Chapter 57 - Precise Performance Part 3 (2/2)

The strong that stood out would always be targeted first.

Moreover, he was being bullied by the instructor.

“Hey, man, do you think you can really be free after playing such a tiring game with me? Do you even understand, human? Do you think we will keep our promises? Just look at you. Your pride as the great silverback bear is insulted today. I know I’m being an ass, or why don’t I go along with your pace and make you look a little more competent?”

Those several simple sentences almost took up a minute while Tang Ling was dodging and panting. Neither did he expect the bear to understand him fully, nor did he have the confidence to persuade it. It would be rather absurd if he could.

All he wanted to tell the bear was to save its strength and simply play along to muddle through the clock.

After informing the bear that he would play along, Tang Ling purposely slowed his movements a little to make it look like he was not as precise as before.

As a result, the bear’s claw was able to touch him and one of the sharp ends scratched Tang Ling’s calf.

It was the mark of sincerity that Tang Ling wanted to show to the bear.

Moreover, he could not afford to risk exposing his Precise Instinct. If he kept on performing his perfect dodges, it would attract tremendous suspicion.

Even judging a situation with foresight was not as precise as his Precise Instinct that could do no wrong.

Tang Ling’s prolonged thoughts seemed a little effective.

The silverback bear did not fall under Tang Ling’s persuasion due to its hatred for him, but its suspicion was piqued. It started to get distracted, and it would look at the instructor from time to time. Its suspicious gaze was coupled with a heavy growl sometimes.

“Motherf*cker!” The word was squeezed out of the instructor’s gnashing teeth. After all, no one would feel safe when they were being questioned by a bear.

It seems like this little rascal has noticed something. He seems to be whispering to the bear, but I can’t hear anything clearly.

With that thought in mind, the instructor’s mood started to get somber. Tang Ling’s performance seemed a little wicked although such trickery was not part of his strength but his battle knowledge.

The same thought was shared among the deputy speaker, Fei Long, Alan and some of the Purple Moon Warriors.

No matter how strong a person could be, battle knowledge that consisted of battle instinct, battle consciousness, and battle tactics were utterly precious.

Therefore, when Tang Ling was injured by the bear, somehow everyone heaved a breath of relief.

Safety Sector No. 17 naturally preferred geniuses, but not so much of this kind of battle knowledge that reflected one’s intelligence to a certain extent. Would a smart person be easy to control?

Therefore, Tang Ling was trying to make up for it.

After the first scratch, he started to make more mistakes and get hurt.

Although none of those were lethal, it also clearly stated that he relied a lot on the so-called judging beforehand to skillfully dodge the attacks like a genius and not some wicked presence. As a result, it would be fine.

Of course, because the time was almost up, Tang Ling decided to take some hits.

If it were not for the disgusting giant Leicester silverback bear, why would he risk exposing himself to this extent?

Therefore, Tang Ling started to ‘barely’ survive every second and moved a lot more clumsily. The distraction of the bear also slightly gave him a little window to breathe.

However, the burden from his Precise Instinct was still heavy, not because of the mistakes that he really made, but because feigning mistakes strained him even more.

Fortunately, time was up.