perfect savior

Chapter 149
Time flies, and after confirming the qualifications of all participants, the special recruitment assessment officially began.

Although Ling Feihong is a scumbag who abandoned his wife and daughter, he has been in the business world for many years, and his vision is really vicious. Just as he speculated, the assessment method of the "ring battle" eliminated most of the school-age teenagers from the very beginning. .

Those who can participate in this kind of competition have good family conditions and can support the expenses of martial arts training.

However, Ling Feihong also had one thing that he didn't want to understand: why this Ningcheng's special recruitment exam will be conducted in the form of a "ring battle"?

For [Spiritual Tool Transcendence], although it is a great thing to be proficient in weapons and combat, in the past, most of the selections were based on comprehensive quality, and the proportion of science and arts scores was very high. After all, this new Transcendence The way needs to be explored and explored with wisdom.

There are so many doubts, but I can't figure it out.

Of course, if this commercial fox knew that "Principal Xia Jinyan of the Ring Academy came to Ningcheng secretly", he would probably smell something wrong and stockpile food and water immediately.

But now, the citizens of Ningcheng know nothing about Xia Jinyan's arrival. This morning, like most fathers, he looked at his daughter with doting eyes.

"Vivi, does this suit still fit?"

"That's great, thank you dad!" Ling Zhiwei said with a smile, tied up her hair and tied it tightly with a tie to prevent it from blocking her sight during the fight.

The beautiful girl is wearing a snow-white martial arts uniform, sheathing the three-foot Qingfeng, looking radiant and youthful.

"Weiwei, this martial arts uniform was designed by someone I found a relationship with. Although armor is not allowed in this special exam, you can also take advantage of loopholes. This suit can withstand a certain degree of sharp edge and eliminate some Strike strength, with it, your fighting ability can be increased by [-] to [-]%, which is enough to make up for the strength gap with boys of the same age." Ling Feihong paused, then smiled:

"Including your sister, as long as you keep winning and meet in the final competition, and she pretends to be invincible, you will be able to enter the Ring Academy as a special recruit, without having to compete with tens of millions of people for the [-] places."

"Thank you, dad." Ling Zhiwei laughed happily:

"However, even if my sister doesn't release the water, I will be the winner."

"Really?"

"Really! My hard work for so many years can't be useless at all, can it?"

"Haha, I believe in our family, Weiwei, but since we can settle things with money, there is no need to shed blood and sweat. Son, there is no shame in spending money. Your father and I earn so much money just to make your life easier."

Ling Zhiwei curled her lips secretly, not taking this sentence to heart, and made up her mind that if she really met Ling Yanyu in the ring, she must be provocative with her words, forcing her to fight her with real swords and guns.

Although she is a younger sister, Ling Zhiwei has always had a condescending attitude towards Ling Yanyu.

My mother defeated your mother, I occupied all of my father's love, I am the little princess of the Ling family, receiving the best education and enjoying the best resources, but you were driven into an old and dilapidated house, Every month with a shy face, I reach out for the poor living expenses.

I am the woman above you.

The arrogant Ling Zhiwei still wanted to defeat Ling Yanyu in what she was best at: Aren't you a fighting genius?Isn't it possible to learn without a teacher for the first time holding a knife?Alright, then I will completely defeat you in a fight, and let you understand that older sisters are no match for younger sisters!

This matter was almost Ling Zhiwei's inner demon.

The reason is because of the painful memories of childhood.

When Ling Yanyu's biological mother died of illness, Ling Yanyu was still in elementary school, because she was really unable to take care of herself, so she lived with Ling Feihong, stepmother, and Ling Zhiwei.

At that time, Ling Zhiwei was pampered and spoiled, at the age when people hated dogs, she was coquettish, with extremely foul mouth, she would belittle or even insult Ling Yanyu at every turn, and she would always talk about her biological mother.

This kind of swearing lasted for half a year, and after five months, Ling Zhiwei became a superficial "perfect younger sister", one sister at a time, who called her closer than her own mother.

——Ling Yanyu really beat me up.

At that time, the defeated dog girl hadn't laid down yet, and was in the rebellious stage. If she said something wrong, she would just fly up.

Ling Feihong abandoned his wife and daughter, and built a huge family business with both hands. He is a very machismo and self-centered person. But he sees it very openly, and will only come forward to stop it if he is beaten hard.

In Ling Yanyu's mind, this is probably one of the few advantages Ling Feihong has as a father.

It was also from then on that Ling Zhiwei made up her mind to completely crush Ling Yanyu's self-confidence, and trampled her hard on the ground.

This time, is the best opportunity.

……

"The first round of the No.15 group duel, the blue team Ling Zhiwei, the red team Liao Mingren!"

"Now, two contestants please come on stage."

When the two entered the arena, the experienced referee first checked the weapons they were carrying, then explained the rules in detail, and then stepped aside, leaving the center to the two contestants.

Liao Mingren looked at Ling Zhiwei who was wearing a pure white martial arts uniform, swallowed subconsciously, and said with a wry smile:
"You... Ling Zhiwei from Ningcheng New No. [-] Middle School?"

"Yes." The girl held a sword flower in one hand, with a cold light, it was obvious that she had entered the room:
"You know me?"

"I'm from Ningcheng Bolun Middle School. Our teacher always praises you, saying that you have both good character and learning, and strong fighting ability. You have also participated in the training camp of the Ring Academy. You may be the future champion of Ningcheng."

"Thank you, classmate Liao." Ling Zhiwei smiled and looked up at the tall boys of the same age:
"However, can we start now? If we keep chatting like this, we will be judged directly."

"Okay!" The boy clasped his fists, pulled out a short folding stick from the leather case, tapped his toes, and rushed over.

Facing a metal blunt weapon and a boy whose strength was greater than her own, Ling Zhiwei did not face it head-on. Instead, she used the "lightness and quickness" of the one-handed sword to dodge like a wild cat, and swept the boy's abdomen with one sword.

Snapped!
The boy stood up the short metal stick to block the blow, and instantly pressed down on the head of the stick and struck down. With the same force, the short stick made a sound of "咻" piercing the air, and rushed towards the girl's forehead and slammed it.

However, what he didn't expect was that Ling Zhiwei was trained by a famous master and had to fight in actual combat every week. She had rich experience in fighting against the enemy, and she was not frightened at all. , flirting again like a stroll in the courtyard.

"Stop! The game is over!" The next moment, a figure appeared between the two, holding a short stick and a sharp sword in each of their left and right hands:

"The winner, Ling Zhiwei!"

The superhuman whose body has been modified stood up and let out a long sigh of relief:

"Really, I almost cut my throat..."

"No, referee, I believe you can catch up." Ling Zhiwei shook hands with the stunned boy, and blinked mischievously by the way:

"And I can take it."

The boy smiled wryly, but he could only step down from the stage dejectedly.

Having qualified for the next round, Ling Zhiwei had the right to take a break temporarily. She wandered around the stadium, estimating the average strength of the participants.

When she reached the edge of the stadium, she suddenly stopped, raised her head, and stared at the battle on the ring.

Ling Yanyu was wearing a pitch-black sportswear, and her hair was also tied up. Her weapon was a long knife. The girl held it with both hands, and the tip of the knife remained motionless, gently stroking the neck of the boy opposite.

"In the first round of the No.30 seven-group duel, the winner is Ling Yanyu!"

The referee yelled, the defeated girl withdrew the knife, yawned, and after signaling to the referee and opponent, turned around and wanted to leave the ring.

At this moment, she saw her slim younger sister in a snow-white martial arts uniform.

The two looked at each other, Ling Zhiwei subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, and wanted to be provocative first, but she didn't expect the sister in black to smile brightly at her, then stretched out her finger, and slapped her neck fiercely.

Ling Zhiwei was stunned, and then licked her lips.

Oh, my sister, so we sisters thought of going together...

(End of this chapter)