Tempest of the Stellar War

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Zhou Yun lowered his head. Pang Tong, as an onlooker, naturally could see it clearly, but he was still unconvinced. “The opponents are either too crafty or too strong…”

Lear smiled. The smile itself was not the issue, but Pang Tong was pricked by the contempt and ridicule in his eyes. Pang Tong could not continue on – it would make him appear especially childish.

Anluda, who was on the stage at this moment, was about to explode. Sweeney basically did not provide him with a chance to perform at all. Sweeney had total grasp of the mood and general situation since the start.

Anluda roared madly as he charged out of the cabin, “I refuse to accept this. Stinking woman, do you dare to use a real weapon to fight? I promise that I won’t beat you to death!”

Anluda looked ferocious. His expectations had been too high, and in the end, he was defeated by a woman he thought of as inferior. He had lost his control already.

Sweeney came out, coldly looking at Anluda. The whole place was abuzzed with discussions. This truly was thoroughly embarrassing. They did not expect there to be such a mentally weak fellow in SIG’s top 16 battle.

Ping…

Lear’s pocket knife hit Anluda’s neck in one move and he conveniently threw him aside, where Pang Tong and Zhou Yun promptly caught him.

Lear slightly smiled. “Sorry, we’ve made everyone witness a joke. We originally wanted to come and train ourselves but did not expect this fella to be so fragile. The following match will not disappoint everyone.”

In an instant, all the attention was focused on Lear. This fellow sure talked big. They were already this fact, and he was still acting dumb?

Training? Did the lowly Dynasty battle team have such rights facing against Asura?

On Arbiter’s Asura side, Mars had stood up by now. It was the third round, so he would go up regardless of who Lear sent. This, in chess, was called “checkmate!”

Everyone was looking at Lear, but Lear just slowly made his way down, walking one step at a time towards Luo Fei. Luo Fei did not have a good feeling about it.

Lear pat Luo Fei’s shoulders and leaned towards his ear. “Finish him off and I will forgive you!”

“B… Boss… I…” Fatty stuttered. He was the only one who knew Lear’s true personality. Lear’s voice, which sounded like it had been bathed in the spring breeze, was as good as the devil’s knock on the door. Fatty had wanted to hide his ability. He could conceal it over a period of time, but how could it be forever hidden? Such a meticulously-minded person like Lear had found it out only when they were having harsh training sessions on Tita a while ago.

Lear did not fear ambitious but visibly useless people like Anluda and others, but he absolutely hated being lied to by others, especially by the people he trusted. It was just that he knew Luo Fei’s personality. He was lazy at the start, and later on, it became fear. After a long time had passed, it became contradicting, and he did not dare to speak about it again. This was why he was giving Luo Fei a chance, and it was also because it was Luo Fei.

“I know you can do it. If you can’t, you can disappear on your own. For the sake of our past relationship, I will not make it difficult for the others,” Lear said with a slight smile and a low voice. From an outsider’s view, it seemed like a sort of encouragement.

Luo Fei’s chubby face trembled. He understood what Lear meant. What had been given to him could be taken away from him any time.

“Boss, I was wrong. It won’t happen again in the future!” Luo Fei exclaimed.

Lear waved his hands and went back to his seat. What he wanted was not such nonsensical talk, but results.

Anluda had awoken a while ago and saw that Lear was actually sending Luo Fei up for the final battle. Facing against Mars, wasn’t this just courting death?

The Dynasty battle team was going to cease here. He had just wanted to speak, but upon feeling Lear’s cold glance, filled with killing intent, his body instantly felt a chill.

Pang Tong and Zhou Yun had long stopped speaking. Lear was chosen to be a Saint candidate instead of them. Was it that the Saint was blind?

It was not that the Saint was blind, but they were.

When Luo Fei entered the battle, a majority of the people present were stupefied. Were they planning to give up?

Once the Dynasty battle team lost this battle, they could pack their bags and go home straight away. Their opponent was Mars!

Some people let out their laughter. When this fatty went on stage, he kept looking back. He simply looked like a kid abandoned by his parents. But when he walked up the last step, the hesitation on his face thoroughly vanished.

Mars wrinkled his eyebrows. This Luo Fei, excluding his physique and attitude, was actually not bad, but what did Lear mean by this?

An expressionless Lear dismissed Mars’ gaze.

“F*ck, what is Lear trying to do? Is he making Luo Fei carry the burden?” Zhang Shan was not content. “He is just a weakass!”

All those who were familiar with the Dynasty battle team were shocked. If the captain were to go up at this moment, it would just end. If they lost, they would at least lose decently. In the end, they had sent out a substitute to go against Asura’s captain. The idiom “accepting one’s loss in order to secure two wins” was not to be used like this.

“Here comes the interesting part!” Lin Feng chuckled.

Di Maria was dumbfounded for a moment. Others may not know it, but he was a student at Elite Academy X, hence he would know what that fatty was like. “Brother Lin, are you joking, that fatty…”

“Hehe, this fatty, just based on individual capabilities, could be considered one of the top five here, or maybe even slightly stronger.” Lin Feng gently laughed. In that second, everyone around who had heard this all widened their eyes. Their only thoughts were that… was Lin Feng drunk?

He was speaking such nonsense early in the day.

On Saruman Snake’s end, Wang Zheng gathered his spirits. “If I had to choose an opponent that I was not willing to face against, it would definitely be Luo Fei.”

The whole of Saruman Snake gazed at Wang Zheng dumbfoundedly. What was this?

Strength was made out of ninety-nine percent hard work and one percent talent, but at times, that one percent talent was the key. This was how Luo Fei could be described as.

The first time he saw the other side of Luo Fei, Wang Zheng felt threatened.

The moment Luo Fei entered the stage, Dina Atlas finally showed interest. Within these people, there are some that possessed special strengths that allowed them to understand some scary things. Luo Fei had hidden it very deep, to the point where he himself had chosen to forget his inner scary side, but it still existed and could not go away.

The atmosphere became extremely rowdy the minute Luo Fei stepped on stage. There was a number of Aslan students pointing fingers at him. Wow, this flesh can even kill now.

How did the Dynasty battle team managed to mix in a person like that and even allow him to enter the battlefield?

Zhang Shan was originally worried, but the next moment, he was silent. He suddenly thought of a matter. The qualifying rounds!

Those who would help him had no capabilities, but those who did would not help him. However, if it were according to what Wang Zheng had mentioned, then it was definitely Luo Fei. His stealth in the jungle was extremely effective – he definitely could not be detected.

But… facing against Mars..

It was unimaginable. Even if their brains were racked, they still would not know how to deal with Mars. This weird creature did not have any blind spots or weak points. Unless they went up with violence against violence like Wang Zheng had done, any other gaudy methods would be courting death in front of Mars.

At this moment, Aslan’s top four beautiful women were feeling very delighted. Huiyin had watched the Saruman Snake battle team continuously advance, and these competitions were not as dangerous as the qualifying round. It seemed that her sister had exercised her powers. Now she did not have to be so anxious; it was okay to fail, just as long as they lived.

“This fatty is quite cute.”

“Mars is a well-known figure of Arbiter’s younger generation. Will this fatty be enough for him to beat up?”

“I don’t know, I only look at handsome guys.” Qian Xuedie had lost interest. Looks were still very important.