Chapter 57: Dogshit Luck?

"Zhang Chuang's strength is not bad."

Watching Gu Han and Zhang Chuang fight neck and neck, a heated battle erupted on the Martial Arts Platform.

The several Chief Instructors on the General's Seats nodded approvingly and praised.

"It's not easy to hold one's own despite being at a weapon disadvantage."

Although Gu Han appears to be merely a logistics soldier, by now no one still regards him as an ordinary logistics soldier.

"Gu Han is not simple either; lacking a month of specialized training, he's already reached this level—if he received the treatment of a combat soldier, he'd surely soar."

The other Chief Instructors also nodded in agreement with his view.

Only Li Kai and Du Heng wore displeased expressions.

Li Kai even repeatedly sneered in his heart,

"Zhang Chuang's every strike lands on Gu Han's weakness; I don't believe Gu Han can still turn the tables!"

Gu Han on the Martial Arts Platform also discovered something off after a few exchanges.

In his eyes, Zhang Chuang's attack was undoubtedly full of flaws.

But each of Zhang Chuang's strikes landed precisely where it made him uncomfortable.

This forced Gu Han to abandon his preferred fighting style.

"No wonder Zhang Chuang was full of confidence before the battle."

Gu Han secretly thought,

"It seems likely that someone gave Zhang Chuang specialized training before the battle, specifically to deal with me."

It's a pity that if merely cramming before the battle could handle him,

then his month of life-and-death training in the wilderness would have been for nothing, right?

But this still made Gu Han feel a bit more wary.

He had only fought a few matches on the Martial Arts Platform, yet someone had already figured out his fighting style.

It seems the vision of those strong ones cannot be underestimated.

And Gu Han turned the tables, using Zhang Chuang as a whetstone to hone his own combat skills!

Time passed second by second.

As the battle progressed, Gu Han gradually became certain that Zhang Chuang's battle saber was absolutely not an ordinary weapon.

Although Gu Han suppressed his own strength, his Cold Wind Sword was nevertheless a low-grade Yellow-tier weapon.

If Zhang Chuang's battle saber were like those of other combat soldiers, it would likely have been cut in half by his sword just like the previous Jin Li.

"To deal with me, you've really gone to great trouble."

Gu Han snorted coldly and continued to hone his combat skills.

Zhang Chuang on the Martial Arts Platform grew increasingly frightened as the fight went on.

He initially followed Chief Instructor Li Kai's advice, doing the opposite.

This often allowed him to seize Gu Han's weakness.

But each time it looked like he would succeed, Gu Han easily resolved it.

One or two times could be chalked up to Gu Han's luck, but over time it was definitely that Gu Han had caught on.

Swish!

At the moment Zhang Chuang was shocked, Gu Han's sword pierced his wrist.

The intense pain made Zhang Chuang instinctively pull back his hand, and the battle saber fell onto the platform.

And when he finally focused his gaze, Gu Han's Cold Wind Sword was only three inches from his throat.

"I... lost."

Zhang Chuang's eyes were filled with dejection.

He realized that even if he hadn't hesitated for that moment, he still wouldn't be a match for Gu Han.

Referee Zhao Liang swiftly leapt onto the Martial Arts Platform, appearing beside Zhang Chuang the instant Gu Han's side sword approached his throat.

Gu Han could only retract his Cold Wind Sword and step down from the Martial Arts Platform.

"Gu Han, well done!"

Gu Han stepped down from the platform and saw Gu Chen and his brothers at the front of the crowd.

Cheers rose and fell around the Martial Arts Hall.

The name 'Gu Han' shouted near his ears was almost deafening.

Gu Han smiled and had to admit, such a scene still feels pretty good.

"As expected, I'm still a mundane person."

Gu Han nodded at the combat soldiers who came to congratulate him, then returned to the preparation area to rest.

Another combat soldier from the Third Camp had not yet gotten his turn to fight.

But upon seeing Gu Han return to the preparation area, he even lowered his head, not daring to look at Gu Han.

His strength was even a notch weaker than Zhang Chuang's.

Since Zhang Chuang lost, he stands no chance of winning.

The Top Ten Match continued, while Li Kai on the General's Seats had a face as black as a pot bottom.

"Trash, Zhang Chuang this fellow is a complete waste!"

He wasted all his effort cultivating Zhang Chuang!

Meanwhile, Guan Shan sitting ahead took a sip of spiritual tea and smiled faintly.

This saying goes: good cultivation is no match for good luck!

If it weren't for the sudden emergence of the Gu Chen and Gu Han brothers.

Even though he has already poured many resources into the new soldiers, it's still hard to achieve a good result.

Even if Yuqitian doesn't lose in the round-robin battle, at best he can only barely make it into the top ten.

It's not as if Gu Han is present; there's no need to worry about the competition at all.

All we need to do is wait for everyone's surprise and reap others' envy.

The Ten Camps Competition is still ongoing.

The Combat Soldiers of the First Camp displayed their dominance.

All three have advanced to the top five!

The remaining person who made it into the top five is Yuan Lin of the Fourth Camp.

Some of those with poorer luck, who had drawn the First Camp's Combat Soldiers, hung their heads in dejection.

The strength gap is indeed too large.

Even if their camp's representative has given his all, there is still no hope of winning.

They also have no intention of blaming their own athletes.

According to the rules of the Ten Camps Competition, one of the final five will get a bye!

Zhou Kuan came to the front of the seats and began drawing lots again.

At this moment, even the eliminated camps unconsciously broke into a sweat.

Some of the lagging camps never intended to vie for the Second Camp's position.

They rather look forward to a splendid battle from which they can learn something.

Still others are hoping that Gu Han, this dark horse who burst onto the scene midway, will bring them some surprise!

The first player whose lot is drawn will luckily obtain the chance for a bye.

Under the gaze of all, Zhou Kuan took out a slip of paper with a name written on it from the box.

The person who gets the bye opportunity is…… Gu Han!

At the moment Zhou Kuan's words fell, the people of the Fourth Camp let out a wail.

Damn, why is it Gu Han who stepped on dog shit luck?

Getting a bye directly advances you to the top three; even if you lose later battles, you can still obtain a medium-grade yellow-tier battle sword!

Damn, did Gu Han get it?

Merde, although I also don't want to see Gu Han get a bye, your idea is too... whatever.

Ah, maybe luck is also part of strength; can't help being envious.

The Fourth Camp's sole remaining Combat Soldier, Yuan Lin, turned ashen-faced.

None of the three from the First Camp is someone he can beat.

Ranking fifth is already his destined end.

As for the First Camp's internal struggle, although the topic isn't hot, the fighting is wonderfully exciting.

In the end, respectively Zhang Lang and Pan Hu of the First Camp, and Gu Han of the Second Camp, advanced to the top three.