"See, you're so cocky yet you underestimate me. You should really weigh out your abilities before you strut around in front of others," Margaret scoffed at the ease of which she defeated her opponent. Not everyone in this world could be deemed a genius. Despite her opponent being a veteran who walked off the Big Macs battlefield, despite her opponent's extraordinary single combat capability, none of these could overshadow the halo of a genius. On the contrary, the strength of Feng Yi only served to highlight the toughness of Margaret.

The match countdown began. If Feng Yi did not get up within the given time, it would be a genuine defeat. No one would want to hear that a top-tier soldier of military rank 4444 had lost to a little girl. The high-ranking officers, who held high hopes for Feng Yi, all showed the same expression of extreme disappointment. However, that was the harsh reality.

The truth was that you couldn't bully a little girl as you pleased. The countdown continued: 10, 9, 8... The incessant ticking was akin to a death knell, which ceased abruptly at 1 when the fearless warrior stood up once again.

Indeed, Feng Yi was back on his feet, in a more pathetic state than before. But he seemed unwavering in his determination not to concede defeat here. Who was he? Those who knew him likely knew his goal: he was a warrior who fought relentlessly on the battlefield, shouldering the spirit of the military. His honour could not allow him to fall before a little girl. For a soldier, the battlefield was his rightful haven.

The audience in the federal section suddenly erupted into applause, the number of people supporting Feng Yi practically doubled. It was as if the audience had found their champion, a resilient warrior of their homeland. Why would they not support him?

Boom...

However, this time, Feng Yi fell quicker and was thrown farther. His fall on the hard ground was painful to watch. Given the circumstances, it seemed like his organs would be severely damaged.

While on the other hand, Margaret, after her continuous use of Mental Power, was also panting heavily. She had not expected her opponent to be this persistent. But she was sure this time it would be over, because the mental energy she just exhausted was her strongest attack.

This time, unlike the last, Feng Yi did not stand up when the countdown reached 1. Margaret made a victory sign with her fingers, like a young girl declaring her success. But just as the countdown was about to end, Feng Yi's fingers twitched out of nowhere, followed by his shoulders, knees, and then his entire body.

The audience looked at each other in disbelief. The one who was most taken aback was Margaret herself. "Damn it, when the hell is this guy going to throw in the towel!? I can't keep this up, I'm spent!"

In just a moment, a warrior was once again on his feet, the audience watched in silence. He could have accepted defeat, but he chose to exist in another form. Many of those among the living were just the walking dead. What distinguishes a warrior, what defines perseverance, Feng Yi was proving by his actions that life could also be lived this way. Isn't falling in battle the best end for a soldier? The moment Feng Yi stood up, he suddenly charged forward with a speed resembling that of a cheetah. The power of his burst could be likened to a truck. However, before he even reached the little girl, he was knocked far away by a wall of air.

The federal high ranks all looked at each other, at a loss of what to do...

Everyone waited as the countdown began once again.

He stood up, fell, stood up again, fell again, damn it, he even stood up again! What initially elicited an alert gaze from the audience had by now turned into a numb and dull look... Some wanted to laugh, but couldn't bring themselves to amidst the miserable spectacle they were witnessing. Some wanted to cry, but seeing this desperate struggle was enough to bring a smile to their face. Amelia smiled ambiguously while watching.

Margaret had also considered striking down Feng Yi continuously, but the audience wouldn't allow it. Amidst the chaos of disagreement, a unified chorus rose chanting Feng Yi's name: "Stand up, stand up, stand up…"

Interestingly, even though the duel shouldn't involve the audience, there are exceptional situations. The random map dueling arena was modeled after the real world's top arenas, so the spectator noise could be heard by the players on the field.

At this point, Margaret was under immense pressure. She didn't make a move during this time frame. If she did, she'd damn herself, and most likely ruin her positive image. In fact, Margaret was also curious about her nearly dead opponent - how much longer could he keep going?

After multiple overuses of her mental power, the once rosy-cheeked Margaret now looked extremely pale... On the other hand, Feng Yi was just hard to kill; mashing, crushing or stepping on him would have no effect. He kept springing back up like a catfish, taking punches like a shield. She was simply dragging out her own exhaustion.

Even though Feng Yi tried to stand up repeatedly, based on the system's physical assessment, he was weakening after each fall. After he hit the ground for the 13th time, he didn't get back up as he customarily did.

And Margaret the little girl dressed in black wasn't doing much better than him. In fact, she was close to being in a worse condition because she had exhausted nearly all of her mental power. She started staggering in her walk, and seemed as if she needed a good nap to regain her strength.

The countdown had already stopped again. The rules seemed rather redundant considering this fight. Margaret forcefully pulled out her military knife, deciding to deliver the last blow to Feng Yi. The audience felt heartsick and couldn't bear to look, because Feng Yi was undoubtedly too weak to even move.

Margaret swung her military knife down forcefully. Suddenly it halted midway and she felt a chill reaching down to her bottom. She staggered backwards and fell on her backside...

Yes, even in the last moment of the battle, the brave soldier still tried to counterattack. Feng Yi decided to kill his opponent with his gaze. Margaret was totally stunned by Feng Yi's intimidating gaze. She must be feeling like she'd been fucked over.

Mirami, from the Sena Battleship, was also petrified. It seemed that the little heartthrob's unintentional looks could be quite lethal.

However, Feng Yi had no chance after Margaret fell to the ground. His body finally stopped moving and he was quickly ruled out by the system.

This was the first time since the start of the tournament that the first-round top-ranked contestant had been eliminated. To make things even worse, he was eliminated by a girl who was not even sixteen years old. While there was plenty of skepticism circulating, people accepted Feng Yi's defeat, since his opponent was an X Ability Wielder. Over the course of time, she would certainly master her energy and gradually become a formidable heroine.

However, for some reason, Feng Yi gave people the impression that he was all talk and no action. At first, he was impressive, especially the way he dodged hits, it was really cool. But why did he become sluggish the moment the little girl used her Mental Power?

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