Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Translator: H2dH2mr Editor: H2dH2mr
In the second round, the two mecha on stage were both balanced special-class mecha. Both contestants had participated in single mecha combat competitions before, and had also entered the top 16. The two of them were similar in strength, so it was possible for either of them to win.
The First Men's Military Academy took this match very seriously because if they lost another match, their situation would become very serious. They could not afford to lose the next three matches. The Third Men's Military Academy took this match very seriously. If they won this match, their chances of advancing to the finals would greatly increase … as long as there was a chance, no one would give it up. The Third Men's Military Academy was no different.
Because they were both balanced mecha operators, the audience was already guessing before the match started what type of attack the two of them would choose. Would it be long-range or close combat? Or would it be close combat first and then long-range?
The moment the referee waved the green flag, the two mecha were like tigers released from their cages, fiercely pouncing towards each other.
Both of them chose close combat at the same time!
"Clang!" The weapons in their hands fiercely clashed against each other.
There were two main types of close combat weapons. One was the energy weapon beam saber, and the other was the traditional cold weapon. When the two of them chose close combat, the weapons they chose were actually the same — traditional cold weapons.
At the start of the match, the two mecha unloaded their weapons from their back seats and made a series of movements that dazzled the audience. Many of the audience cheered loudly, praising the amazing speed of the two mecha operators.
Of course, these were all normal audience members. The truly top-class operators were calm. Although the mecha operators on stage were slightly better than normal mecha operators, it was still not enough to amaze the audience. Unless there was someone like Ling Lan who had the ultimate control, only then would they be moved.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! … "
On the stage, the two of them began to attack each other wildly. The loud clangs of cold weapons rang out one after another. This tense scene made all the audience widen their eyes, afraid that they would miss the moment that would decide the outcome of the match if they blinked.
Backstage, Qiao Ting, Ling Lan, and Zhao Jun stood side by side on the right side of the large screen, facing the Third Men's Military Academy on the left side. They stared intently at the scene on the big screen, analyzing the other side's chances of winning.
Staring at the screen for a long time made Zhao Jun's eyes feel a little dry. He retracted his gaze and was about to rest when he saw that Ling Lan beside him was actually resting with her eyes closed. He instantly asked in surprise, "Boss Lan, you're not watching?"
Zhao Jun's question attracted Qiao Ting's attention. Qiao Ting also retracted his gaze and turned to look at Ling Lan, his eyes questioning.
Seeing this, Ling Lan replied indifferently, "It's nothing. I just felt that Commander Mu would win, so I didn't continue watching."
Ling Lan's words made the other members of the Third Men's Military Academy stare angrily at her. They were clearly evenly matched on the field, but that brat actually said that they would lose. They really couldn't take it anymore! If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't fight backstage, they would definitely have rushed up and taught this bluffing brat a lesson.
The members of the Third Men's Military Academy thought angrily. They didn't know that this seemingly cold and unassuming brat was actually a super strong fighter whose physical skills had entered the Domain stage. They probably wouldn't think that way anymore — it could only be said that the ignorant were fearless.
Ling Lan's words made Zhao Jun's eyes light up. In the Lingtian Battle Clan, Ling Lan had never wasted words. If Boss Lan said that they would win, then they would definitely win. (Another person who had been successfully tricked by Ling Lan …)
Ling Lan's explanation, however, made Qiao Ting pause. He glanced suspiciously at Ling Lan, unsure if Ling Lan was just saying this to discourage the opponent, or if she really felt that Mu Shaoyu would win.
Qiao Ting looked dubiously at the big screen. On the field, the two of them were still evenly matched. Anyone could win, and anyone could lose. He really didn't see any signs of Mu Shaoyu winning.
Qiao Ting continued to watch, half-believing and half-doubting. Fifty moves had passed, a hundred moves had passed … when they had exchanged almost a hundred and fifty moves, finally, the opponent made a mistake. Mu Shaoyu did not let go of this opportunity. With a round of strong attacks, he directly beat the opponent to the point where he could only parry and not retaliate.
This scene made Qiao Ting look at Ling Lan in shock. "You really saw through it?"
Ling Lan glanced calmly at Qiao Ting. "How is that possible! I was just saying it casually. "
No matter how heaven-defying her innate talent of Profound Insight was, it was still impossible for her to see through the outcome of the battle before 100 moves. She could only feel that when Mu Shaoyu went up on the field, his whole body was radiating an unyielding fighting spirit. With this spirit, it would be difficult for him to lose even if he wanted to!
Just saying it casually? Boss Lan, you're too irresponsible! Beside them, Zhao Jun instantly burst into tears when he heard this. Mind you, when he heard Ling Lan's words just now, he had really believed it ahhhhhh!
"Just saying it casually is so accurate???" Qiao Ting didn't believe it.
Ling Lan cast a cold glance at Qiao Ting and said mockingly, "Could it be that you want Regiment Commander Mu to lose?"
These words stung Qiao Ting so much that he was rendered speechless. That's right, he couldn't very well diminish his own prestige and say that he had lost! Qiao Ting turned back to look at the big screen in frustration, hating himself internally for being so careless and being duped by Ling Lan!
While the two of them were conversing, the situation on the field had already settled. Mu Shaoyu had launched another round of strong attacks, consecutively hitting the body of the opponent's mecha, directly deducting the opponent's points to zero.
When the referee received the judgement from the panel of judges, he decisively stopped the match. Mu Shaoyu obtained this victory, turning the overall score to 1: 1.
The team commander of the Third Men's Military Academy, who was also the strongest of the five participants, could only shake his head and sigh at the situation, regretting that his teammate had made a mistake that should not have been made, allowing the opponent to seize the opportunity and take the match. Otherwise, the outcome of this match would probably not have been decided until the end of the match.
He glanced at the three people from the First Men's Military Academy who had yet to fight and gritted his teeth. He would be the one to fight in the next match. He hoped that the person sent out by the First Men's Military Academy would not be Qiao Ting …
As the First Men's Military Academy's lineup was very strange, there was no way to find any logic in it, so there was no way to predict the final lineup of the opponent in this match. The reason he had placed himself in the third match was largely because he was betting that the opponent would not send out Qiao Ting in the first three matches. If that was the case, they would be able to directly win all three matches and advance to the finals.
At this thought, the team commander once again sighed internally. If they had won the second match, as long as the person sent out was not Qiao Ting, he would have had the confidence to win the third match!
"Commander, the person sent out by the First Men's Military Academy for the third match has come out. It's Zhao Jun!" The super substitute from the Third Men's Military Academy, who had been paying attention to the First Men's Military Academy and was not sent out to fight, saw Zhao Jun board his mecha for the final 10 minutes of adjustment work. His expression changed slightly, and he immediately alerted the team commander beside him.
"It's actually him!" Hearing this, the team commander's expression also turned serious. Although he was confident that as long as he did not encounter Qiao Ting, he was confident that he could win against the other people, among the remaining four people, Zhao Jun was the one he was most wary of. He had not forgotten that in the single combat match, Zhao Jun had once successfully forced the ace operator Jiang Shaoyu to a draw. Although there was a certain element of luck involved, Zhao Jun's own excellent mecha control skills were also one of the reasons for his success.
If it was that Ling Lan, perhaps he would be easier to deal with! The team commander thought to himself with some regret, but his worry quickly turned into joy. He believed that him going up against Zhao Jun was the most advantageous for the Third Men's Military Academy. As long as he could defeat Zhao Jun, out of the remaining two teammates, no matter which one of them went up against that Ling Lan, they would have a chance of winning.
Although that Ling Lan's basic techniques allowed him to use some new tricks and successfully defeat one opponent after another, these were all because he had taken his opponents by surprise and had caught them off guard. If he had been prepared, would these basic techniques be able to win against advanced techniques? What about those special-class techniques that were one level stronger?
Thinking of this, the team commander's face revealed a trace of a smile. He could almost see the scene of them successfully advancing to the finals. This time, the heavens were undoubtedly on their side in the rankings.
On the other side, when Qiao Ting saw the team commander of the Third Men's Military Academy officially board the plane, his expression changed slightly. "I didn't think it would be him — Zhou Chao-Ling!"
Qiao Ting had a deep impression of Zhou Chao-Ling. The First Men's Military Academy had once had an exchange match with the Third Men's Military Academy. At that time, he had led the Leiting Mecha Clan in a group battle against the mecha clan led by the other. At that time, he had already been a special-class operator for a long time, while Zhou Chao-Ling had just advanced to special-class operator.
Logically speaking, a newly advanced special-class operator would experience instability when operating a special-class mecha, but the other did not have this problem. The stability of his operation was not at all like that of a newly advanced special-class operator; instead, it was very experienced and solid. What was even more unforgettable for Qiao Ting was Zhou Chao-Ling's calmness. Even though he knew that he was no match for Qiao Ting, he did not lose his composure. Throughout the battle, his calm mind allowed him to make almost no mistakes. In the end, if Zhou Chao-Ling's level had not been high enough to accurately determine the attack point of his sure-kill technique, he probably would not have been able to win that exchange match.
To Qiao Ting, if Zhou Chao-Ling had successfully advanced to ace before the Mecha Grand Tournament, then in this Mecha Grand Tournament, the one he would be most wary of would not be Lin Xiao from the First Co-ed Military Academy, but this Zhou Chao-Ling.
Ling Lan saw Qiao Ting's change in expression, and a thought occurred to her. She secretly ordered Little Four to find the detailed information of Zhao Jun's opponent. She quickly skimmed through the information, and when she saw his battle results over the years, her expression slowly turned serious — what a troublesome opponent!
Mu Shaoyu, who had been in a state of excitement all this while, also glanced at Zhou Chao-Ling boarding his mecha in the opposite area. Without a doubt, he would be the third person to fight. Mu Shaoyu's heart sank, and his mood instantly plummeted. He said gloomily, "F * ck, why is it him? Zhao Jun's luck is really too bad. "
A set of information appeared in Mu Shaoyu's mind: Zhou Chao-Ling, special-class operator (peak), ranked fifth in single mecha combat, regiment commander of the Third Men's Military Academy!
"Zhao Jun may not lose." When Qiao Ting said this, he glanced at Ling Lan. His gaze was clearly telling Ling Lan to leave some leeway for her words. Don't make it seem like you know everything and mislead others. It looked like he was still unable to let go of the fact that Mu Shaoyu had been successfully tricked by Ling Lan.
The corners of Ling Lan's lips turned up almost imperceptibly, and her sword-like eyebrows shot up. A strong sense of dominance washed over her, and she said firmly, "Zhao Jun will win!" As Zhao Jun's boss, even if the final result was a crushing defeat, at this moment, she still needed to firmly support her little brother.
As soon as Ling Lan released her aura, Qiao Ting's aura followed suit. The two powerful auras clashed between the two, and Mu Shaoyu, who was in the middle, was forced to take a step back as his expression changed slightly.
He looked at the two evenly matched people before him and felt somewhat disappointed. He had originally thought that Qiao Ting was already a rare prodigy, but unexpectedly, this junior brother who was three years younger than him was not that much weaker than Qiao Ting … Mu Shaoyu believed that with Ling Lan's outstanding operation, there would be no problem for him to advance to ace level in the military academy. The only question was whether he would advance in his fourth year like Qiao Ting, or in his fifth year?
Mu Shaoyu had never considered whether it would be his third year. Mu Shaoyu did not think that anyone could do something that even General Ling Xiao could not do. This once again proved that under the purposeful promotion of the Federation's military, Ling Xiao had already become a legend.
Qiao Ting and Ling Lan were still very rational and restrained. After their auras clashed, they quickly retracted their auras. Meanwhile, at this time, Zhao Jun's battle was about to begin.
On the mecha video feed, Zhao Jun saw that his opponent was Zhou Chao-Ling, and his entire being became excited. Zhao Jun was a person who loved to fight with experts the most. He believed that only by fighting with experts could he improve his strength faster. He was not afraid of losing, believing that failure was the mother of success. As long as he could sum up the experience of these failures, he would one day win them all back. Thus, he could fight fearlessly against an ace operator. Even if he knew he would lose, he would still fight vigorously. Even if he lost, he would still leave something behind for his opponent. This was one of the reasons why he could force Jiang Shaoyu to a draw.
Zhao Jun, Zhou Chao-Ling, and Zhou Chao-Ling were both close-combat special-class operators, so the mecha they operated were close-combat mecha. Everyone knew that this match would definitely be like the second match, an intense close-combat battle. Compared to long-range attacks that were all about techniques and tactics, close-combat combat was undoubtedly much more exciting, and also more able to arouse the audience's passion. Thus, before the match had even begun, the audience in the stands was already excited.
Under the decisive wave of the main referee's green flag, Zhao Jun and Zhou Chao-Ling instantly clashed. At this moment, the calm audience could see the difference between Mu Shaoyu's match and this one. Both were close-combat battles, and both had started with the cold weapons unsheathing from the back of their mounts. Then, when the attacks collided, Zhao Jun and Zhou Chao-Ling had used even less time. Some of the audience with poor dynamic vision could not even see when they had made their moves.
"Clang!" The cold weapons collided with a loud sound, and at the same time, countless sparks flew. That sound almost deafened the audience seated at the front. In true close-combat combat, the frightening clash of strength was not something that a balanced mecha could embody. Only a close-combat mecha could achieve such a level of savagery. Just this one strike had made everyone understand the difference between the two.
"Boom!" The terrifying strength of Zhao Jun and Zhou Chao-Ling, which could tear their opponents apart, made the already excited audience unable to hold themselves back any longer. They shouted excitedly, cheering for the two mecha operators.
"They're neck and neck!" Backstage, Mu Shaoyu, who was staring intently at the big screen, could not help but shout excitedly when he saw this scene. In terms of strength, Zhao Jun had not lost to his opponent.
"Both of them are displaying the maximum strength and control of close-combat mecha. Zhao Jun has not lost!" The seriousness on Qiao Ting's face lessened somewhat. He had been worried that Zhao Jun's control would be weaker than his opponent's by a hair. Now, it looked like he had worried too much.
Ling Lan, on the other hand, frowned slightly. This movement was so slight that no one noticed it, thinking that Ling Lan had maintained that icy expression all this while.
"Boss, you noticed it too? The strength displayed by Zhao Jun's mecha is about 30KN less than the opponent's. " There were all sorts of high-tech equipment in the mecha combat arena. They would collect all the movement data of the two mecha on the field and then transmit it to the referee team to serve as the basis for the referee team's judgment. Meanwhile, Little Four's doppelganger had been hiding there all this time. The moment there was any new information, Little Four would be the first to know.
"What's the strength of both of them?" Ling Lan asked.
"Zhou Chao-Ling: 1857KN. Zhao Jun: 1827KN. Based on the strength formula conversion … after 37 moves, Zhao Jun's mecha arm will show signs of wear and tear due to this slight difference in strength. As the collision deepens, the wear and tear problem will become more and more serious, and in the end, the body of the mecha might be destroyed … "Little Four was very responsible. Not only did he tell Ling Lan the strength values of both of them, he also calculated the problems that would eventually arise from this difference in strength.
"Before the body of the mecha is destroyed, how many moves can it take?" Ling Lan asked.
"In theory, it can take 93 moves at most, but in reality, it might be less than 10 moves," said Little Four uncertainly after some calculations.
"In other words, Zhao Jun only has 83 moves." Ling Lan's expression turned serious. She didn't expect this Zhou Chao-Ling to have hidden his strength so well that he had been overlooked by everyone. In reality, the other party's mecha control skills were only a hair's breadth away from an ace operator's. If Zhao Jun wanted to win, he had to find an opportunity to KO his opponent before the mecha was destroyed, which meant within 83 moves.
Only by KO 'ing his opponent could he win. Even if he had the upper hand within 83 moves, it would be useless. Once Zhao Jun's mecha had a problem, an experienced special-class operator like Zhou Chao-Ling would not let go of this opportunity. Of course, this still required Zhao Jun to discover the problem in time before the mecha was damaged. Otherwise, by the time the mecha's alarm went off, the damage would have already become a fact. No matter how Zhao Jun thought of a solution, it would be useless.
In the field, Zhao Jun, who was clashing fiercely with his opponent, had not noticed this at first. He had always thought that he was evenly matched with his opponent, but as they clashed again and again, Zhao Jun slowly began to feel that something was not right. The two's cold weapons clashed and then bounced back. At first, the distance he had bounced back was about the same as his opponent's, but slowly, the distance gradually increased. By the time they had reached the 50th move, the distance he had bounced back was more than two to three metres.
At this point, what else did Zhao Jun not know? In a clash of strength, he had lost to his opponent. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what had happened when he had been fighting with Boss Lan in close combat.
His heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He immediately ordered the A.I., "Chenguang, quickly check the mecha's condition."
"Clang!" The two of them once again clashed in mid-air. This time, Zhao Jun was bounced back even further. The cold sweat on Zhao Jun's forehead gathered into a small stream and flowed down. He anxiously waited for the A.I.'s response, at the same time preparing for the next clash of strength.
"Beep, check complete. The mecha's right arm, shoulder, elbow, and wrist have all shown varying degrees of damage. The relevant parts of the left arm are also beginning to show similar wear and tear." Finally, after five seconds, his A.I. finally responded. Just as he had expected, the mecha's joints were the first to show signs of wear and tear.
Zhao Jun's heart sank, and he asked, "How many more moves can I hold out for?"
Chenguang's A.I. continued to calculate. This time, it was slightly faster, only taking three seconds. "Theoretically, I can still hold out for about 50 more moves!"
"50 moves, huh? There's still time." Hearing the A.I.'s reply, Zhao Jun's heart settled. Although he was already in a tight spot, the situation was not so bad that he was at the end of his rope. As long as he calmed down a little, he still had a chance.
The average audience had not yet realised that the situation was already disadvantageous for Zhao Jun. They thought that the two of them were still evenly matched, and that the final verdict would probably have to wait until the end of the match for the referee team to calculate the various skill totals before they could make a final decision.
Some of the top-class mecha operators in the arena, however, could see more clearly. In particular, the imperial operators and above could more or less see what was going on. The imperial operator from the Lawless Lands who was monitoring the arena from high up in the air could not help but praise, "I had originally thought that the one with the best basic controls was that Ling Lan. Who would have thought that this Zhou Chao-Ling isn't bad either? His fundamentals are very solid. As long as he doesn't make any mistakes, he will definitely win this match."
His companion was silent. The imperial operator was somewhat surprised and could not help but call out, "Tianxuan, Tianxuan, what's wrong?"
Tianxuan's imperial operator heard his companion's call and immediately replied, "Ren Ji, I just feel that Zhou Chao-Ling's control methods are very familiar. I was just thinking where I saw them." The moment he finished speaking, Tianxuan's imperial operator suddenly thought of something. "Ah, so it's him!"
"Who?" asked the imperial operator known as Ren Ji curiously.
"You haven't seen him before, but you should have heard of his name. Niu Mansion Zhou Yuanqing!"
Ren Ji's eyes lit up. "One of the 28 constellations of the Federation's imperial operators."
Tianxuan's imperial operator's face was full of nostalgia as he said, "Twenty years ago, I heard that he adopted an extremely talented infant. I think that should be this Zhou Chao-Ling. Zhou Chao-Ling, Zhou Chao-Ling … Pfft! "Tianxuan's imperial operator repeated Zhou Chao-Ling's name a few times and then burst into laughter.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this name? I think it's not bad. " Ren Ji's imperial operator was confused by his companion's sudden laughter. He really could not think of what was so funny about this name.
"Niu Mansion Zhou is really full of resentment. He didn't even forget to remind him when naming his child. He must surpass General Ling Xiao!" Tianxuan's imperial operator finally revealed the reason for his laughter. Zhou Yuanqing was someone from Ling Xiao's generation. Just as shockingly talented, just as outstanding, he should have been the focus of everyone's attention. Unfortunately, there was an extra Ling Xiao. That generation was all suppressed by the shockingly talented General Ling Xiao, unable to stand out!
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