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Translator: H2dH2mr Editor: H2dH2mr Ling Lan led the members of Lingtian out of the combat arena. As they passed by the backstage passageway, they heard a burst of cheers. Ling Lan looked over at the sound and saw a group of cadets waiting there. Lin Xiao, who had defeated Jiang Shaoyu, had already walked out of the passageway. He must have been the one who had caused these cheers.
Li Lanfeng, who had been paying attention to Ling Lan, saw that Ling Lan's attention was drawn to the group of cadets and explained, "These people are the contestants from the First Co-ed Military Academy. They should be here to welcome their regiment commander, Lin Xiao."
Ling Lan nodded lightly at this. She naturally knew that these were from the First Co-ed Military Academy because she saw two familiar figures in the crowd — Luo Chao and Han Xuya. However, the two of them were focused on Lin Xiao and did not notice the arrival of Ling Lan and the others.
When Lin Xiao came out, he said something to Luo Chao and the others. With Ling Lan's ability, she naturally heard everything clearly. Lin Xiao said that no one could still strut around after bullying the people from the First Co-ed Military Academy … these words made the First Co-ed Military Academy cadets extremely excited, their eyes filled with respect for Lin Xiao. Even the usually shy Luo Chao looked at Lin Xiao gratefully.
Ling Lan's lips curved upwards. She did not stop, and just like that, she brushed past the people from the First Co-ed Military Academy. In the mindspace, Ling Lan instructed Little Four to help her send a message to Luo Chao.
Luo Chao suddenly felt her wrist vibrate. Raising her hand to look, she saw that there was a message notification. She opened it and looked. Her face flushed red, and a shy sweet smile appeared on her lips.
"Little Sister Luo Chao, you have a good senior!" On the message, there was only one short sentence, but the sender was Ling Lan.
Unexpectedly, Boss Lan, who had always been cold and indifferent, actually cared about her so much! Luo Chao's heart began to ripple. She could not help but think shyly that her many years of crush had finally been reciprocated?
In the afternoon, the competition continued. First up was the third and fourth place match. Zhao Jun and Jiang Shaoyu each operated their own mecha and entered the mecha combat arena.
Jiang Shaoyu still hadn't recovered from the loss in the morning. His concentration wasn't very focused. In his mind, the scene of his battle with Lin Xiao in the morning still appeared. When he thought about how he was KO-ed by Lin Xiao in a six-hit combo, he felt extremely vexed. During lunch, the instructors had already analyzed the reason for his defeat. He had lost in terms of patience. He had not been calm enough and had been a little anxious. That was why he had fallen into Lin Xiao's trap. If he had been calmer and more patient, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
Even now, Jiang Shaoyu was still unable to accept the reality of losing to Lin Xiao. In his mind, only Qiao Ting from the First Men's Military Academy was his match.
The referee waved the green flag down, indicating that the fight between the two had officially begun.
With this swing, Zhao Jun was like a tiger that had been released from a cage. He suddenly pounced toward his opponent who was hundreds of meters away. He put all the power of the engine into his speed and shot toward Jiang Shaoyu in a streak of black light.
Although there were different types of special-class mecha, they were not as extreme as ace mecha. Although special-class mecha were somewhat biased in terms of ability, they were still generally balanced. Thus, when Zhao Jun went all out, his speed was no slower than a close-combat ace mecha. It could even be said that he was a hair faster.
Zhao Jun's move caused the entire audience to gasp in surprise. This was because Zhao Jun had pursued speed and hadn't even activated the necessary beam shield protection. This meant that if he had been careless and taken a shot, a mecha without a beam shield protection would have definitely been KO-ed out of the match. Unfortunately, his opponent, Jiang Shaoyu, had already proven in the morning's match that his long-range attacks were not inferior to his close-combat attacks. Zhao Jun's actions were undoubtedly too reckless …
Just as everyone thought that this match would set the record for the fastest ending in this year's tournament, would it be 10 seconds or 5 seconds? If Zhao Jun was unlucky, it was even possible for the match to end in 3 seconds.
However, everyone soon found that this was not the case. In front of such a great opportunity, Jiang Shaoyu seemed to be stunned, actually not raising his gun in time. By the time he raised his gun, Zhao Jun was already less than 50 metres away from him. Based on the height of the mecha, 50 metres could be covered in two steps.
Only then did Zhao Jun, who had been charging forward bravely as if he was going to die, breathe a sigh of relief. Indeed, as Boss Lan had predicted, Jiang Shaoyu had not focused on him due to his underestimation of him. This had given him a chance to get close to the other.
Zhao Jun was also a close-combat expert. Although he was no match for Jiang Shaoyu in close-combat, compared to long-range attacks, his shoddy shooting ability would definitely be blown to bits by Jiang Shaoyu.
Jiang Shaoyu had been alerted by the warning of his mecha. When he saw it, he broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, he had woken up early. If he had been half a second later, he might have been successfully ambushed by Zhao Jun.
Each and every one of them was so despicable! Jiang Shaoyu was burning with rage. He raised his beam gun abruptly and pulled the trigger at the charging Zhao Jun. Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish.
With this pull, the muzzle of the gun glowed brightly, and a beam of light was about to shoot out. Right at this moment, a long and narrow black sword suddenly stabbed out diagonally, piercing the muzzle of the beam gun.
"Boom!" An explosion rang out, followed by a gust of black smoke. At this time, the two mecha were already facing off against each other. Some of the audience who could see what was going on naturally knew what was going on, while some who could not see clearly were confused, not knowing what had happened. Could it be that Jiang Shaoyu had really hit Zhao Jun?
Just as everyone was wondering, the two mecha suddenly leapt backwards. The two mecha were fully displayed before the audience. Only then did they know where the explosion had come from.
It turned out that Jiang Shaoyu's left arm was now riddled with wounds. Half of the mecha's palm had been sliced off, leaving only a thumb. On the broken section, some exposed wires were still faintly emitting sparks.
The audience gasped again. They had not expected that Zhao Jun's seemingly reckless move would actually succeed in ambushing Jiang Shaoyu. The other's left palm had been reduced to such a state that it was almost impossible for him to hold anything. In other words, Jiang Shaoyu had wasted one of his hands. Because of this, his combat power would be reduced by at least 30%.
Jiang Shaoyu saw that in the upper right corner of the screen, the 100 points representing his score suddenly flipped over rapidly. Jiang Shaoyu knew that his points had been deducted. The other had stabbed the muzzle of the beam gun, preventing the energy from shooting out and causing it to explode within the beam gun. Unfortunately, the beam gun's energy block was completely full. This explosion had directly ignited the energy in the energy block. The force of the explosion was so great that it had wasted the left palm of his mecha.
The score finally slowed down. The 70 points stung Jiang Shaoyu's eyes. He had not expected that his moment of distraction would actually allow the other to successfully ambush him. With one deduction, he had lost a large amount of points, almost losing a third of his total points. This made him feel humiliated. He had actually been injured by a special-class operator. The last thread of rationality in his brain exploded. He wanted to kill the other, he must kill the other … Jiang Shaoyu's eyes began to turn red, and a thick killing intent began to spread out from him.
Zhao Jun's attack had succeeded. He was indescribably excited, and his admiration for Boss Lan grew to the point of prostrating himself on all fours. It turned out that his series of actions had all been guided by Ling Lan. Ling Lan had thought that the other might have underestimated him at the start, as well as the loss he had suffered in the morning, causing him to be unable to focus on the match. If the match had started, using a mecha's theoretical extreme speed to close in on the opponent for a sneak attack would have had a chance of success. Of course, this so-called extreme speed meant that the mecha had given up on everything else and put all its energy into speed …
Zhao Jun had not agreed with Boss Lan's suggestion at the start, thinking that it was too risky. If he had made a mistake in his estimation, he would have been KO'd by the other and be eliminated, becoming the person who had been eliminated in the shortest amount of time in the history of this tournament. That would have been a great loss of face.
Seeing Zhao Jun's apprehension, Ling Lan only said calmly, "If you don't bet, you will definitely lose. If you bet, there is a chance of a draw." Yes, at most it would be a draw. The difference in mecha levels would eliminate any possibility of Zhao Jun winning. No matter how much he schemed, it would only be for a draw.
Ling Lan's words made Zhao Jun think it through. That's right, if he didn't bet, with his strength, even if he resisted with all his might, he would only be able to prolong the time he would lose. He might as well take a gamble. Wouldn't the worst result be a loss?
In reality, when Ling Lan had formulated this plan, she had believed that the success rate could reach 70%. According to Ling Lan, as long as it reached 50%, they could take the gamble. In order to increase the success rate, Ling Lan had even lent her newly bought Firmament to Zhao Jun. Most large swords used by mecha were of the broadsword type, which sought to be steady and heavy, not suitable for some agile attacks. Firmament, on the other hand, was very unique. It was a thin sword and had extremely high toughness, able to do things that a typical broadsword could not.
In order to let Zhao Jun find the best opportunity to intercept, after lunch, Zhao Jun had been dragged by Ling Lan to the mecha combat hall for an emergency training session. The main purpose was to familiarize himself with Firmament. The way to use Firmament was different from a normal large sword. In order to avoid any mistakes, emergency training was necessary.
Zhao Jun's hard work had finally borne fruit, and it was perfect. It should be known that in order to ensure success, Ling Lan and Zhao Jun had analysed Jiang Shaoyu's possible scenarios in detail. They had come up with many countermeasures accordingly, but unexpectedly, none of them had been used in the end.
Right then, Zhao Jun's heart was on fire. He might be able to make history — that was, there was a possibility of a draw between an ace and special-class mecha.
However, Zhao Jun did not have time to think too much about it. Right now, he was fully focused on Jiang Shaoyu, not daring to make any mistakes. Boss Lan had said before that once Jiang Shaoyu was injured, the other would definitely go crazy. It could be predicted that the following attacks would be earth-shattering, and his mission was to endure this round of attacks no matter what. Once Jiang Shaoyu's attacks were not successful and his momentum dropped, that would be his chance.
Sure enough, Zhao Jun was greeted with a barrage of attacks. The enraged Jiang Shaoyu only wanted to kill the other. In addition to the level suppression, Jiang Shaoyu did not choose to use so-called technical attacks. Instead, he relied on the brute force of his mecha to throw out punch after punch. Zhao Jun desperately defended his most important body parts, slowly being forced back by the other. He stared bitterly at his slowly decreasing points, sweat flowing uncontrollably from his forehead...
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