Dark Moon Era

Chapter 57: Precise Performance Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

However, it was impossible for any kind of fight not to consume any stamina.

After struggling for a full seven minutes, the giant Leicester silverback bear obviously slowed down. It seemed tired and its stamina was thoroughly exhausted.

While Tang Ling never fought it face-to-face, he was not having an easy time either. Maintaining his condition took a toll on his body.

He panted heavily as two lines of blood dripped from his nostrils. Overusing his Precise Instinct would certainly burden him like this.

Can I hold on for another three minutes? Tang Ling did not dare to slow his movements down or change his posture.

In this seemingly cunning confrontation, he had fully experienced the silverback bear’s intellect. As a matter of fact, he experienced it from the very beginning.

The bear knew how to disguise its goal. When the instructor voiced his conditions at it, the bear’s eyes obviously widened, but it chose to feign ignorance and nonchalance in front of Tang Ling.

That was why Tang Ling was already in his battle-ready position from that moment onwards.

Because of his vigilance and the bear’s lack of understanding of its prey, the cunning giant Leicester silverback bear did not make its move right away.

It was at that moment when two options popped up in Tang Ling’s mind. Firstly, he wanted to use the vigilance of the bear to buy himself more time. Secondly, he wanted to make his move right away, but only with transits that would immobilize the bear and not allow it to recklessly charge forward.

Therefore, Tang Ling feigned being relaxed in front of the king beast. It was a little outrageous but the facts were as such.

As for the following dodges that looked ridiculous? The crowd cackled excitedly as if they were chewing on Blue Jukarta leaves.

Only Tang Ling himself knew how scary and risky the details were.

Even in an enraged state, the bear displayed a high level of intelligence. Every single one of its moves was humane as if it thought it over carefully and not just throw itself left and right in panic.

For example, there was one time when the bear stood in the corner of the cage and was very close to the iron bars. In that position, Tang Ling would not be able to cling on its back anymore, meaning that the only place he could duck to was in front of the bear. The amount of space determined that Tang Ling could never perfectly dodge the strike of its paw and its bite.

He was down to a single choice: standing on top of the bear’s head.

However, the bear’s arms were long enough to reach above its head, so the slightest misstep would allow it to catch him by the leg. Even if it was one leg, it would win.

On top of that, Tang Ling could not hold on to the slippery iron bars to support himself up in the air either. The bear could simply walk away to ditch him completely.

It seemed to be the best choice. If it was not for its high intellect, other normal wild beasts would never have made such a decision.

It also gave Tang Ling’s Precise Instinct a huge challenge to discern when to move his legs, jump up in the air, or cling onto the bear once it walked away.

Therefore, he was nearing his limit as well.

This would be another situation where his Precise Instinct reached its limit even after the slight powerup. In fact, it might even be more exhausting than facing that ferocious snake.

Nevertheless, he could not simply give up the fight to the end!

What remained was a contest of wills.

Both man and bear were still tangling with each other with one trying to ditch the other, and one trying to cling on desperately.

By now, Tang Ling understood that he must do something.

He managed to control his fierce panting, but only barely, as he started to mutter on and off. He controlled his volume carefully to the point that only the bear could hear him. The audience that glued their eyes to the live telecast might be able to hear some mumbling.

In fact, although Tang Ling had more thoughts rolling around in his mind, it was all just to avoid the instructor.

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.