Hearing Lin Jingjing's words, Cyril retorted indignantly, "My spiritual power is 1S! How could a piece of trash like you possibly compare to me!"
"I've held the number two spot at the military academy for years. How could I possibly lose to a good-for-nothing like you!"
Lin Jingjing was speechless. 'I thought he was number one at the academy every year, but it turns out he's just number two.'
'But what's there to be so arrogant about being a perpetual runner-up? Isn't there always someone better keeping him down?'
'It's nothing to brag about.'
The four people outside the arena couldn't help but shake their heads at Cyril's words. Back in their military compound, Sister Lin was absurdly powerful.
She was the definition of a six-sided warrior—academics, shooting, fighting, physical fitness, crafts, you name it. If she set her mind to learning something, she was guaranteed to be the best.
