Yun Ruoxi suddenly remembered.
Because the Lulu Tribe’s home planet was extremely dangerous, they had evolved an exceptionally sharp observational ability, highly sensitive to easily reading others’ micro-expressions and subconscious movements.
But because of this, when faced with complex or unusual situations, they easily fell into overthinking, triggering internal conflicts between the left and right brain, playing out various scenarios of self-persuasion or self-induced fear.
This reaction was originally coded in the Lulu Tribe’s genes to ensure the tribe would not be completely wiped out by unknown threats.
However, during humanity’s expansion period, the Human Empire discovered them.
Since the Lulu Tribe’s planet was rich in valuable resources, with human assistance, the Lulu Tribe leapt from a primitive society into the interstellar era within a mere century.
And this instinctive reaction, which should have faded away over long evolution, was preserved.
Because this phenomenon closely resembled Earth cats being startled by cucumbers, and after gene sequencing, it was found that the Lulu Tribe indeed shared certain genetic links with cats, the first humans to contact the Lulu Tribe jokingly named this reaction the “Cat-Cucumber Response.”
Right now, contestant 0003 was very likely experiencing the full force of her Lulu bloodline awakening.
In fact, the Lulu Tribe was well aware of the deadly nature of the “Cat-Cucumber Response” in the interstellar age and had long tried to improve it through genetic technology.
But it seemed that this contestant was a Mei Shao Nu who perfectly matched Lulu aesthetic standards, plus this was the Six Strong Tournament stage.
Under the double pressure of beauty and examination, 0003’s rare Cat-Cucumber Response wasn’t all that surprising.
If that was the case…….perhaps without using 【Super Sensitive Perception】, she still had a chance to defeat her opponent.
Yun Ruoxi’s thoughts flashed by in an instant as Instructor Behemoth’s command to officially start the Six Strong Tournament was given.
All three arenas erupted into simultaneous combat!
Trainees in the audience could switch viewing angles freely on virtual screens according to their preference, even watching all three matches at once.
But viewers watching the Anime had no such freedom.
They could only watch wherever the Anime cameras switched to.
Fortunately, the Anime’s camera work was top-notch and never missed any exciting moments.
In the third arena, the moment the command was issued, Yun Ruoxi squinted slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she took a step forward.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
0003 suddenly retreated two steps, lowering her body, raising her hands, and “swish”—revealing sharp claws.
Why was she smiling as she approached?
Was she planning a sneak attack the moment she tempted her with her beauty? Or simply trying to show goodwill?
Or had she fallen in love with her?
Damn it, pretty women really are deceivers. A bead of cold sweat the size of a bean dripped from 0003’s forehead.
“Is it really that stressful? Xiao Xi just smiled and took a step, and he’s already sweating.”
“Is that sweat? Turns out it’s pee!”
“Hakimi is like that—cowardly and afraid of trouble, so he breathes heavily.”
“Probably his defenses were shattered by beauty. If Xiao Xi smiled at me like that, I’d probably be the same.”
“Well, you really are repressed. If it were me, I’d just drop to my knees and call for my mom.”
Yun Ruoxi, now desensitized to the barrage of comments, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth at these outrageous remarks.
Unexpectedly, this small gesture was still caught by 0003, who was so startled she immediately flipped backward on the spot.
Twitch the corner of her mouth… what did that mean?
Did she look down on me? Think she could easily defeat me? Or did she find my reaction ridiculous?!
0003’s brain raced, her cheeks visibly flushing red.
Swish!
Suddenly, Yun Ruoxi moved.
She lunged forward, forming her fingers into Feng Eye Fist, striking at 0003’s waist and chest with a barrage of blows at an astonishing speed.
Captured by the Anime cameras, her punches blurred with afterimages.
Compared to her fight with Lin Zhen, this was more than twice as fast, giving the audience a clear sense of how much she had held back before.
After failing with the beauty attack, was she switching to brute force…?
0003’s expression stiffened, his diamond-shaped pupils contracting sharply.
But… she was really fast!
Her speed was now almost on par with his. Regardless of appearance, this woman was indeed a formidable opponent capable of defeating him head-on.
Then why did she use her beauty to tempt me earlier?
Wait—
When did the attack get so close?!
0003’s CPU was nearly overwhelmed by overthinking until the gust of wind from the punches hit his face, jolting him awake. His cat ears instantly perked up like antennas!
Fortunately, he was fast enough to still dodge at such close range.
But just as he prepared to retreat,
0003 suddenly noticed Yun Ruoxi subtly shifting her weight onto her right foot, an unnatural twitch in the muscles along her back.
This completely contradicted the usual logic of this move’s power generation—it would only reduce speed and power.
It was like trying to trip yourself with the opposite foot, which even the worst fighters wouldn’t do in combat.
Unless… this was a sign of a feint!
The current attack was a fake; the real finishing move was coming next!
0003 snapped his head up,
just catching the fleeting “smug” gleam in Yun Ruoxi’s eyes.
A gleam of sharp light flickered in his own eyes, and his heart steadied: as expected, everything was within my calculations…
His thoughts abruptly halted.
Slow-motion captured the slight curl of 0003’s lips.
His expression seemed smug.
But the next moment, a sharply defined fist whistled in from off-screen and slammed heavily into his right cheek!
Like a drop of water falling into a still lake, 0003’s cheek caved inward in rippling waves.
His raised smile and confident expression instantly twisted, even his cat ears drooping under the force.
Then the camera returned to normal speed.
0003’s feet left the ground as he spun backward through the air like a wound-up toy, finally crashing hard outside the arena with a “thud,” exploding into a cluster of light particles that dissipated without a trace.
Because of the special status of both fighters, their battle attracted much attention, second only to the first arena.
Everyone expected a hard-fought, unforgettable peak battle — both were visibly trained in the same fighting style.
Maybe they could even learn a lot from the match.
But now, less than ten seconds after the start, you’re telling me it’s over?
The mighty 0003 was knocked out like a wooden stake, completely unresponsive, sent flying off the stage by 2195’s single punch?
What kind of new training camp joke was this?
If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes and only heard secondhand, no one would believe what just happened.
Because it was just too absurd!
What do you mean 2195 one-punched 0003 to death?
Haha, brother, you must have been in the Training Space too long and your mind’s gone crazy!
This is 0003—one of the camp’s top three strongest!