The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 260 - 259 Interruption of Sparring

Chapter 260: Chapter 259 Interruption of Sparring

Zhao Qian nodded, "Yes, that was in the initial review."

Qu Tong frowned, "What happened to the ones that had no results for three days?"

"Most of them were rejected." Zhao Qian recalled, "Yep, no Honor Points."

Qu Tong: "!!"

How could that be?

She had killed so many from the Insect Clan, surely earning several tens of thousands of Honor Points, worth hundreds of thousands of Star Coins.

Was it deliberately done by Si Yuting?

Could it be because she was disrespectful when she went to him for registration?

Or was it because she openly flirted with him before boarding the spacecraft, even giving him a sidelong glance?

He wouldn’t be so petty, right?

Qu Tong felt Si Yuting was not the kind of person to mix personal grievances with public duties, but how else to explain why hers was the only one not approved?

Qu Tong inquired about Si Yuting’s schedule and found out he had actually gone to the Second Army Corps.

He Zhou still needed a day of observation, and coincidentally, she had agreed to spar with Feng Lin, so she decided to wait.

Xu An and the others were likely to stay at the Sixth Army Corps for a while; as for herself, she might need to inspect the southern borders.

The commission Brother Liang gave her this month had doubled; upon inquiring, she learned he had expanded the business to the border of the two countries.

This was no small matter.

*

The next day, Qu Tong still woke up naturally.

She checked her Honor Points and saw they were still not approved.

She wasn’t sure whether Si Yuting would return today; she definitely wanted to add him on his Light Brain if given the chance.

Qu Tong had no choice but to send a message to Si Yuting using her main account to show her "concern" for his schedule, but sadly, she received no reply.

By the time Feng Lin finished with the Legion’s business, it was already noon.

During that time, Qu Tong checked her Light Brain several times, but Si Yuting still hadn’t replied.

Wen You’s chat box also remained just as it was after she had sent her messages.

The sparring ground was chosen to be an outdoor plaza, suitable for both Special Ability users to unleash their skills.

Many soldiers came to cheer and encourage them.

Zhao Qian switched sides and led the cheer, shouting, "Miss Jun Li, go for it! Take down that little slouch, the captain!"

Xu An and others stood by, dumbfounded.

Feng Lin limbered up his wrists, his piercing gaze shooting straight over.

Zhao Qian flashed his eight teeth, moved to Feng Lin’s back, and continued to shout, beckoning his brothers to join in cheering for Qu Tong.

"Is this Zhao Qian trying to stray like Xiong Lie, elbowing outward, not afraid of getting settled with by his own captain after fall?" Jiang Zhou also came to watch the fun and couldn’t help but comment.

Cheng Feng stood to the side with folded arms, a nonchalant look on his face; his lips curled with a mysterious air, "That’s not straying, that’s called being discerning. If it were me, I’d also choose Miss Jun Li."

Once reminded by Jiang Zhou, it seemed as if he had understood something.

Qu Tong casually tied her hair back with vines and changed into a black combat suit; she had gotten it from a nurse at the medical station that morning, brand new.

A large space was cleared for them in the middle; the two exchanged glances and without a word, both raised their hands to make a move simultaneously.

Vines shot out; Feng Lin swiftly backed away to dodge, using his spiritual power to cut the vines in the process.

The severed vines dissipated into pale green spiritual power.

Feng Lin also struck out, but it seemed his Special Ability had no effect on Qu Tong’s vines.

He had no choice but to abandon his Special Ability, switching to use spiritual power and agility for close combat.

Qu Tong extended her bare hand, solidifying her spiritual power into a pale green barrier, blocking Feng Lin’s blades of spiritual power.

The residual waves of spiritual power caused Qu Tong’s hair by her ears to flutter, and cheers erupted from the spectators instantly.

Having just blocked one attack, another was already coming her way, but Qu Tong deftly dodged it and quickly counterattacked.

The battle inside the arena was intense, and the audience outside was equally thrilled.

Feng Lin’s moves were mature and practiced, all the most practical boxing techniques from the military, without any superfluous flair.

Qu Tong’s moves, on the other hand, favored flexibility and unpredictability, making them difficult to defend against.

A pure black mecha landed on the vacant area outside the arena, but it didn’t attract much attention.

Everyone was too engrossed, their blood boiling as they watched the two outstanding figures in the center, expressions alternating between tense and excited shouting.

Yuting stood tall in front of the hatch, at the perfect distance to clearly see the heroic and confident charm between Qu Tong’s brows, dazzling onlookers.

In a duel between masters, every move was infused with refined and sharp spiritual power, which caused their spiritual power to deplete especially quickly.

After only an hour, Qu Tong’s breathing had become somewhat heavier, as she had, after all, lost half of her spiritual power.

Because Feng Lin didn’t use his special ability, Qu Tong also refrained from using hers thereafter.

Feng Lin had drunk Energy Liquid and, with two days of rest, had recovered to his peak condition, making him difficult to deal with.

Moreover, as they continued to exchange blows, Qu Tong clearly felt that although Feng Lin’s strength was SS+, he was very close to crossing into SSS-rank.

In another head-on clash, Qu Tong’s evasion was delayed for a moment because she was adjusting her breath.

In that less than a second of hesitation, Feng Lin’s blade of spiritual power sliced through the tendrils of hair by her temples.

A few strands of silver hair fell, cascading down her back against the contrasting black combat suit, creating an ethereal beauty akin to an elf’s.

Qu Tong, however, paid no heed to this, brushing her hair aside with her hand and spinning around to strike.

Feng Lin quickly retreated, dispersing the spiritual power concentrated in his hands, and frowned, "Let’s end this sparring session here, Miss Jun Li. Your spiritual power does not seem to be in good condition."

Qu Tong shared this sentiment and lowered her stance, "Alright."

Feng Lin looked at the strands of hair on the ground with a hint of guilt.

Qu Tong was not at all concerned, "It’s nothing, Captain Feng, don’t worry about it."

Injuries were common in sparring, and after all, it was just some hair, which would grow back.

"Miss Jun Li, why don’t you..." Feng Lin started but stopped himself.

Qu Tong knew Feng Lin wanted to ask why she, as a pharmacist, didn’t drink Energy Liquid.

She wanted to drink it, of course, but it had no effect on her.

Drinking it would just be a waste, wouldn’t it?

"I don’t like the taste of Energy Liquid," Qu Tong casually fabricated an excuse.

Feng Lin: "..."

Indeed, Energy Liquids generally focus more on effectiveness, so their taste is much worse compared to Nutrient Solutions.

The potions from Miss Ali’s family were the same, whether it was Energy Liquid or Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion. Despite their appealing color, they actually had no special flavor and were close to slightly sweet water. It was a mystery how they achieved that.

He had seen Miss Jun Li consume mostly Energy Fruits.

Ladies usually pursue a certain level of refinement in their lives, so he could somewhat understand and didn’t think too much of it.

"Miss Jun Li, you should rest for a while," said Feng Lin as he had someone escort Qu Tong back and then turned around to instruct everyone to go back to their positions and not disturb her.

Although the sparring session ended prematurely, everyone had watched it eagerly.

To witness a sparring match between S-rank or higher masters wasn’t something that happened very often.

The one-hour practical training session earlier was enough for them to digest for quite some time.

Qu Tong, having broken into a light sweat, went back to her accommodations to bathe and change clothes before seeking Zhao Qian.

She had seen Si Yuting earlier and didn’t want to miss him again.

Upon learning that Si Yuting was not in a meeting, Qu Tong asked Zhao Qian to take her to find Si Yuting.