"That’s because it was sponsored by the Fu Family, exclusively for nobles. In my entire life, I’ve never worn such expensive uniforms; these could fund a custom-made Series 9 Combat Suit,"
"We’re basking in Sister Fu’s light."
Lin Fu quickly stopped everyone from digressing and brought the topic back, "Right now, we are fighting alone, without any allies. In tomorrow’s final, there will surely be so who won’t hesitate to sacrifice their position in the competition just to target us. Jing Lan, have you finalized the tactics?"
Lin Fu’s words caused a slight change in the expressions of the Flying Team mbers as they understood the implication.
To achieve good results in tomorrow’s finals, sacrifices had to be made.
During the finals, the Flying Team was allowed to reduce its number, but it couldn’t exceed two-thirds; surpassing that would result in gradual loss of points.
They had to thoroughly discuss tactics, decide who would play wingman, who would cover the rear, who would lead the charge, and who would engage in combat; all these required ticulous tactics.
The eting room fell silent.
The atmosphere beca sowhat solemn.
After all, this was a once-in-a-lifeti rookie competition, and no one wanted to be the sacrifice, forfeiting the opportunity to continue.
No one else from the other specializations spoke either.
"Xu Jinglan, you are the captain. It’s your call, you have the final say in the Flying Team," Lin Fu couldn’t stand the oppressive atmosphere and took the initiative to speak.
All mbers of the Flying Team looked toward Xu Jinglan.
A brown-haired girl with short hair stood up voluntarily, her gaze resolute as she looked at Xu Jinglan, "Captain, let cover the rear! My best is the heavy flyers, so I’m the most suitable for the rear."
" too."
"And ."
"Leave the combat to . Captain, your flying skills and speed are the strongest among us, so you should take the lead. We trust you the most."
"Please do it, Captain."
The mbers of the Flying Team scrambled to volunteer for sacrifices, which moved everyone deeply, and a warm current surged in Lin Fu’s heart.
She hadn’t realized that Xu Jinglan’s authority within the Flying Team was already so high.
She felt happy for Xu Jinglan.
"We are a team." Xu Jinglan suddenly stood up, her aura sharply impressive, and with an authority not usually seen, she declared dismissively, "A re rookie competition isn’t enough to push us to our limits."
Everyone glanced sideways.
Usually, having a teammate cover the rear was already considered being pushed to the limit.
Xu Jinglan’s authoritative remark startled everyone and also increased their pressure.
"During the preliminaries, I already took note of all the teams’ combat characteristics. Now, I will explain the tactics."
Xu Jinglan turned and rapidly operated on the floating screen, explaining, "Tomorrow’s final will increase the difficulty level of combat. No one knows which kind of cosmic environnt will be chosen. Based on big data analysis, I have made thirty-five predictions of possible astronomical phenona."
"First, there’s the dense asteroid belt from today’s preliminaries, but showcasing true skill there is not enough unless it’s accompanied by a cyclonic storm. Regarding this..."
"Next up are cyclonic storms... tidal locking... and finally, neutron star explosions, which we really hope won’t occur, as everyone would instantly turn to cosmic ash. However, if it does happen, our only goal will be to survive..."
Xu Jinglan’s ticulous tactics and terrifyingly calm deanor opened everyone’s eyes. Finally, everyone saw why she was ranked first among the new students at the Flight Academy.
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