Amelia seemed to have come here just to ridicule him. Feng Yi, who had always been straightforward all his life, did not have much desire for such things. He started to look at her with an increasingly strange gaze, and asked, "So, has our pact been established?"

"Indeed."

"Good, you can leave now."

"What a heartless man." Amelia grinned mischievously, casually shrugged off her coat, and then elegantly sorted out her slightly untidy attire... She moved gracefully without any reserve, her shapely figure evident, and she was not bothered at all with Feng Yi's presence.

Feng Yi quickly turned away as he heard laughter ringing in his ears. "I bet you're dying for a piece of me, right? Opportunities like these don't always come, boy. Want a piece?"

Although Amelia continued to exhibit her dominant side, her pretty face buried beneath silky hair was actually blushing. It was her first time saying such things, portraying a dominant woman seemed to come naturally to a genius like her.

Feng Yi was aware that she was deliberately teasing him. If he really took her up on her offer, let alone resisting or not, even if he managed to walk out of the room afterwards, he would probably be spat to death by her followers. This was also not legally feasible. Freaking hell, how did he fall into her rhythm again?

"You can turn around now."

Amelia, against expectations, did not continue her assault on Feng Yi. With a waistline reminiscent of a model and a vibrant face, all that was left of her was sincerity.

Feng Yi threw a glance at Amelia. Her stunning beauty momentarily took his breath away! If she would just remain silent and stand there quietly, 'adorable' might just be the right word to describe her.

Amelia descended from the Edward Family. Speaking of Edward, they couldn't leave out Belinda, who was the dazzling flower of the Federation several hundreds of years ago. From her portrait, Amelia inherited her ancestor's silver hair. Besides, she was the only one in her family in hundreds of years who could actually rival Belinda, a truly formidable talent.

"Hey, Feng Yi."

"Yeah, I'm still alive."

"I wanna know, are you looking forward to the confrontation?"

"Of course." Feng Yi wanted to say that he was not looking forward to it at all, but he was sure about which side he was on, so he couldn't say that.

"The military contest this time is quite broad, looking at the current development and the traditional educational direction of Wind Thunder, I'm afraid there is no chance of winning."

"What are you trying to say? Don't tell me you've had a change of heart and want to leak information to me, or are you planning to dissolve us from within?" Feng Yi truly did not have any affection towards Amelia.

"Heh heh, maybe a little bit of both. According to my observation, you have a remarkable fighting ability. If Yingland wins, would you consider letting me recommend you to the higher-ups and get you into my team?"

"I'm not interested."

"Is that because you simply are not interested in Yingland?"

"And you too."

Amelia paused for a moment, a brief, imperceptible look of sadness flitting through her eyes. "Do you dislike me so much?"

"Sort of."

"I see..." Amelia looked a little distressed but quickly smoothed out her expression. A meaningful smile emerged on her face, "Oh well. It's okay." She went towards the door and suddenly stopped, "So you are not going to see off the girl who received her first kiss from you?"

"No." Fengyi answered succinctly. He couldn't see what was so innocent about this woman. He was the one who had lost out after all.

"Heh, well then, goodbye, and don't forget about our pact."

The quiet room was once again filled with tranquility. Feng Yi enjoyed the peace of being alone, but now he had no interest in logging into Star Wars. His good mood had been completely ruined by this annoying woman.

The next day, when the sun rose, Feng Yi was yanked out of his dream by a knock on the door. Black Ghost Elvis excitedly told Feng Yi to rush downstairs to watch the show, because a 'fight' was happening below. It was a friendly sparring session in the usual sense, but this time, Wind Thunder was not involved.

Feng Yi naturally loved combat. His big dream was to absorb all the essence of others' skills and incorporate them into his own fighting style. Maybe, this group of elite students from all over the world would bring him a great surprise.

By the time he got to the main hall, he noticed that the elite students from each of the prestigious schools were basically gathered inside. Zi Mou, Amelia, Cangmu Kuang Qi, and Apophis each occupied a corner of the hall. They were watching the fight in the middle, their faces didn't betray any unusual expressions.

When Feng Yi thought about what had happened the night before, he couldn't help but glance over at Amelia. He noticed the mouth of the woman was slightly opening and closing, muttering something to him through the crowd that seemed to say: Remember... our... pact...

Elvis was visibly stunned, "B-Boss, do you think she's trying to tell us something? Do you think Amelia likes me?"

Feng Yi facepalmed. "Um, if you like her, you can go to her."

Despite his excitement, Elvis knew better and awkwardly laughed it off. He was just a commoner who could only admire someone like her from afar.

Feng Yi quickly focused his attention on the two fighters in the middle. It seemed like a friendly sparring, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that it was a no-holds-barred contest. One of them was skilled in grappling. His movements were slightly slow, but the consequences were always unimaginable once he successfully launched an attack. The other was good at fast footwork, relying on his agile body to whittle down his opponent. Even though the damage dealt was limited, persistence could accumulate significant damage. Victory might just be a matter of time.

In the St. Calina Academy corner, someone asked Cangmu Kuang Qi for his opinion: "Senior, who do you think will win between the two?"

"Why don't you go find the answer yourself?"

The always proud Cangmu Kuang Qi refused to answer such a question. He wasn't in a hurry for his match with Apollodi to start. The military contest was like a song; the climax at the end was the most exciting part. Cangmu Kuang Qi was looking forward to Apophis's performance, even though Apophis didn't stand any chance of winning.

When a young student from the Golden Sword Academy asked Apophis the same question, Apophis was not stingy with his reply, "It seems our chances are not high."

"Senior, it seems we're having the upper hand on the field."

Apophis shrugged, "Well, you just said it's on the field."

"But..."

"There are no buts, think about it and you'll find the answer."

One of the fighters was launching attacks about as frequently as Balun, his rhythm was impressively quick. "Boss, who do you think has the greater chance of winning?"

"An attack is meaningless if it can't break through defense, the man from the Solar System is not weak, his only drawback is his lack of strength. It's too early to tell now, but if he continues to exert his strength, he will drive himself into a corner." Feng Yi's evaluation was relatively objective, neither affirming nor denying.

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