The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 133 - 132: Matchday 18, Catch It, Your Highness

Chapter 133: Chapter 132: Matchday 18, Catch It, Your Highness

Lan Xingye had Wen Qing hold off two people alone while he himself went to assist Lan Weiying.

"Be careful, move left!" Right after Qu Tong had taken out one of Wen Qing’s teammates with a shot, she sensed a spiritual power wind blade flying towards them.

Although Qu Tong could have easily dissipated the wind blade, the air was filled with miniature live-streaming orbs and the environment was watched by instructors and tutors, so she could not afford to expose her spiritual power.

Luckily, Mi Nuo reacted quickly, dodging to the left immediately.

Then they faced a pincer attack from one blue and one purple mecha, attacking from front and rear. Mi Nuo had just finished her last energy liquid and was clearly struggling to cope.

Every attack from Lan Xingye was aimed at Qu Tong, and Mi Nuo also had to protect her.

Just as Mi Nuo was tied up with Lan Weiying, Lan Xingye’s next round of attacks came slicing towards Qu Tong.

Qu Tong clenched her teeth and with a forceful twist of her wrist, the whip at her waist loosened nimbly.

The gust brushed past Qu Tong’s hair as she leaned backward out of Mi Nuo’s mech.

At the same time, a slender whip wrapped around the waist of the blue mech, and with a swing, she rotated nearly 360 degrees, passing over Lan Xingye.

With a slight release of her hand, Qu Tong slid out in the direction of the centrifugal force and landed a kick on the left wing of the purple mech entangled with Mi Nuo.

Although Qu Tong’s strength was negligible compared to the mech, it still caused Lan Weiying to lose balance and start to plummet.

While Lan Xingye, thrown off balance, also cut through the whip, leading to a collision with Qu Tong, both of them tumbling down in a parabola.

At this moment, a broadcast sounded in the sky:

"Attention all candidates! Due to the high number of eliminations in the first round, we will be moving to the second round ahead of schedule. Please stop fighting and follow the instructors back to the base for rest. Tomorrow at 8 am, the second round will commence on time."

Lan Weiying stabilized after falling for a while, and Mi Nuo was flying towards Qu Tong, but the distance was a bit far.

Just as Qu Tong was considering whether to "take out" another whip and use Lan Weiying’s momentum to jump to Mi Nuo, she saw a black fighter jet below, with the hatch opening and a tall figure stepping out.

As soon as Si Yuting got off the aircraft, he didn’t wait to search for Qu Tong’s figure when he heard her shout from above:

"Your Highness, catch me!"

The wind lifted Qu Tong’s clothes with a flapping sound, and her long hair wildly fluttered behind her. Everyone watching this scene was filled with trepidation.

Si Yuting also got a shock, a surge of irritation rising in his heart.

Silly girl!

Yet he honestly adjusted his position and slowly began to form a Spirit Power Barrier to cushion Qu Tong’s fall.

Until she crashed into his embrace, warm, soft arms wrapped around his neck, and Si Yuting’s body went rigid.

Still, he wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from slipping.

Principal Wei, coming from behind, was startled by Qu Tong’s sudden arrival from the sky and nearly collided with the nearby railing.

"What’s going on here? How did someone fall from the sky?" he said, looking up.

By this time, Mi Nuo and Lan Weiying had maneuvered their mechas to the ground.

Si Yuting didn’t offer much explanation but said sternly, "Let’s get the situation under control first."

"Right," Principal Wei nodded in agreement.

With the competition paused, the instructors and tutors who had been standing by helplessly earlier had already come down to help, quickly separating the eliminated from the non-eliminated students.

Without even looking back, Qu Tong could feel the sharp, hate-filled gazes from Lan Xingye and his team.

Right behind, Mi Nuo, and the instructor of the Mecha Single Soldier Department, Li Zhanfei, who had arrived with Xun Guangyong, were shocked to see so many students from the First Military School in the eliminated group, most of whom were from Class A. At first, they were astonished, but then their blood pressure soared.

Out of the 10 teams he led, only Lan Xingye’s team was left!

He didn’t even care about Marshal Si’s presence and interrogated loudly, "Student Qu Tong, what did you do? You’ve knocked so many of our students out of the competition."

Xun Guangyong was also angry and retorted, "Exactly, they even teamed up with teams from other schools to eliminate their own classmates. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were from the Fifth Military Academy!"

At this moment, the principal of the Second Military Academy was also fuming, huffing and glaring in the meeting room.

Principal Xia He of the Fifth Military School quietly covered the lower half of his face with his hand to prevent his suppressed laughter from being noticed.

Feng Lin watched the live broadcast with great interest.

By the time they had rushed over, the elimination rate had already risen to 62%, the highest ever in the history of the military tournaments.

This Princess Consort of Si Yuting is truly extraordinary.

*

On the field, everyone’s attention was focused on Qu Tong in Si Yuting’s arms.

Qu Tong merely looked on innocently at everything, without saying a word.

Blame her?

If they hadn’t attacked her and her teammates, would she have eliminated them?

Why not ask what kind of tricks Lan Xingye was playing?

"It’s not her fault. The competition allows competition between teams, and no one has violated any rules," Si Yuting’s cold voice suddenly interrupted, resonating powerfully in the ears of the audience.

"But if it weren’t for Qu Tong, our school..." Li Zhanfei hadn’t finished speaking when Si Yuting cut him off.

"I said it’s not her fault. Are you suggesting playing favorites, Instructor Li?"

Li Zhanfei shivered under Si Yuting’s icy gaze, finding himself speechless for a moment.

In his anger, he had forgotten that this person did not entertain any personal feelings.

Qu Tong tilted her head slightly to look at Si Yuting’s face, which rarely showed emotion, and she was slightly stunned.

Although she had intended to have Si Yuting intervene on her behalf, she did not expect him to defend her so forcefully.

Although he merely stated that she hadn’t violated any rules, it was still quite cool.

"Although the situation is indeed not good, it’s not beyond redemption. Our school still holds the first and second places, doesn’t it?"

Principal Wei stepped in to smooth things over and then affirmed Si Yuting’s words, "Marshal Si is correct. Let’s not dwell on this and get ready for the second round of the competition."

With the two most authoritative figures having spoken, the others naturally couldn’t say much else.

Privately, Principal Wei advised Xun Guangyong and Li Zhanfei, "Save your words for when we get back. People from other schools are still here."

The two had no choice but to hold back their anger with nowhere to vent it.

At that moment, Si Yuting felt a dampness on his leg.

Looking down, he saw that Qu Tong’s trouser leg was torn, revealing a wound as long as a finger, from which blood was gushing and running down, soaking his black military pants.

Si Yuting frowned slightly, then carried Qu Tong over to a nearby rock.

He set her down and reached for Qu Tong’s leg, about to roll up the trouser leg.

When his slightly rough hand touched her pale, tender skin, Qu Tong instinctively flinched.

"Don’t move! I’ll check it for you."

Si Yuting instructed sternly, his hand gripping a bit tighter.

Qu Tong pursed her lips and obediently stopped moving.

Si Yuting took out water from the Space Button to clean the wound, used a medical spray for disinfection, and then applied some powder.

Yet he found that the bleeding wouldn’t stop, and the powder was almost washed away by the blood.