Mated at First Sight
Chapter 641 - 424 - Rivals, But More So Comrades (Four Updates) _2

Chapter 641: Chapter 424 - Rivals, But More So Comrades (Four Updates) _2

The morning training focused on basics and consolidation, while the afternoon was reserved for various competitions between the two sides.

The most basic military postures and such were directly skipped.

What they wanted to compete in were basically: four hundred meter obstacles, single and double bars, crawling, climbing, crossing minefields, sniping, and sparring. These were their most basic daily training activities.

"Come on! Come on! Come on..." Sweating profusely, as if flaunting their youth, both teams have never felt training to be so exciting, the competition with comrades from other military areas seems to hold some extra significance compared to competing with their own comrades. Nobody wants to lose, but even loss brings hearty and unrestricted laughter.

If they had such a competitive atmosphere in their daily training, they would probably train much more enthusiastically.

Although they have to train regardless of their enthusiasm.

In every event, a few people were selected from each team to compete, there was almost no difference in the outcome, and everyone put their all without the slightest lax.

Though friendship came first, a competition is still a competition. They have to go all out in order to respect their opponents and teammates.

After the sniping competition, it’s already about quarter past four in the afternoon. The sun is beginning to set, but this doesn’t dampen everyone’s enthusiasm or high spirits.

Combat, is always what they look forward to the most, finally having a blast in a fight.

In the training ground, everyone takes their seats, circulating in anticipation of the opening. Jing Chen and his group stand off to the side, watching quietly.

Soon, the first to stand was Jing Youlan, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his lips slowly curling into a smirk, he clapped his hands in anticipation.

He was excited.

This battle, as Jing Tian had declared earlier, had no rules. Participation was voluntary, and you could choose your own opponent. The challenged, cannot refuse.

Looking at the resolved faces before him, Jing Youlan’s lips curved upwards, his gaze finally resting on Zhong Yi who understood and stood up without hesitation.

Zhong Yi couldn’t believe that Jing Youlan chose him as his first opponent.

His fighting spirit was ignited.

The chilling combat intent, the clamor of the crowd, mixed with the cold wind made the onlookers oblivious to the cold.

At that moment, the only feelings were those of heat and excitement.

Standing within the circle of onlookers, the two stared at each other, seemingly calm. But nobody could ignore the intense combat intent that was radiating off of them.

Looking at the two on the field, Mu Lin’s eyebrows were raised, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

She had experienced Zhong Yi’s skill first-hand, same goes for Jing Youlan. In Mu Lin’s view, the skills of the two were not much different, but there were subtle deviations.

Zhong Yi’s skills mainly relied on strength and speed, while Jing Youlan was different. Whether it was speed or strength, Jing Youlan trained them evenly to a considerable degree. To her, it was really unclear who would win.

No referee was needed for the duel.

Under everyone’s gaze, the two moved almost simultaneously.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Punches, kicks, throws, locks, every technique executed perfectly, which excited the crowd, making them fidgety wanting to leap in themselves and compete.

With a "thud", fists collided once again. Just witnessing it made everyone wince in pain, feeling each mighty blow, but no blow had been as intense as this.

In the blink of an eye, they broke away and a vicious side kick was launched. Jing Youlan swiftly ducked and counterattacked with an equally strong side kick.

"Bang!" Leg against leg, skill against skill, each clash was a nail biter, the two were neck and neck, making onlookers’ blood boil.

The soldiers of Seal Camp looked at Jing Youlan’s lean yet handsome face in disbelief. They didn’t expect him to have such explosive power.

They knew Zhong Yi’s strength. Among them, only a few people could match him; hence they admired Jing Youlan thinking, one should never judge a book by its cover. This also made them reflect on their own shortcomings.

Everyone knows that the people Jing Chen brought this time are all new recruits who haven’t been out for long.

Jing Tian looked at Jing Youlan with slightly raised eyebrows, surprised, but soon nodded in satisfaction.

"That’s enough!" Just when the crowd was looking forward to seeing them continue, Jing Tian’s voice sounded.

"The main purpose today is to exchange skills, not to focus on winning or losing." They would be going on a mission tomorrow and he did not want any of his men to get injured; if they really wanted to determine a winner, they could continue after the mission. For now, it ends here.

Hearing Jing Tian’s words, the two immediately stop fighting. Looking at each other, there was a hint of a smile in their serious faces.

Without hesitation, they stretched out their hands and shook each other firmly.

"I hope we’ll have another chance to fight again," Zhong Yi said, looking at Jing Youlan.

"We’ll have a chance." The corners of his mouth were curved in a seemingly melodious arc.

Even if they stand in different camps, fight at different locations, after the battle, they are comrades. They are comrades who can entrust their lives and their backs!

Seeing the two, Mu Lin was deep in thought.

The military camp is indeed an incredible place, it can dissipate people’s negative emotions, change their original beliefs and transform them into the soldiers they are expected to become.

She was left wondering if she too had changed.

The duels continued, after an unknown number of matches, the one sitting still finally stood up and walked towards the center.

With a slight raise of her eyebrows, Mu Lin looked up to meet a pair of direct and combative eyes.