Free Web NovelChapter 1422: Chapter 1422: Vote
Wei Xiaoxiong, who was naturally cooling off, saw a halo appear above his head and already sensed that things were bad. In fact, he had a premonition about his physical condition—he knew it was bad but didn’t expect to cool off so quickly.
Too fast.
Wei Xiaoxiong’s entire face was blank with astonishment.
His body hurt terribly, terribly, even though the protective equipment’s built-in treatment program was attempting to heal him. However, the injuries were real and unquestionable, so they hurt, very much.
Moreover, the treatment instrument function built into the protection shield given by the competition committee was limited, only able to ensure basic treatment to keep Wei Xiaoxiong breathing until he could be transported to the medical room outside the arena for emergency treatment, so there was no anesthesia function or anything of the sort. Wei Xiaoxiong gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain.
Beads of sweat, large, rolled down from his forehead as Wei Xiaoxiong bit his teeth tightly.
All because of this damn Original Battlefield.
This arena’s primitive setup is likely worse than the Ancient Earth era. It’s incredibly difficult to find even a bit of medicine like anti-inflammatory drugs, the resources are so scarce that it’s outrageous, which is why Wei Xiaoxiong cooled off so quickly after an arrow hit his abdomen.
As an interstellar person, born enjoying convenient medical care, he no longer knew how to save himself without a treatment instrument.
The students under Wei Xiaoxiong clearly were at the same level.
Dozens of students surrounded Wei Xiaoxiong’s "corpse," shaking their heads as he officially "croaked." Yue Qiyuan closed his eyes softly in an extremely sorrowful manner, saying, "The Commander has left us."
"Indeed."
"The Commander is gone."
"The Commander has passed."
...
Wei Xiaoxiong’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot; he wasn’t dead yet, but these people were already behaving like a mourning entourage, it was absolutely depressing.
Then.
Wei Xiaoxiong saw the annoying Yue Qiyuan suddenly place a fist over his heart, slightly bowing to him, "Commander, safe journey."
Wei Xiaoxiong: "..."
Wei Xiaoxiong was a little regretful. If he had known he would be eliminated, why didn’t he just take Yue Qiyuan down with him to avoid hearing such enraging words?
Yue Qiyuan couldn’t hear Wei Xiaoxiong’s inner world, nor could he hear whatever Wei Xiaoxiong might say. Looking at Wei Xiaoxiong’s "corpse," Yue Qiyuan suddenly staggered, bending his knees, looking utterly heartbroken and said, "The Commander treated me so well, I betrayed his trust, I betrayed his trust."
Wei Xiaoxiong: "..."
Damn!
Liang Youqing couldn’t help but step back, shivering as goosebumps formed on her arm, the scene was utterly awkward, yet Yue Qiyuan continued his cringeworthy acting, which made her scalp tingle.
Forget it.
Let’s follow the plan.
Liang Youqing spoke up, "The Commander cooled off... cough! The Commander died young, yet our faction cannot be leaderless for a day; we must appoint someone to the Commander position now. I’ll start by voting for Yue Qiyuan."
Liang Youqing kicked off the topic, and immediately, someone echoed, "I vote for Yue Qiyuan."
The one who spoke was the Squad Leader of the 7th squad.
Next was the Squad Leader of the 9th squad, who also voted for Yue Qiyuan.
The other Squad Leaders aligned with Wei Xiaoxiong were disheartened by this sudden setback, seeing their influence diminishing. If Yue Qiyuan truly ascended to power, their future seemed bleak, until one of them suddenly declared, "I vote for Squad Leader Xie Fenghua of the 4th squad."
Hmm?
Everyone paused in confusion, staring at the speaker, then shifting their gaze to Xie Fenghua, whose expression was extremely awkward.
Then.
Everyone turned to Yue Qiyuan.
Yue Qiyuan didn’t comment on this and instead smiled slightly at everyone, "I vote for Yue Qiyuan."
The crowd: "..."
Seeing everyone seem a bit stunned, Yue Qiyuan raised his eyebrows, saying lightly, "What, can’t vote for yourself?" As he said this, he was staring at the Squad Leader of the 6th squad who voted for Xie Fenghua.
The 6th squad leader choked on his words.
Yue Qiyuan turned his head to look at Xie Fenghua, asking, "Xie Fenghua of the 4th squad, who do you vote for?"
His tone was indifferent, even somewhat casual, but inexplicably gave Xie Fenghua a sense of icy dread.
Xie Fenghua lowered his head, thought for a moment, then raised it, looking at Yue Qiyuan earnestly, "I vote for Yue Qiyuan."
Yue Qiyuan smiled, his grin subtle, saying, "Thanks to everyone’s love; I don’t have many strengths, just in being pragmatic."
"..." Xie Fenghua felt the oppressive threat over his head suddenly vanish and exhaled a breath of relief, feeling alarmed inside.
This official data of Yue Qiyuan, only Constitution B, S-level mental power, why did he feel so dangerous, so profoundly unfathomable?
Could the opponent be hiding data?
Xie Fenghua’s mind was a tangled mess, and Wei Xiaoxiong’s "corpse" was nearly exploding with anger. After the 10 squad leaders each cast a vote, electing Yue Qiyuan as the new Commander, Yue Qiyuan led the crowd in rituals around Wei Xiaoxiong’s "corpse," giving an inaugural speech, promising he would not let down everyone’s expectations, that he would uphold Wei Xiaoxiong’s legacy to strive for victory and such, which infuriated Wei Xiaoxiong almost to death.
Then.
Wei Xiaoxiong was rapidly whisked away by an invisible robot, and before leaving, gazed at Yue Qiyuan’s face, with Wei Xiaoxiong’s mind inexplicably conjuring the "Rag Queen" character; ever since encountering this person, his competition luck seemed to be declining. Despite all preparations and absolute certainty...
Tea Room of the Academic Center.
Representatives from various schools sip tea, watching the arena’s ongoing tragedies unfold. A white-haired, kind-faced woman gently shook her head, sighed, "Look at these students, completely helpless without convenient medical equipment. Therefore, it’s indeed necessary to include basic medical training in our education."
The others remained silent.
The elderly woman thought for a moment, adding, "Not modern medical knowledge dissemination, but Primitive Era medical knowledge."
Hong Jiang was first to agree, "Indeed necessary."
The future interstellar battlefield’s environment is wholly unpredictable, and if all technological devices fail, an injury only spells waiting for death.
The others echoed in agreement.
As hosts, when Yang Zhi and Niu Houdao left, the atmosphere in the tea room didn’t become any more harmonious, with everyone exchanging mockery and complaints, only slightly smoothing out during matters of importance.
Just then, Yang Zhi and Niu Houdao returned to the tea room.
