pertwk Chapter 128 The Unyielding Military Spirit
Chapter 128 The Unyielding Military Spirit
Lin Qiye walked slowly to the weapon rack.
He first took down a two-meter-long alloy spear, and then picked up a small alloy round shield.
After doing all this, he didn't stop. Instead, he weighed a set of six standard short javelins and hooked them onto the tactical clips on his back.
Guns, shields, javelins!
His entire outfit looked like a hodgepodge.
The chat room exploded instantly.
"Holy crap?! Am I seeing things? This is... One-Shot Bro?"
"What's going on? Isn't he a spearman? Why is he carrying both a shield and a javelin?"
"This art style is off! What happened to the one-shot kills? How did it turn out like this?"
"This is hilarious! Has this guy been possessed by Xiao Ying? He beat her, and now he wants to copy her fighting style?"
"The answer upstairs is correct! Hahahaha!"
"Possession +1!"
"One Shot Bro: I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm actually a hexagonal warrior."
"This is going to be interesting! I wonder what Wang Haotian is thinking right now."
"The alloy tower shield and short-handled warhammer remind me of the Imperial Expeditionary Force."
"If true legion soldiers could condense a military spirit, they could also contend with martial intent."
"Nonsense, how could a freshman possibly embody the spirit of the military?"
Amidst the noisy barrage of comments, the countdown above the training ground reached zero, and a clear bell rang throughout the entire arena!
The game officially begins!
Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the match began, the familiar and volcanic eruption-like martial will of [Fierce and Swift] swept out and crushed Wang Haotian on the other side!
However, this terrifying will was enough to instantly shatter the mind of an ordinary martial artist.
Wang Haotian's body only trembled slightly, and then the alloy tower shield in his hand slammed to the ground!
"Thump!"
A muffled thud, like the beating of war drums!
Beneath his combat uniform on the left chest, an equally unwavering will burst forth!
That will, though not as domineering and fiery as Lin Qiye's, was like a reef standing firm in the midst of a raging storm—solid, resilient, and unshakeable!
Although his face turned pale instantly and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes remained firm!
"Your martial will, Lin Qiye, is powerful and domineering! But I withstood it!"
A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Wang Haotian's eyes!
He let out a low growl, holding the tower shield tightly in front of him, his whole body like a mobile fortress, advancing instead of retreating, and deliberately charging towards Lin Qiye's spear tip!
He would use his most prized defense to confront the opponent's invincible sharpness!
Lin Qiye was also a little surprised.
Although the other party did not seem relaxed, his will did indeed withstand the impact of my level 4 martial arts will and did not collapse on the spot!
Keep in mind that his martial arts willpower is currently at level 4.
Even a novice like Qin Xiaoxiao, who had just grasped the essence of martial arts, didn't perform as well as Wang Haotian.
Could it be that Wang Haotian's martial arts will is also quite advanced?!
Lin Qiye also did not choose to confront them head-on.
Facing such an opponent, who is as tough as a steel can, a direct attack would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
The best way is to flank them!
Lin Qiye shifted his footwork, his entire body moving like a swift ghost, circling around Wang Haotian's massive tower shield, drawing a tricky arc, and instantly appearing behind him!
However, Wang Haotian's reaction was much faster than he had imagined!
At the same moment Lin Qiye circled around behind him, Wang Haotian, whose figure was hidden behind the tower shield, suddenly twisted!
The short-handled warhammer in his hand was already poised to strike, like a cannonball fired from a gun, bringing with it a howling gale, and smashed down toward Lin Qiye's head!
This hammer blow was fast and ruthless, full of explosive power!
"Clang!"
At the critical moment, Lin Qiye's small shield in his left hand accurately met the attack!
The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew everywhere!
An overwhelming force emanated from the shield, causing Lin Qiye's entire arm to go numb.
Instead of taking the hit head-on, he took a step back the instant of contact, like a roly-poly toy, completely dissipating the terrifying force.
As he retreated, his left hand, which was holding the small shield, reached behind him like lightning!
In the next instant, a short javelin gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hand!
Maestro javelin!
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Qiye flicked his wrist, and the short javelin flew out of his hand, transforming into a streak of silver light!
The javelin was incredibly fast and its angle was extremely tricky. It precisely passed through the gap in Wang Haotian's swing of his short-handled warhammer and pierced straight into his heart!
"Clang!"
A crisp metallic clang rang out!
Wang Haotian's combat uniform ripped open with a snap, revealing an ancient and heavy bronze medal underneath!
The medal is engraved with intertwined swords and burning stars, exuding an aura of iron-blooded solemnity.
In the live stream, sharp-eyed viewers immediately exclaimed in surprise!
"Holy crap! That's... the Third Class Medal of Holy War!"
Almost simultaneously, the male commentator from the main station shouted excitedly, "It's the Third Class Order of the Holy War! It's the foundation of our empire, a testament to the glory forged with trillions upon trillions of drops of blood and iron in that 'Holy War' that lasted for over a thousand years!"
"Wang Haotian is actually a descendant of a jihadist veteran!"
"No wonder!"
"No wonder he was able to withstand Lin Qiye's terrifying martial arts will! It turns out that the military spirit contained within the Holy War Medal was protecting him!"
……
However, the male commentator's passionate voice abruptly stopped.
Because in the next second, the situation on the training ground underwent another stunning reversal!
Lin Qiye's eyes remained completely unmoved.
He didn't know what the Third Class Medal of Holy War was; all he knew was that the other person had a shield on the left side of their chest!
Then... we'll shoot from the right!
He shifted his footwork and thrust out his spear once more!
A cold glint appeared first, the spear shot out like a dragon!
"Pfft!"
The cold tip of the spear pierced through Wang Haotian's right chest without any suspense!
boom!
Fire energy explodes!
Blood instantly stained half of his body!
However, Wang Haotian let out a roar like a wounded beast. There was no sign of retreat in his eyes. Instead, an even more frenzied fighting spirit ignited!
He actually abandoned the tower shield in his hand, letting the blood gush out of the wound on his right chest, and launched a final desperate charge towards Lin Qiye like a cannonball!
He's willing to trade his life for his injury!
However, Lin Qiye reacted even faster!
He took several backward steps, his figure moving like a ghost, easily widening the distance between them.
He drew his spear and thrust it out again!
puff!
puff!
puff!
After three or four consecutive psionic explosions, Wang Haotian's body was already riddled with holes and covered in blood and gore.
His momentum finally gave out, his burly body swayed, and he finally collapsed to his knees, completely losing consciousness.
A flash of white light, and the medical staff in white coats reappeared, quickly stopping the bleeding and then carrying him away on a stretcher.
Lin Qiye wins!
The female commentator was so shocked by the incredibly fierce battle that her cherry-like lips parted slightly, and for a moment she didn't know how to organize her thoughts: "It's...it's too fierce...Let's...congratulate Lin Qiye on advancing to the next round!"
The male commentator immediately resumed his professional demeanor, announcing in a high-pitched voice, "Let's congratulate Lin Qiye! Also, Wang Haotian has been urgently transferred to Terra Central Hospital. As a descendant of a holy war hero, he will certainly receive the highest level of medical care!"
……
In Haicheng, in an ordinary farmhouse courtyard.
An elderly man with gray hair but still standing ramrod straight was quietly watching the live broadcast on the screen.
Surrounding him were dozens of composed middle-aged and young men and women.
The courtyard was completely silent.
After a long while, someone couldn't help but sigh and whisper, "Alas, Haotian still lost..."
However, the old man slowly stood up, and a relieved smile appeared on his weathered face.
"Very good." His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy. "Haotian, that kid, is very good. It's normal to lose because you're not as skilled. But it's this spirit of 'even if it means death, you'll still take a piece of the enemy's flesh' that's very good, very good..."
He turned to look at a middle-aged man beside him and said in a deep voice, "This third-class Holy War Medal, passed down from our ancestors, has not been wasted in his hands. After the start of the semester, let him join the school's Blood War Club, and after graduation, let him join the army."
……
In the lounge, Lin Qiye looked at the overwhelming amount of information and reports on his terminal and realized that his opponent had such an astonishing background.
Descendants of jihadist veterans?
Third Class Order of the Holy War...
Lin Qiye held the highest respect in his heart for the veterans who had forged the empire's glory with their blood and flesh during the millennium-long holy war.
He knew very well that without the sacrifices and bloodshed of those predecessors who paved a path for future generations in endless darkness and war, there would be no prosperous Galactic Empire today.
They are the cornerstone of the empire, the backbone of the nation, and heroes that every successor should remember and respect.
At the entrance of Galaxy Martial Arts University stands a colossal statue, hundreds of meters tall.
That nameless hero, clad in star-studded armor, wielding a giant sword, gazing at the starry sea.
Hundreds of millions of veterans like Wang Haotian's ancestor, who silently sacrificed themselves for the empire and civilization in the millennium-long holy war.
They are the prototypes for that "Pioneer" statue.
Their spirit and their will have long since become an immortal monument, standing tall in this galaxy, guarding future generations.
An unprecedented sense of solemnity and reverence welled up in Lin Qiye's heart.
He suddenly realized that his seemingly powerful martial will might not be much in the vast galaxy.