Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
Qiao Ting wanted to increase the distance between them and enter long-range attack mode. However, Lin Xiao, who had studied Qiao Ting deeply, did not want to let him do as he wished. As soon as Qiao Ting moved, Lin Xiao reacted quickly and moved as well. Of course, he was not retreating, but advancing. His speed was not much slower than Qiao Ting's.
Lin Xiao's long-range attacks were also very strong and he could engage in long-range combat with Qiao Ting. At that time, even if he could not win, he would at least be able to maintain an undefeated status until the end of the match. In the end, the remaining points would decide the final victor. However, with this choice, Lin Xiao knew that his chances of winning were not high. Playing long-range in front of an opponent whose long-range skills surpassed his — in the eyes of the referee, the victor would be decided immediately. Without question, the victor would be Qiao Ting.
Of all the contestants who had reached the finals, there was not a single one who did not want to reach the top. No one would choose a result that they knew would lead to defeat. Similarly, Lin Xiao did not want to either. In the afternoon, he had repeatedly discussed with the instructors, and they all agreed that long-range combat did not stand a chance.
The fact that Qiao Ting specialized in long-range combat was no secret. His close combat skills could only be said to be not bad, but compared to an expert who specialized in close combat, it was nothing to look at. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao's close combat ability was comparable to a mecha master who specialized in close combat. In close combat, Lin Xiao believed that Qiao Ting would definitely not be a match for him.
And the key was whether they could engage in close combat. Just like how Qiao Ting's victory depended on whether he could increase the distance between them and launch long-range attacks.
Both of their goals were very clear — one wanted to attack from afar, while the other wanted to engage in close combat. This caused the two of them to enter a stalemate, with one retreating rapidly while the other pursued madly. Originally, Qiao Ting's long-range mecha had a certain advantage in speed, but Lin Xiao's mecha just so happened to have undergone some modifications in speed. This caused Qiao Ting to be unable to shake off the other for the time being. The two of them circled around the arena four or five times, but still could not break this stalemate. Neither could do anything to the other.
On the sixth lap, Qiao Ting sighed in his heart. Sure enough, this Lin Xiao was not easy to deal with, but he had long been prepared for this situation … As he flew, he took out a small but powerful gun from the back of his waist and aimed it at Lin Xiao, who was desperately chasing after him.
The beam handgun was a standard weapon of close combat mecha. Its range was extremely short, and it was only suitable for short range attacks. It could barely be used at mid range, and it was completely useless at long range. It was a gun so ordinary that it was easily overlooked, but at this moment, Lin Xiao was caught between a rock and a hard place.
This was because the distance between him and Qiao Ting just so happened to be the optimal shooting range for this beam handgun. The shooting range of a beam handgun was short, but its power was not bad. In particular, beam handguns that were exclusive to ace mecha were extraordinarily powerful. As long as one was continuously shot for 3 seconds, it would be able to break through the protection of a beam shield and leave a scar on the mecha. If it was continuously shot for 6 seconds or more, it would cause irreparable damage to the mecha.
"F * ck, why is a long-range attacker equipped with a close-combat mech's soy sauce gun?" Lin Xiao was caught off guard. He had never imagined that Qiao Ting would have such a weapon. This was also the reason why he had dared to chase after him … he could not understand why this close-combat weapon, a beam handgun that even he did not place much importance on, would become the weapon that the long-range operator Qiao Ting had chosen to equip before the match.
It should be known that in a mecha combat competition, whether it was individual or group, the weapons equipped on the mecha were all unknown before the contestants appeared on stage. Only in the last 10 minutes would the contestants decide on the final weapon to equip, and the staff would then finish equipping the weapons within 10 minutes. In other words, this beam handgun of Qiao Ting's had never appeared in any of the battle plans that Lin Xiao had simulated.
Advance or retreat? Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and pushed his engine forward, all the way to the finish line. With this maneuver, the mecha's speed increased explosively once more. With a swoosh, it pounced towards Qiao Ting ahead.
Lin Xiao chose to advance, because he knew very well that if he retreated, he would have no chance of becoming the champion. He was unwilling to accept this result, so he decided to give it a try.
The moment Lin Xiao's mecha's speed increased, he once again closed the distance between him and Qiao Ting. However, this speed was overloaded and could not be maintained for long. He needed to close in on Qiao Ting before his engine reached its limit, or else what awaited him would still be defeat …
Right then, Qiao Ting finally pulled the trigger, and a beam of light shot straight at Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao calmly waved his fingers. Under his full concentration, Lin Xiao's hand speed had also reached its limit. Under his control, his mecha began to flicker up and down, left and right, without any pattern to speak of. This was the irregular flicker that only ace operators could master. However, Lin Xiao was still not proficient in using it, so sometimes, when he flickered, some traces of his movements would still be revealed.
The irregular flicker made it impossible for Qiao Ting to grasp the direction of Lin Xiao's flicker, and his beam shots all missed. Meanwhile, Lin Xiao had once again closed the distance between him and Qiao Ting. Seeing this, Qiao Ting's brow furrowed slightly. He suddenly changed his shooting method, and the hand that had been pulling the trigger began to stutter.
At this time, the beam was no longer a single beam of light, but a cluster of light bullets. Qiao Ting's hand speed had also reached its limit, and within a few seconds, the energy in his beam handgun had been completely depleted. However, the results were very obvious. A huge net of beam bullets instantly appeared in the air. Front and back, left and right, from different directions, but at almost the same speed, they all rushed towards Lin Xiao — he did not give Lin Xiao any space to dodge. Lin Xiao could either retreat, or use the mecha's beam shield defence to take these attacks head on.
No, it should be said that Qiao Ting's goal was to let Lin Xiao take this barrage of attacks head-on, because Qiao Ting knew that Lin Xiao would not choose to retreat. He had no other choice.
Sure enough, Lin Xiao instantly activated his beam shield's power. His mecha plunged right into the barrage of light bullets, and with a series of 'pu pu pu' sounds, the initially brilliant beam shield instantly dimmed …
A beam shield needed one second to replenish its energy after expending it. This was also why Lin Xiao dared to take the attacks head-on. As long as the beam shield was not broken through instantly, no matter how much energy the beam shield had expended, the beam shield would return to normal in the next second. And within this one second, Qiao Ting would not be able to take any more shots, because the energy in the opponent's gun had already been depleted.
Lin Xiao knew the nature of a beam shield, and so did Qiao Ting. Qiao Ting had been willing to expend all his energy to create a barrage of light bullets, so how could he not attack? It should be said that that seemingly useless beam barrage had already achieved his goal.
When the beam bullets hit Lin Xiao, Qiao Ting operated his mecha's left hand to slam down on an ejection device at the waist of his mecha. An energy storage unit placed at his waist was ejected, and at the same time, his mecha's right pinky finger nimbly swiped over a button below the handle, and the already depleted energy storage unit suddenly fell …
The mecha's right hand pushed the handgun downwards, and the ejected energy storage unit accurately entered the handle. His mecha's left hand followed up, slapping down on the end of the handgun. With a click, the energy storage unit was locked in place.
In less than a second, Qiao Ting had completed the task of replacing the handgun's energy storage unit. This series of clean, smooth movements caused the audience to gasp uncontrollably. Without a doubt, this move of Qiao Ting's was very skillful. On the battlefield, this move could even allow him to live longer than others.
After replacing the energy storage unit, Qiao Ting pulled the trigger without hesitation. Another barrage of beam bullets flew towards Lin Xiao, who had not yet fully recovered from the explosion.
"Godd * mmit! We've been tricked! " Seeing this, the students of the First Co-ed Military Academy instantly pounded their fists in frustration. At this moment, everyone understood why Qiao Ting had expended energy to create the beam barrage. He was forcing Lin Xiao to retreat …
At this moment, Lin Xiao also knew that he had lost the upper hand. In fact, from the moment he had underestimated the beam handgun, he had already been forced into a passive position. It was just that he had refused to admit defeat, which was why he had stepped step by step into Qiao Ting's trap. He could only choose to retreat, leaving the attack range of the beam barrage. The beam barrage finally hit the ground, and a series of 'pu pu pu' sounds rang out, kicking up a great deal of dust. By the time everything had settled, the ground was already full of potholes.
Meanwhile, Lin Xiao's retreat allowed Qiao Ting to once again increase the distance between them. By the time Lin Xiao dodged the beam barrage and increased his speed to give chase, Qiao Ting had already gained the distance he wanted.
With a 'click', Qiao Ting's mecha's left hand retrieved a long, large gun from its back rack. This was his exclusive gun — a ballistic sniper rifle, and also the key weapon he needed to win this match. At the same time, his mecha's right hand pushed the beam handgun back into its holster at his waist.
Qiao Ting's mecha's left hand flung out forcefully, and the entire large gun flew up. Qiao Ting's mecha immediately flew up, and with a clap, he held the large gun in front and back with both hands, resting the butt of the gun on his shoulder as he aimed it at the distant Lin Xiao.
The appearance of this gun caused Lin Xiao's expression to change drastically. He had tried so hard to guard against this gun, but in the end, this gun had still appeared.
Lin Xiao smiled wryly internally, but he still operated his mecha to rush forward. No matter what, he had to catch up, because as long as he was within 500 metres, the ballistic sniper rifle would lose its power, and he would still have a chance.
However, how could Qiao Ting, who had already gotten what he wanted, let Lin Xiao get what he wanted? Hefting the ballistic sniper rifle, he aimed it at Lin Xiao and calmly pulled the trigger. Almost without pause, he fired three consecutive shots.
Qiao Ting's speed from aiming to shooting was so fast that Lin Xiao was stunned and caught off guard. Although Qiao Ting's information was known to be a long-range mecha operator, his most secret was not known to the world — his innate talent, instant lock. Thus, everyone who had fought with Qiao Ting before would be stunned by his super-fast sniping speed.
Could it be that Qiao Ting had fired these three shots blindly? This was Lin Xiao's first reaction, but he instantly rejected it. Qiao Ting had been able to advance to ace level in his fourth year — how could such an outstanding character make such a low-level mistake?
Lin Xiao did not believe it, and the audience did not believe it either. In reality, their judgement was correct. Qiao Ting had indeed not fired these three shots blindly. As the three shots closed in, Lin Xiao deeply felt this.
Thus, he was once again faced with a dilemma that required him to make a final choice!
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