The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 130 - 129: League Match 15, My Prince

Chapter 130: Chapter 129: League Match 15, My Prince

She’d been keeping her eye on this Energy Liquid.

Fei Wenxing quickly protected his Energy Liquid like it was a treasure.

Song Ke was also surprised that Qu Tong actually had so much. With the six of them and seven people from Mi Nuo’s group, each person having five vials made a total of 65 vials.

"It turns out the potions you brought before were not Nutrient Solutions," Cheng Yao remarked.

Mi Nuo was stunned for a long time before finally responding on behalf of the shocked group behind him,

"Is this the Energy Liquid that Miss Ali’s shop was selling before?"

"Prince Consort, how did you get these? Do you know the owner of the shop?"

"It must be! Otherwise, how could you explain having so many potions!"

"Are these great potions really all for us?"

Unable to maintain her usual noble demeanor, Mi Nuo excitedly expressed her shock in a flurry.

Qu Tong just lightly "hmmed" in response, not specifying which question she was answering, but everyone now assumed Qu Tong was well acquainted with Miss Ali.

The looks Fei Wenxing and the others gave Qu Tong were filled with deep respect.

The Energy Liquid was distributed, and today, Qu Tong was too tired to cook and just dealt with drinking a Nutrient Solution.

Later, Qu Tong silently took out a Purple Potion from the space and handed it discreetly to Mi Nuo, gesturing with her eyes to one member of Mi Nuo’s team.

"He’s not looking too well. Take one potion in advance, use it or not, that’s up to you."

After all, it was for protecting them that this situation had been caused.

Mi Nuo looked at Qu Tong for a moment and solemnly said, "Thank you."

Then, she got up and took that person aside on her own. When the person walked away, they turned to look back at Qu Tong, but Qu Tong didn’t pay any attention.

Mi Nuo left with one person and came back with ten.

"Prince Consort, I’ve found us an alliance."

Then, she leaned close to Qu Tong’s ear and whispered mysteriously, "They just want one High-grade Spiritual Power Stabilizing Potion."

Upon hearing this, Qu Tong raised an eyebrow. Had they been tricked by just one potion?

Qu Tong looked at Mi Nuo with a look that was half-smiling, and said coldly, "So, don’t you think you’re too expensive? Should I kick you out and find two groups like them instead?"

Mi Nuo slightly leaned back, looking at Qu Tong as if seeing a new species she hadn’t encountered before.

"I’m an original stockholder. Of course, I’m different. Prince Consort, did you learn this bridge-burning trick from the Grand Marshal?"

Qu Tong responded, "Don’t spread rumors about my Highness."

"Don’t spread rumors about my Highness," Mi Nuo mockingly repeated.

Then seriously she added, "Consider it? My friend is reliable in strength and character."

Watching Mi Nuo’s vehement sales pitch, Qu Tong looked up to assess the few people, the leader being a square-faced man, solid and robust, with a face fitting an old cadre, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and even somewhat guileless when smiling.

"Prince Consort, hello, my name is Fang Yan, a student from the Fourth Military Academy." Fang Yan introduced himself as Qu Tong looked over.

His teammates also introduced themselves one after another.

Qu Tong heard "Fourth Military Academy" and her lips twitched slightly.

Now all five military academies were accounted for.

"Mi Nuo has told you, right? The first and second place are after us, and maybe even the sixth."

"Already told us, no worries," Fang Yan nodded firmly.

Qu Tong looked doubtfully at Fang Yan and Mi Nuo.

Then Fei Wenxing came over and whispered, "Fang Yan’s sister was previously married to Lan Xingrui. She was accidentally killed by him during a Mental Outburst, and their families have been enemies since. Lan Xingrui is the elder brother of Lan Xingye."

Qu Tong nodded, so that was it.

Then there shouldn’t be any problems with their identities.

Naturally, Qu Tong allowed them to join his side.

However, Qu Tong was running low on Energy Liquid, so he didn’t distribute any to them.

Mi Nuo and those from Fei Wenxing had their own ways of obtaining it, which couldn’t be disclosed.

*

The next day, before six o’clock had struck,

Qu Tong opened his almond-shaped eyes, his gaze coldly fell on a boulder concealed by bushes in the distance, then shifted to the left.

Following the sound of engines, Qu Tong looked up and saw Wen You’s fighter jet circling in the sky, round and round.

The awakened Cheng Yao murmured, "So early and someone has already been eliminated? Or did they encounter a high-grade Star Beast and sent a distress signal?"

Qu Tong withdrew his gaze and spoke indifferently, "It’s reminding us that we’ve been surrounded."

"Ah?" Confusion on Cheng Yao’s face instantly turned to shock.

The rest, roused by the noise and hearing Qu Tong’s words, were immediately alarmed.

"Then why are you still so calm?" Mi Nuo looked at Qu Tong inquisitively.

"It’s not time yet."

Mi Nuo: "..."

What difference does five minutes make?

Qu Tong stood up and pointed in a direction.

"Everyone get ready, break through from this direction, follow what we discussed last night."

"Sigh, time to start fleeing again." Mi Nuo sighed, summoning his Mecha, and extended his hand for Qu Tong to leverage.

*

Inside the teaching base, principals from several schools and several key leaders were in a meeting.

Si Yuting and Feng Lin, designated as special league commanders, sat on the side listening to the talks filled with tensions from the heads of several big schools.

Ju Zhongyi wore a tiger-like smile, his words laced with sarcasm: "Your school’s students are really amusing, not only bringing personal grudges onto the competition field but also involving other academies. Are they too confident in their capabilities?"

"The main purpose of the league is to cultivate students’ practical combat experience and teamwork, not to form cliques and create opposition. What are Blue Planet Lan Xingye and Qu Tong doing?" The principal of the Third Military Academy also voiced criticism.

Seeing his own team being pinpointed, Xun Guangyong felt uncomfortable: "The competition inherently allows competition, survival of the fittest. It’s natural for strong ones to have followers. What’s so strange about that?"

"But this just the first round, and yet the arena has been thrown into chaos like this. If it keeps up, who will still have the mind to Kill the Star Beast? Look at these Points, apart from the few in the front, how much has the overall decreased compared to last year?"

The principal of the Fourth Military Academy pointed at the data at the top of the table to make his point, unaware that his school’s teams had also waded into the murky waters last night.

"They themselves..." Xun Guangyong tried to retort but was stopped by President Wei.

The voices of students from the Second, Third, and Fourth Military Academies had been heard, only the Fifth remained.

Everyone’s gaze turned there.

"President Xia, what’s your opinion?" Ju Zhongyi asked Xia He with a smile.

"I don’t have much to say," Xia He replied uneasily.

"Of course, aside from the First Military Academy, it’s your Fifth that has performed the best, having teamed up with the First Military School, indiscriminately eliminating many of our strong teams," the principal of the Third Military School said enviously.

It was supposed to be their third place, and generally, the top positions in the first round would not change much in the second round. In previous years, the Fifth Military School had always been bottom-ranked but this year, they had overtaken others through their collaboration with the First Military School.

Xia He didn’t speak.

They were struggling indeed!