The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 280 - Protecting the Last of the Glory

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Should we fight? Or not fight?

The West Asian and African Generals silently gazed at the recruits beside them.

Today, not only had aerial combat recruits come, the mobile armor recruits had come as well. Everyone wanted to watch the scene of Qin Fen being defeated.

However, no one had expected that Qin Fen would win, and win so cleanly at that. He won in such a terrifying way that it gave rise to a helpless feeling in his other opponents.

In the quiet arena, the African and West Asian recruits silently gazed at each other. They were unable to see through Qin Fen's piloting skills. Clearly, he didn't have an amazing hand speed yet it gave the feeling that they were unable to beat him.

Admit defeat? West Asian and African Generals secretly shook their heads. Today, Qin Fen alone swept the entire American Aerial Combat Team using just one hand. If they admitted defeat and surrendered to him today, then the pressure from his previous two successive defeats would completely disappear without a trace. However, his momentum would reach an unprecedented height, like a volcanic eruption, thus driving the momentum for all East Asian recruits to climb up collectively.

The recruit competition didn't just involve these events. Events like Electronic warfare, Warship Simulation Command and Confrontation were also there. These were the fields that Qin Fen had never touched. If they admitted defeat now, it would definitely affect the morale of the recruits participating in such events.

Should we fight!? The corner of the West Asian and African Generals eyes and lips rose into a wry smile. What could they take out to fight with him? Qin Fen could single-handedly sweep the entire American Team. Naturally, he could also sweep through the West Asian and African Team who were not even in the same league as American Team.

Losing a game was a trivial matter. But the annihilation of an aerial combat team under the General's supervision by a man using just one hand was a serious blow to morale. Which would then affect the morale of every participating team of that said military region.

"Well, are West Asia and Africa Military Region afraid to fight?" Will slightly raised the corner of his eyes. "If you are afraid, then, wouldn't it be better for two aerial combat teams to play a match with Qin Fen at the same time? Or is it that the two teams have no courage to even fight with him together?"

The West Asian and African Major Generals glanced at each other once more. There were more than a dozen fighters in two squadrons. In aerial combat, the firepower was proportional to the number of fighters. It would multiply the firepower as a whole. It was not as simple as one plus equals two.

Can the two teams win by fighting together? A skeptical look appeared on the faces of the West Asian and African Major Generals. It was really hard to say. If they still lost to Qin Fen, then, they would be losing more face than the American Aerial Combat Team.

Refuse to fight? If the matter of combining two teams into one and still being afraid to fight Qin Fen spread to the general public, the blow to the morale of participating recruits would not be small.

Fight or not fight?  The West Asian and African Generals glared at Will. This American General was truly vicious.

"Ke… ke…"

Major General Landry of Africa coughed twice heavily. His complexion was not much lighter than that of coal, with a hint of red.

"East Asian recruit, Qin Fen." Landry coughed twice once more. "The original intention of holding the recruit tournament was to promote the ability of recruits of the various military region through the contest. If you played with the recruits of just one team, either West Asia or Africa, I'm afraid it would be very hard for them to improve their abilities. If possible, why don't our Africa and West Asia aerial combat team form a joint aerial combat team to fight with you?"

Landry kept staring at Qin Fen. An imperceptible fear quickly flashed past his eyes.

There was no change in the West Asian General's expression, but his heart was similarly filled with worry. He prayed to the gods he believed in several times, hoping that Qin Fen would reject this exchange, which appeared to be extremely unfair and seemed like they were bullying him with numbers.

"Kid." Zhao Huzi whispered in Qin Fen's ears, "Don't push yourself, if you can't do it, then forget it."

Having heard the words whispered by Zhao Huzi, Landry and West Asian General were so excited that they were willing to hug and give Zhao Huzi a kiss, who was usually not pleasing to their eyes, to express the excitement in their hearts.

"I…" Qin Fen shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care, anything is okay to me."

Suddenly, Laundry felt everything going black before his eyes. Qin Fen's performance over these days had told one thing to everyone already, he never bragged. If he said something then it means he had the confidence to back it up.

"If that's the case…" Zhao Huzi's expression changed as looked at Landry, smiling. "Well then, you can fix the time and place, just inform us when you are ready."

Will blew a loud whistle as he pursed his lips into a smile of triumph and made his way out of the arena. Today, he might have lost but he had found two scapegoats. At least, he would not be seen as a joke to them.

Landry furrowed his brow and stared at the disappearing back of Will gloomily. "Will, since you won't let me feel better, I too will not let you feel any better. For now, I'll let you try the effect brought by the defeat of your aerial combat team. Go and spread the news of American Aerial Combat Team's defeat in the participants' military camp. Remember to spell the key points clearly."

American recruits were defeated. Under the supervision of General Will, the American recruits challenged Qin Fen, who could only pilot with one arm as his right arm was injured, with the strength of a small aerial combat formation. And as a result, they were wiped out by Qin Fen!

The news spread through the entire military camp of recruit tournament like it had grown wings! Every recruit was surprised to hear this news.

All the recruits were amazed by the fact that Qin Fen, even after having been injured from the ambush and having suffered a setback in the sniper tournament, he was actually unfazed by the loss and injury. And even went and defeated the American Aerial Combat Team with just one hand.

Usually, the American recruits would always walk in the military camp with their chest and head held up high. But for a while, it was difficult to find even their silhouette in the military camp. Almost everyone had chosen to stay indoors.

"Yang Lie, Brooks, Zeus! The glory of our American recruits is in your hands!"

Almost all American recruits were gathered in the large conference room. Everyone was looking at the three most prospective participants of America's martial art tournament. They were the last line of defense in America's glory. And it was the most solid foundation on which America had established its status as the hegemon.

In the quiet conference room, many American recruits were silently staring at the three people at the end of the conference table!

Yang Lie silently looking at those blazing eyes of everyone sitting in the conference room. The trio knew that what these eyes were telling them. American recruits can no longer lose! The American recruits truly cannot afford to lose again!

"We know what you are thinking." Brooks slowly adjusted the hat blocking his face. "We three will not lose. American recruits cannot afford to lose. Yang Lie, Zeus, it's your business how you play in the tournament, but my opponent in the finals must be one of you. Even if you die, you have to die in the finals!"

"Sky Splitter." Zeus raised his chin and looked down at Brooks. "You better worry about yourself! Caesar is also in your block. Don't let me meet anyone else in the finals. Don't disappoint me."

"I." Yang Lie stood up slowly, standing with the other two. His eyes flickered with unprecedented battle intent. "I will certainly defend the last of the glory of American recruits! I will definitely win! I will for sure!"

Since the start of the recruit tournament, the American recruits, who had never been pushed into despair, had finally been pushed into it for the first time. After the depression, the recruits burst forth with unexpected battle intent from this despair.

Qin Fen returned to his room alone and laid down flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Today, he was truly tired, yet against all his expectations, the aerial combat had gone smoothly.

Raising his left hand, Qin Fen rotated it left and right a bit. A relaxed smile slowly appeared on his face. Some things are really hard to say. In the past, when both his hands were uninjured and he operated using both his hands, he had never been able to understand what the Squadron Leader Trash meant by covering the sky with one hand. He had never expected that only when he could use one hand for the time being that he would be forced to realize the previous teachings of Squadron Leader Trash by the American Aerial Combat Team.

"Who would have thought, who would have thought!" Qin Fen stretched his waist as he yawned. He had already been expended a lot of his spirit in sniping the European Lieutenant Colonel and comprehending the Covering the Sky with One Hand in the battle brought him even more fatigue.

Tired! Since the start of the recruit tournament, Qin Fen felt so tired for the first time.

Spiritually, he was too tired. As such, his accurate control over his strength declined naturally. Qin Fen gave up the treatment of true energy oscillations and completely relaxed his body and spirit.

Resting was also one of the best treatments.

Right then, a dozen East Asian veterans silently appeared around Qin Fen's room.

Since last night's attack, Zhao Huzi paid particular attention to Qin Fen's defense. This was the person he needed to treasure the most at this moment. If anyone dared to ambush Qin Fen again, he would certainly tear his corpse into pieces.

"Well, it's really quiet around here. There is no problem." Zhao Huzi leaned his back against the wall that separated him from Qin Fen's room and slowly opened his eyes.

"Kid." Zhao Huzi looked at the wall behind him. "Your Father had come to guard you, you better perform well."

Suddenly, the phone on the bed started ringing. Zhao Huzi picked it up. "How is the investigation going? Who is so tired of living that he hired someone from the blood ranking to kill Qin Fen? What? The blood ranking has its own rules. It's difficult to check!? Investigate! I don't care how you do it, I want him found. If that snake hiding in the dark can bite Qin Fen today, he can bite someone else tomorrow!"

In an endless dark space that had no sky to touch and no ground to stand on, Qin Fen was floating in this familiar place which no longer felt familiar, without being subjected to any force.

"So this is how the Wukong Technique feels like!?"

Qin Fen turned left and right as that tall and robust back from last time appeared in his memory once more.

"Wukong Technique!? Haha…" In the glow of darkness, Master walked out with a smile. "Kid, you are still unable to understand Wukong Technique, but your performance is still very surprising."

"Surprising!?" Qin Fen was a bit curious. Master was also surprised by me, even with his insight of martial dao!?

"Yes, I was surprised." Master nodded his agreement with a smile. "Your performance really took me by surprise. You still remembered the true energy concurrent oscillations treatment!? It's really amazing."

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