Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Chapter 461: Ling Lan's Control Type?
Translator: H2dH2mr Editor: H2dH2mr The two combatants were completely oblivious to the situation on the audience and the referees' side. Ling Lan's ingenious timing control caused her opponent, the Tongli mecha operator, to be instantly thrown into disarray. His first reaction was to chase after his opponent — he could not let the opponent widen the distance between them to the optimal long-range range.
However, he was already a step too late. Although he tried his best to make up for it, he found that no matter how hard he tried, the distance between him and his opponent was only getting wider and wider. The difference in speed between the mecha itself left him with no chance at all …
The Tongli mecha operator only chased for a few seconds before realizing this result. He immediately slowed down and began to think about how to deal with the opponent's long-range attacks.
In truth, in a mecha competition, whether it was close-combat or long-range, opportunities were all equal. If a long-range attacker wanted to get a safe distance to launch long-range attacks, he would need to find an opportunity to widen the distance between the two during the competition. Meanwhile, if a close-combat mecha operator did not want to be forced into a passive position by the opponent's long-range attacks, he would need to do his best to prevent the opponent from finding this opportunity right from the start.
And now, the Tongli mecha operator had already lost the initiative. He could only hope that his opponent was as average as their strategist had guessed. That way, he would still have a chance to turn the situation around. Otherwise … the consequences would be hard to predict.
Ling Lan finally pulled the distance between the two of them to the optimal distance for long-range shooting. Without any hesitation, she took out a large firearm from the rack on her back — a long-range beam gun.
Unless one had a special weapon, such as Qiao Ting's ballistic sniper rifle, the standard gun for most long-range mecha was the long-range beam gun. Its specialty was its long range, but its weakness was its somewhat weak lethality. If one wanted to break through the beam shield of a mecha of the same level, one would need to shoot for more than 5 seconds … this was very difficult. Most special-class mecha operators had extremely strong control abilities, and would not easily allow others to shoot for more than 5 seconds.
However, Ling Lan did not mind this. If she wanted a powerful long-range gun, she had plenty of ways to do so. Her main purpose in doing this was to test out her long-range skills. Even if she could not defeat the opponent immediately due to the issue of power, she would not mind.
Ling Lan decisively raised the long-range beam gun on her mecha's arms and aimed it at the opponent who was currently running irregularly to disrupt her shooting.
Based on the opponent's mecha's current speed, she only had three chances to fire. After three shots, the opponent would enter close range, and the long-range targeting function of this long-range beam gun would be rendered useless. By then, if she wanted to shoot again, she would have to rely entirely on instinct.
"Beep!" This indicated that the Beam Lance had successfully locked onto the target. Ling Lan pressed the trigger without hesitation. A strong beam of light shot out from the muzzle and pounced on the opponent.
"Fixed-point shooting?" Ling Lan's action made everyone exclaim. Fixed-point shooting was not some advanced long-range shooting technique, but rather a basic technique that every mecha operator knew. The higher the level of the mecha, the harder it was to see these basic techniques. Most mecha operators believed that these basic techniques were no longer enough to cope with the increasingly difficult mecha battles.
Just as the beam was about to hit the opponent, it suddenly seemed to be refracted and brushed past the mecha. This result was within everyone's expectations. As expected, basic techniques were completely useless in a battle between special-class operators. They could not understand why a participating student from the First Men's Military Academy would use this technique. Could it be that he had really come here just to make himself look good? Was the outstanding control just now just an illusion? Was it just a flash in the pan?
"This isn't irregular running. Instead, it's more like irregular flickering." Her unsuccessful shot did not make Ling Lan feel anxious. Calmly analysing the situation, she could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the opponent's footwork. "Tsk, it's not really irregular flickering. It can only be said that it's somewhere in between the two. The Tongli students aren't bad either, actually beginning to grasp the advanced footwork that only ace operators should be able to grasp. Unfortunately, the ability to lock on is already useless against footwork that has come into contact with irregular flickering. "
"Beep, beep, beep …" Sure enough, the gun lock on notification kept ringing. The Beam Lance had failed to lock onto the opponent, so shooting again would probably be futile.
Ling Lan hesitated for a moment. The opponent took this opportunity to close in a bit more. Ling Lan felt rather vexed. She had originally had two shots, but because of her hesitation, there was only one shot left. If she had hesitated any longer, this last shot would probably have been gone.
Ling Lan was a person who could keep her composure the more she was in danger and the more nervous she was. With only one shot left, she was able to clear all distracting thoughts. She focused all her attention on the opponent. Locking on was already useless — when to shoot would have to depend on her own judgment …
Ling Lan began calculating furiously in her mind — the opponent's mecha's speed, possible routes he could take, as well as the opponent's control habits … only by grasping all these could she predict the opponent's possible landing spot, and that spot would be the spot she needed to shoot.
That's it!
While Ling Lan was still calculating, she felt as if she had seen a shooting spot. Without even thinking, she pulled the trigger …
"Bang!" The beam accurately hit the opponent. The strong suction force of the beam made it difficult for the opponent to fight back for a moment. However, how could a special-class operator's control ability be limited for long? At the fourth second, the opponent forcibly pulled his mecha out of the beam attack range. Although he had managed to break free, because of this attack, the opponent's initially very bright outer shell had already become somewhat dull due to the rapid depletion of the beam shield.
"Awesome!" Their initial disdain was matched by their current excitement — all of the audience began clapping and cheering enthusiastically.
The basic technique fixed-point shooting had successfully hit the opponent — this completely refreshed everyone's understanding. It should be known that in all the previous mecha combat competitions, no one had ever used fixed-point shooting. Even if someone had, no one had succeeded.
For most long-range attackers, in order to maintain their distance from close-range mecha, long-range mecha masters would usually use running and shooting. While running, it was impossible to shoot accurately. Thus, mecha masters would usually use area-of-effect attacks to intercept, or like Qiao Ting, use advanced shooting techniques to seal off the opponent so that the opponent could not evade. They were used to seeing advanced techniques, so when they suddenly saw that basic techniques could also be used in the combat arena, everyone's interest was piqued …
Ling Lan's use of a basic technique to hit the opponent in one shot also made the two imperial operators monitoring the arena nod silently, greatly interested in Ling Lan. To be able to do this proved that Ling Lan had already reached the pinnacle of basic control. Only when one reached the later stages of ace level would one understand the importance of a strong foundation. Unfortunately, even if they wanted to redo it now, it was already useless. Without a solid foundation, their future would end here. Even if they were lucky enough to advance to imperial level, they would still be among the weakest of the imperial level.
This scene caused Ling Xiao to feel proud. His daughter had indeed not disappointed him — she had completely grasped the essence of his legacy mission. Only with a solid and flawless foundation could one build a skyscraper that soared to the skies in the future...
This scene made Lan Luofeng extremely excited. She didn't know anything about the basics. In any case, her precious daughter had hit the opponent. That was the most important thing.
She tugged on Ling Xiao's hand and asked excitedly and somewhat uncertainly, "Lan Lan has hit the opponent. Why isn't the opponent judged to have lost? Why is the match still going on?"
"This shot is not enough to deduct the opponent's points to zero," explained Ling Xiao, feeling pity in his heart. If only there had been just one more second, this match would have been over.
Ling Lan had hit this shot and then seen the opponent escape her beam attack range. Without even putting down her gun, she operated her mecha to abruptly turn and flee.
"Good timing!" One of the imperial operators who had initially been able to maintain his composure in the air could not help but exclaim in amazement when he saw Ling Lan's movements.
"It's still a seamless operation. The transition between the two movements is almost zero," added the other imperial operator in admiration. This unknown brat from the First Men's Military Academy below was impeccable in terms of timing and control, even more accurate than that world-renowned Qiao Ting. Right then, he was somewhat envious of the instructor who had taught this mecha operator. He must have been very proud to have such a student.
What they did not know was that the creation of this aberrant prodigy Ling Lan was not the work of a single person. He had gathered the wealth of experience that Ling Xiao had passed down, the Divine Command techniques of the Divine Command Sect, and the countless trials and tribulations of the learning space to create this prodigy.
At this moment, on the rostrum, even the composed Ling Xiao could not help but cheer loudly in his heart. Ling Lan's control had improved even more compared to a year ago. She already had her own style of operation, but this style was still in its embryonic stage, not yet mature. Once it matured, perhaps his daughter would have a chance to touch the realm of imperial level.
Sensing Ling Xiao's excitement, Lan Luofeng glanced at Ling Xiao quizzically. In Lan Luofeng's eyes, Ling Lan's fleeing movements just now were far less elegant and beautiful than the shot she had fired at the opponent. She had no idea that in the eyes of a top-class mecha master, that series of movements was the embodiment of perfection.
The situation on the field also caused the Tongli students backstage to begin to worry. They found that the opponent they had thought to be a pushover was actually not a pushover at all. In fact, he was actually very difficult to deal with. Right now, they could only hope that their companions on the field would put in a little more effort to catch up to the opponent and then KO him in close-combat to win the match.
They had not considered the possibility that Ling Lan could also be a close-combat expert. He was already so awesome at long-range, if he was even more awesome at close-combat … even though the opponent was operating a balanced mecha, Tongli very ostrichly rejected this conjecture.
Seeing Ling Lan's series of movements, Qiao Ting's face darkened. He found that Ling Lan's existence was precisely to attack him. These long-range basic attacks were even more solid than his own … f * ck, was this still a close-combat operator?
He could not help but turn to look at Zhao Jun and ask, "Is your regiment commander really operating a close-combat mecha?" He must be lying to him, right? In reality, Ling Lan was a long-range expert?
Zhao Jun stared blankly at the large screen. Boss Lan's series of long-range operations had also deeply shocked him. Hearing Qiao Ting's question, he nodded hesitantly and said uncertainly, "He should be. I've never seen him operate any mecha other than close-combat mecha before."
Zhao Jun was a little confused. He really did not know what kind of operator his Boss Lan was. Could it be that Boss Lan was actually a balanced mecha operator? He had just been hiding it all this time? At the thought of this possibility, he shuddered violently. F * ck, this was too scary. A balanced mecha operator's close-combat skills were actually even stronger than close-combat mecha operators like them! How were they supposed to live?
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