Chapter 47

Swish!

Gu Lin's body swayed, dodging Fang Wen's attack.

Immediately after, a blade flash appeared.

In Fang Wen's terrified gaze, a blade fell!

Er ah!!!

A tragic cry suddenly rang out from the Martial Arts Platform.

A severed arm flew out of nowhere, landing on the ground beside the Martial Arts Platform.

Fang Wen's forehead veins bulged, his face ferocious as he clutched his severed arm.

Yet bright red blood continued to drip onto the Martial Arts Platform, stimulating the spectators' sight.

On the ground, the people around the arm turned deathly pale, never expecting to witness such an anomaly.

"Gu Lin... you actually dealt such a vicious blow!"

Fang Wen's eyes seemed ready to spit fire, glaring fiercely at Gu Lin, who had already sheathed his combat blade.

The referee in charge of this Martial Arts Platform also turned pale, hastily jumping onto the platform and shouting loudly,

"Where's the medic? Why are you still standing there? Hurry up onto the platform!"

The people around the Martial Arts Platform hurriedly made way, letting the army medic onto the platform to treat him.

After the medic staunched Fang Wen's bleeding, they had him carried off the platform to prepare for reattaching his severed arm.

Although Fang Wen was merely a martial trainee, his physical fitness was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

As long as the severed arm is reattached promptly, aided by expensive elixirs, and given time to recuperate, recovering eighty to ninety percent is still possible.

Referee Zhang Jian looked at Gu Lin with icy eyes,

"There has long been a rule prohibiting heavy blows in sparring; you are disregarding military regulations!"

Gu Lin's gaze was calm, showing no fear despite Zhang Jian's strength far surpassing his own, and he said calmly,

"Just now, Fang Wen slashed at my vital point with a blade; I hastily dodged and could only counterattack. How was I to know he was so weak that he couldn't even dodge this strike?"

Gu Lin's words forced Zhang Jian, who still wanted to question, to swallow his words back.

Could it be that he intends to tell Gu Lin to look down on other combat soldiers and thus hold back during sparring?

After all, even on other Martial Arts Platforms, when combat soldiers spar, they indeed show no restraint whatsoever.

It's only because they are evenly matched that no major injury results.

The severed arm incident is still the first case in this session's Ten Camps Competition.

"Even so, when Fang Wen couldn't react in time, you should have eased up a bit."

Zhang Jian could only offer a few symbolic admonitions.

However, Gu Lin disagreed, retorting,

"What if Fang Wen feigned weakness to lure me into lowering my guard before striking hard?"

Regarding severing Fang Wen's arm, Gu Lin felt not the slightest regret.

Fang Wen had previously mounted three Martial Arts Platforms in succession, injuring three combat soldiers from Gu Lin's same camp.

Each soldier either had broken ribs or, at worst, severed fingers.

Fang Wen struck so ruthlessly, showing no regard for camaraderie; why shouldn't Gu Lin be allowed to injure Fang Wen?

This is merely giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"No matter what, severing a comrade's arm is ultimately your fault."

Seeing that Gu Lin showed no sign of recognizing his mistake, Zhang Jian's voice turned cold.

However, he thought Gu Lin hadn't done it intentionally, and thus gave him an out.

"Once Fang Wen's condition stabilizes, go apologize to him, and then we'll consider this matter over."

Gu Lin gave a faint smile.

If he goes to apologize, would Fang Wen dare accept it?

After Zhang Jian returned to his post, Gu Lin did not step down from the Martial Arts Platform; instead, he looked toward the combat soldiers of the surrounding camps.

"I'm right here; I'll accept any challenge from those who want to fight our Second Camp."

Upon hearing this, the combat soldiers who had initially retreated due to Gu Lin's severe injury to Fang Wen were instantly stirred.

"Arrogant!"

"You brat, do you really think our Second Camp is that strong?"

"Just because you beat a Fifth Stage Martial Trainee named Fang Wen, you think you're invincible?"

The combat soldiers from each camp below were filled with righteous indignation, seeming eager to drag Gu Lin down and give him a beating.

Yet no one voluntarily stepped onto the platform to challenge Gu Lin.

In short, most combat soldiers' strength is at best comparable to Fang Wen's.

Gu Lin can rank among the top ten in the Second Camp; sending him to other camps would not make him much worse.

Even the top-ranked combat soldiers from each camp wouldn't care about such talk.

After some mutual deferral, finally someone jumped onto the Martial Arts Platform to challenge Gu Lin.

Gu Lin took a close look and realized it was none other than Huang Shaoshan, who had previously caused trouble in their camp.

Huang Shaoshan let out a sinister laugh,

"Let me meet the people of your Second Camp!"

Gu Lin's eyes turned cold,

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it!"

After Referee Zhang Jian blew the whistle, Gu Lin and Huang Shaoshan immediately engaged in battle.

With Gu Lin setting the example, the other Combat Soldiers of the Second Camp were as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, all rushing onto the other Martial Arts Platforms.

Damn it, this bunch of fellows have teamed up to take on our Second Camp—do they really think we're soft persimmons?

Want to take down our Second Camp? No matter how badass he is, he'll end up breaking a tooth!

It's just getting injured, right? It's not like I haven't been hurt before. Want to beat me? Worst case, we both end up lying in hospital beds!

With the thought of mutual destruction, each Combat Soldier erupted with fierce fighting spirit.

They contributed one exciting battle after another for the civilians.

Exciting, so exciting—only the Combat Soldiers would fight so fearlessly.

Although their strength isn't as good as mine, if we fought at the same realm, I definitely wouldn't be as ruthless as these Combat Soldiers.

Many civilians lavished praise on the Combat Soldiers without reservation.

Amid their praises, the battle between Gu Lin and Huang Shaoshan also entered the white-hot stage.

Swish!

Huang Shaoshan slashed at Gu Lin with a blade.

Gu Lin, instead of retreating, advanced, clamping Huang Shaoshan's battle blade with his arm, while his own long sword thrust toward Huang Shaoshan's chest.

Huang Shaoshan's face changed drastically; in his panic he couldn't draw the blade, so he could only kick at Gu Lin's chest.

Wanting to use distance advantage, he tried to increase distance to dodge this sword!

But Gu Lin merely grunted, hard-resisting that kick, not retreating an inch.

Dare come to my Second Camp to show off? You must pay the price!

Gu Lin let out a low roar, his long sword piercing Huang Shaoshan's chest.

Blood spattered!

This battle, Gu Lin wins.

The referee hurried onto the stage, separating the two, fearing the situation would get out of control.

Huang Shaoshan spat out a mouthful of blood, glaring fiercely at Gu Lin,

This time I'll count your luck as good, kid—don't let me catch you!

Gu Lin cracked a smile, a cold glint flashing in his eyes,

You should be glad—it's your good luck that saved your life.

After medical staff urgently sutured Huang Shaoshan's wound, they carried him off the Martial Arts Platform.

Shortly after, someone quickly took Huang Shaoshan's place and jumped onto the Martial Arts Hall.

After all, Gu Lin is merely a mortal flesh.

He could consecutively defeat Fang Wen and Huang Shaoshan, so his stamina must have suffered some loss.

Everyone is a Fifth Stage Martial Trainee; he just doesn't believe he can't still beat the stamina-damaged Gu Lin!

But Gu Lin had no intention of showing off, waving to the referee and saying,

Referee, I want to rest.

The Combat Soldier who had jumped onto the stage had a grim face,

Gu Lin you!

Before his words even fell, Gu Lin looked at her with a half-smile,

How? Who stipulated that after I win I can't rest, that I must keep fighting until I lose?

That person's face was ugly; naturally there's no such rule in the Military Camp.

But Gu Lin stepping down meant his idea of picking up scraps came to nothing!

After obtaining Zhang Jian's approval, Gu Lin stepped down from the stage.

Deng Kai gave Gu Lin a slight smile, taking his place as the opponent,

You just prepare to properly enjoy my domination!