeed, he did not get St. Calina. His fists clenched tightly, his fingers crackled.

Amelia burst into arrogant laughter. This battle was no longer a matter of worry concerning victory or defeat. Perhaps, it was like that...

In Wind Thunder's first battle, they sent Elvis to test the waters. One would be able to gauge whether it's a mule or a horse with this test. Upon seeing Seventeen, Elvis took the initiative to apply for combat. His desire to fight had been completely ignited during the provocation at the Gallia Club. When the two school teams encountered each other and came to a head, it was only a matter of time.

However, the pressure Seventeen brought upon everyone was particularly terrifying. To gain a slight upper hand in momentum, as soon as he stepped onto the stage, he feigned a backward kick with his right leg then abruptly pulled out a special combat move. The ground thudded when his military boots landed, suggesting how dire the consequence would be if one were to be kicked by him.

This sight shocked Elvis, making him flinch with fear, causing him to immediately buckle.

Seventeen reveled in his opponent's apprehensive expression, a hint of mockery flickered on his face. Unexpectedly, Elvis also chuckled to himself, his gleaming teeth contrasting sharply with his dark skin, as if he wanted to say, 'I'm just messing with you.'

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