Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 477 - 189: A Military Academy Guards a Tower_4
The heart is the most vulnerable part of the Four-armed Race.
"Trash."
Liao Ping’s lips moved slightly, followed by a contemptuous smile.
The scenery in front of him began to distort, and an unprecedented fatigue appeared within Liao Ping.
He hurriedly took out his glasses and put them on.
The world in front of him became clear again, and of course, Liao Ping’s berserk state had also completely ended.
Regarding the aftereffects, apart from some weakness, Liao Ping hadn’t noticed any other issues for the time being.
Of course, this berserk state can only be used once a day, and it’s impossible to unseal it again immediately.
According to the Grandmaster at the Research Institute, as Liao Ping’s strength continues to grow, he might be able to unseal it at any time in the future.
But right now, he simply can’t achieve that.
Moreover, the duration of the berserk state isn’t long, generally lasting no more than five minutes.
But an unsealed Liao Ping can even take on mid-fourth-grade opponents, leaving no adversary that he can’t handle within five minutes.
If it’s a late or peak fourth-grade opponent, it’d be too difficult for someone like Liao Ping, a third-grade Martial Artist.
But in the berserk state, Liao Ping has no problem escaping.
In the berserk state, Liao Ping can overcome all psychological barriers and enter an extreme battle mode—like a war machine.
But he hasn’t lost his reason; he’s still a normal person.
"Big Brother Liao Ping, your unsealed state is just too cool."
A female Martial Artist hurriedly supported Liao Ping, her face full of admiration.
fourth-grade aliens.
More than 20 third-grades.
All slain within minutes.
One must know, Liao Ping is just a third-grade Martial Artist.
Unparalleled combat techniques, terrifying indeed.
"Sigh!"
Liao Ji sighed deeply.
All born of the same parents, why is fate so unfair?
Anger.
But anger is useless, he himself has fed the snake, yet hasn’t entered the berserk state.
It can only be said that even people from the same womb have different destinies.
"Brother Liao Ping, with just a few days left until the school competition, you will definitely become famous worldwide.
A freshman from North Wuda defeating a fourth-grade senior, which is simply a miracle in Wuda’s history, Brother Liao Ping, you’re so admirable!"
Another female Martial Artist stood up, tightly hugging Liao Ping’s other arm.
"Hmph, two Green Teas."
Liao Ji tended to his wounds while cursing under his breath.
"Hmph, exactly, two Green Teas, shameless."
At this moment, a female Martial Artist walked over to help Liao Ji bandage his wounds.
So touching.
Even at a time like this, having someone care for him genuinely moved Liao Ji.
Woman, it’s enough that you are good to me.
When your Brother Liao Ji enters berserk mode in the future, I surely won’t treat you badly.
A bunch of Green Teas, only knowing to cling to Liao Ping.
But this girl is insightful, seeing me as the real potential stock.
"Brother Liao Ji, those two Green Teas obviously want to scheme against Brother Liao Ping. Actually, I truly love Brother Liao Ping. Since you’re Brother Liao Ping’s blood brother, help me say a few good words for him, convey my affection."
In Liao Ji’s mind, he was still daydreaming of a future where he would be surrounded by beauties.
Right then, the female classmate finished bandaging his wounds.
Then, her next words sprinkled salt directly on Liao Ji’s wounds.
"Scram."
Liao Ji’s face was expressionless.
His anger made his liver ache.
Each and every one, full of pretense, none of them are any good.
"Hmph!"
The female classmate left angrily, puffing her cheeks.
"You know, I can only trigger the berserk state once a day; I’m just a reserve team member. How dare I stand out? Don’t spread nonsense; it will become a laughingstock."
With his glasses resealed, Liao Ping returned to his previous shy and timid self.
"Wow, Brother Liao Ping, you’re so humble. I just love humble men."
The female classmate held Liao Ping’s arm even tighter.
Meanwhile, the others finished cleaning the battlefield.
It’s time to head back, in a few days, there’s the school competition, with Dongwu as the host this time.
"Talents emerge one after another, this Liao Ping is destined to be someone extraordinary."
Watching the backs of the group, the fourth-grade captain sighed, shaking his head.
The current Martial Artists grow stronger with each passing year.
So young, yet he has mastered such unparalleled combat techniques, how is he not soaring?
Unseal!
The captain silently chanted in his heart, and he mimicked the motion of taking off glasses around his eyes for mock tactical effect.
Although it was just an imitation, it was absolutely dashing.
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Eighth battlefield.
It’s not too chaotic here, although not as peaceful as the first battlefield, being close to the Military Department means there is no risk of Wet Ghost Tower being breached.
The aliens are also aware of the impregnable nature of the Wet Ghost Tower on this battlefield, so the forces they dispatch here are quite commonplace.
But the eighth battlefield is not guarded by any legion.
The Warring States Military Academy is the one who defends here.
One school guards one tower.
Only the Warring States Military Academy can do this, and the school itself is located near the Wet Ghost Tower.
The students here can enter the wet realm at any time.
Basically, the Wet Ghost Tower on the eighth battlefield is like one of the classrooms of the Warring States Military Academy.
Gong Ling has over 230 levels of Qi Blood.
She just recently broke through to the second-grade, and the 500 levels required for the third-grade are far away.
But Gong Ling has already been fighting on the main battlefield.
That’s right.
A main battlefield with both fifth-grade and fourth-grade participants.
And she has impressive battle achievements.
Gong Ling is a natural Divine Archer.
Her talent for cultivating Qi Blood isn’t very high, being average or even below average, but Gong Ling is willing to push herself hard in training to compensate for this weakness.
Given her initial talent, if she had attended an A-class Wuda, she might have just recently broken through to the first-grade, with Qi Blood hovering at around 100.
