g the excellent show unfold. Rarely anything would be able to pique Zhang Jin's interest as w.a.n.g Tong could. She always wondered what this boy would bring to the world with his power.

Ma Xiaoru hopped up and down in excitement, while Li Ruoer was trying to hold back her excitement after seeing w.a.n.g Tong's Art of the Soaring Heaven. It was clear to her that both w.a.n.g Tong and Flash had already reached the pinnacle of the fleet combat.

Although the fleet combat was not as visceral as METAL combat, watching it was no less entertaining nor less suspenseful to the viewers.

For the first time, Li Ruoer found that w.a.n.g Tong's manliness was attractive.

Ma Xiaoru waited for w.a.n.g Tong's third victory in joyful antic.i.p.ation; one more round and she would be able to see w.a.n.g-lovely-Tong in person.

Meanwhile, Flash shut himself inside the resting room, eyes closed. He knew he had arrived at the most critical moment, and without a calm mind, he would lose all that he had earned.

He simply could not afford to lose at this stage.

Everyone knew him as the genius of the fleet combat, but no one knew his story.

His mother's illness had struck a devastating blow to his family. To pay the medical bill, Flash had worked part-time, but that wasn't enough. So eventually, he got involved in more risky business: underground gambling, so that he could barely make ends meet.

When Capth decided to recruit him, everyone thought it was a good thing for the boy. However, the first thought that popped into his mind were questions such as how he would be able to afford the tuition, and who would take care of his bed-bound mother.

He dreamed of studying at Capth. However, students were forbidden to partake in any underground activities.

When Flash was about to reject Capth's offer, someone he thought he would never be a.s.sociated with had shown up and turned his situation around.

That person never asked Flash for anything in return, until recently, when he had suggested Flash repay his doubt by winning the tournament. That had been the first time he ever made a request, and it was a request that Flash found hard pressed to leave unfulfilled.

The resting room remained silent as Flash sc.r.a.pped his mind for any method of defeating w.a.n.g Tong.

"There must be a weak link, must be!" He reminded himself.

In an urgent care unit of an A cla.s.s hospital somewhere on Earth, a middle-aged woman watched the TV screen expectantly.

The referee announced the start of the fourth round. Winning this round meant that w.a.n.g Tong would be able to see Ma Xiaoru.

Seeing that w.a.n.g Tong had mastered both the defensive and the offensive tactics, everyone thought that Flash stood no chance against the Ultimate Weapon of Earthlings.

Flash showed up just in time. He seemed calm as usual, although some had noticed a glint flicker in his eyes.

"Battle ... Start!"

People noticed that w.a.n.g Tong's opening tactic was still the Art of the Souring Heaven.

What would Flash do? The suspense was unbearable.

w.a.n.g Tong laid his strategy under plain view, and wished that Flash would be able to catch the flaw in his tactics that he had failed to notice.

"w.a.n.g Tong has used the Art of Soaring Heaven again. And Flash...Ah ... Flash... Flash has also used the Art of the Soaring Heaven! Am I really seeing this? Is he going to keep up with w.a.n.g Tong's micro?"

Everyone's breath was caught in their throats. It was well known that the Art of the Soaring Heaven was extremely difficult to pull off, as it required flawless execution and an insane amount of AMP, something that Flash was not well known for.

"I have to say that Flash's choice does make some sense."

In a few moments, both w.a.n.g Tong and Flash had popped an a.s.sault s.h.i.+p from their star ports simultaneously. Knowing that he would lose a confrontation in a heartbeat, Flash circled his s.h.i.+p around w.a.n.g Tong's base, as if he were trying to drag out the early phase of the game.