Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
At this time, Ling Xiao, who was sitting on the rostrum, also found something familiar from Zhou Chao-Ling's control methods. A nostalgic smile appeared on his lips. Who would have thought that the opponent who had always been at odds with him would also have a descendant? Even more unexpected was the fact that their rivalry from back then would reappear 20 years later.
Although Ling Lan and Zhou Chao-Ling had not actually fought against each other like they did, Ling Lan had become the team leader of the First Men's Military Academy just like him, while Zhou Chao-Ling had also inherited his father's role and become the team leader of the Third Men's Military Academy. Each of them fought for the glory of their respective military academies!
"Looks like Lan'er's teammates are going to have some trouble," Ling Xiao thought to himself.
Ling Xiao knew very well that no matter how many dazzling advanced techniques a mecha master used, the pressure they gave their opponents would not be as great as the kind of pressure a mecha master could give when each of his simple movements were impeccable. Whether it was Zhou Yuanqing or Zhou Chao-Ling, they were both people with this type of control style. Back then, Zhou Yuanqing had indeed given Ling Xiao quite a bit of trouble. Even now, Ling Xiao did not want to fight against Zhou Yuanqing again.
In reality, Ling Xiao also belonged to this type of control style. It was just that Zhou Yuanqing walked the path of simplicity, cleanliness, and practicality, while Ling Xiao leaned more towards perfection like flowing clouds and flowing water. Ling Lan was also influenced by Ling Xiao, her control style leaning towards this type of control style.
On the field, Zhao Jun and Zhou Chao-Ling's movements were both very fast and fierce. In an extremely short amount of time, they had exchanged another 5 or 6 moves. Zhao Jun still could not think of any way to turn around his disadvantage.
"How annoying!" It was not that Zhao Jun did not want to change his moves, but his opponent did not give him the chance. Just as he was about to change, the opponent would pounce on him. If he did not want to be in a passive position, he could not dodge. Even if he knew that there was a problem in meeting the opponent head on, he still had to grit his teeth and fight.
"Beep beep beep!" The A.I. of Zhao Jun's mecha once again beeped, "Right arm joint damage increased by 0.7%! Accumulated damage increased to 5.6%! "
From the original 0.3%, as the movement increased, the damage also increased. It was estimated that when the damage exceeded 10%, the damage would be even faster. He did not have much time left. Zhao Jun understood that if he continued to be dragged down by the other party, he would really lose.
"What should we do? What should we do? " Zhao Jun's mind was a jumbled mess. The opponent was clearly not that strong, and his mecha piloting was also very stable. Although the techniques he was using were also some high-level techniques, they were not like Qiao Ting and Lin Xiao's, which dazzled and envied the eyes of others. There were even some techniques and movements that he could not match up to... but it was these unremarkable high-level techniques and unremarkable mecha controls that were able to slowly break down his mecha bit by bit, causing him to fall into a predicament?
"Why does this situation feel so familiar to me? Zhao Jun, don't worry. Think about it slowly. You still have time! " Zhao Jun kept feeling as if something was about to pop out of his mind, but because of the tension, he couldn't grasp it …
"Clang!" Once again, the weapons clashed. Perhaps because Zhao Jun's mind was distracted, his reaction was a little slow — the place where the cold weapons clashed was not the place where he had exerted the most force. After the two collided violently, Zhao Jun was sent flying another two to three metres further than before …
"Zhao Jun, what are you thinking about?" A cold snort exploded in Zhao Jun's mind.
On the rostrum, Ling Xiao, who had been leaning lightly against the back of his chair, abruptly sat up straight. A burst of spiritual power was sent out in an instant, and then retracted in the next instant. At that moment, his back was already drenched in cold sweat. Ling Xiao had not expected Ling Lan to be so daring. In the Mecha Grand Tournament where countless experts were present, she had actually sent out a spiritual attack towards her own teammate …
Fortunately, it seemed that he was the only one present who had sensed it, and he had also followed Ling Lan's spiritual attack to compensate for it. Even if someone had been alert, they would still have mistakenly thought that he had done it … although, this would damage his image somewhat. After all, this action would be suspected of cheating. Still, compared to his daughter being discovered, Ling Xiao would rather be branded with this sort of disreputable label.
Sure enough, his daughter was here to collect her debt! Ling Xiao sighed, but he gladly endured it.
Beside him, Lan Luofeng sensed Ling Xiao's strange movements, and she turned her head to cast a questioning look at him. Seeing this, Ling Xiao gently squeezed Lan Luofeng's hand. Lan Luofeng understood and knew that this was not the time to ask questions, so she smiled and turned her head back to continue watching the match.
On this side, Ling Xiao had decisively smoothed out Ling Lan's tail. On the other side, after Ling Lan had sent out a spiritual attack, her face had turned pale. In order to break through the cockpit's protection, Ling Lan's spiritual attack had used up almost 90% of her spiritual power.
"Zhao Jun, it's up to you now!" Ling Lan said quietly.
Due to a control error, Zhao Jun had been sent flying too far away from his opponent. In this situation, even some of the normal audience members could see that something was wrong with him.
"Just now, I didn't see wrongly, right? Zhao Jun was at a disadvantage?" The audience could not help but rub their eyes. They could not believe it. This Zhao Jun was someone who had forced the ace operator Jiang Shaoyu to a draw. He could even force an ace operator to a draw, but he actually could not win against a special-class operator? Or was it that this special-class operator was different?
Some of the anxious audience members were puzzled by this point. They immediately flipped through Zhou Chao-Ling's information and found that he was actually ranked fifth in the single combat competition, only one spot behind Zhao Jun …
Dear, just how inconspicuous and low-key are you? How could they overlook the excellent results of being ranked fifth? When the audience saw this information, their faces were filled with disbelief. They had never thought that there would be such a top-notch master hidden right under their noses. He was even stronger than Zhao Jun, whom they had thought to be the strongest special-class operator in the world.
They then found Zhou Chao-Ling's information in the single mecha combat competition and found out that he had lost to the academy's number one, Qiao Ting. When they found out that he had lost to the academy's number one, they could only sigh inwardly at the other's bad luck. If he had been like Zhao Jun and had been ranked in the area where there were no ace operators, perhaps the outcome would have been different. Whether or not Zhao Jun would have been able to get third place in the single combat competition was still uncertain.
This scene of Zhao Jun's mistake also caused a different atmosphere to appear in the two military academies backstage. The Third Men's Military Academy was of course overjoyed. If their regiment commander defeated Zhao Jun, then as long as they defeated that Ling Lan, they would be able to advance to the finals. Who said that the Third Men's Military Academy was just a study companion? As long as their average strength was strong, so what if the opponent had an ace operator? So what if the opponent had the academy's number one?
Of the three people from the First Men's Military Academy who were paying close attention to the battle, other than Ling Lan who was still as cool as ever, Qiao Ting and Mu Shaoyu's expressions had turned extremely grave because of this scene. Mu Shaoyu was even more restless as he rubbed his hands together and asked Qiao Ting somewhat uneasily, "Is there really no way to help Zhao Jun?"
Qiao Ting did not answer, but his furrowed brow showed that he was not optimistic about Zhao Jun's chances. Zhao Jun was an extremely cautious person. It was almost impossible for him to make a mistake … but Qiao Ting felt that it would be very difficult for Zhao Jun to extricate himself from this predicament with just his individual strength.
Not getting a reply from Qiao Ting, Mu Shaoyu's gaze involuntarily turned towards Ling Lan, hoping that Ling Lan could give him some confidence. After all, Zhao Jun was now a member of Lingtian. Mu Shaoyu, who only wanted to be reassured, ignored Ling Lan's somewhat abnormal paleness, which made Ling Lan appear even colder.
Sensing Mu Shaoyu's gaze, Ling Lan's initially half-closed eyes opened and she said calmly, "Zhao Jun, there's still a chance!"
She had already done what she needed to do — the seed had already been planted. Whether or not it would sprout successfully because of this battle would all depend on whether Zhao Jun could comprehend it or not.
Ling Lan's words reassured Mu Shaoyu, and he continued to look intently at the large screen. Right then, Mu Shaoyu still had not noticed why he could feel reassured just because of Ling Lan's words. Unknowingly, he had already acknowledged Ling Lan's position and invested his trust in her.
Right then, Zhao Jun's vision blurred due to that cold snort, and in the next second, he had actually arrived at a sealed mecha combat room …
"What's going on?" Zhao Jun was stunned. "Wasn't I in the mecha combat arena? Why am I here? Also, that voice just now … it sounded like Boss Lan. "
Zhao Jun had just thought of Boss Lan when a very familiar mecha appeared in the combat room. It was none other than that close-combat ace mecha Ling Lan was piloting.
"Boss Lan, why are you here? Why are you using an ace mecha to fight? Didn't you say that you had to hide it well? "Zhao Jun asked worriedly.
He was in full agreement with Ling Lan's choice to hide it. He really could not imagine what kind of uproar it would cause if the world found out that someone had broken Ling Xiao's record and advanced to ace in their second year (excluding those companions she had grown up with and those who had joined later, Ling Lan had announced to the public that she had advanced to ace in her second year). He could even predict that incidents similar to the air raid at the military academy would happen again, not to mention the assassins sent by the various countries.
Unfortunately, Ling Lan did not answer Zhao Jun's question. Instead, she charged over and slashed her sword at his head.
Zhao Jun quickly operated his mecha to dodge, but how could he be faster than Ling Lan's speed? The sword slashed viciously into the mecha's body, and the tremendous force threw Zhao Jun's mecha out. It smashed heavily against the sturdy wall of the combat room and then bounced back to crash onto the floor. Zhao Jun's entire body was in excruciating pain — his chest felt heavy and nauseous, and there was the taste of blood in his mouth, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Before Zhao Jun could get up, a gust of wind rushed at him. Ling Lan's flying leg swept sideways, sending Zhao Jun flying once again …
"Combo!" Zhao Jun flew up from the ground, and Ling Lan operated her mecha to follow closely behind. The cold weapon in her hand struck out without hesitation at Zhao Jun's mecha. "One, two, three, four …"
The tremendous force made Zhao Jun spit out a mouthful of blood. Zhao Jun pressed down on the call button with all his might and shouted, "Boss Lan, it's me! I'm Zhao Jun!"
Boss Lan's strength was definitely not in a normal sparring mode — this was a real fight. If this continued, he would definitely die at Boss Lan's hands. He could not accept this result — his death would be too worthless and too aggrieved. He could not accept this!
"Zhao Jun, what are you thinking? Don't you know that once we enter combat mode, no matter when or where, we are mortal enemies?! " Ling Lan's icy voice rang out beside Zhao Jun's ear, filled with killing intent. Zhao Jun knew that right then, Boss Lan was speaking the truth!
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