Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr
Both of them were aces, equally matched in strength, but in the end, a victor had to be decided. After countless rounds of bitter fighting, both of them wanted to end things once and for all, so they both used their strongest attack techniques in unison!
"Whirlwind Slash!" This was Jiang Shaoyu's trump card sure-kill technique.
"Wave Breaking Strike!" This was Lin Xiao's top ace technique that he had kept as a trump card.
One of the mecha's weapons began to spin rapidly, while the other's cold weapon suddenly began to spin violently. One was using all of its power, bearing down like Mount Tai, while the other was spinning at extreme speed to generate terrifying destructive power, wanting to break through with a single point … the two weapons finally collided!
“Duang！” A huge shockwave rippled through the combat arena. Ripples actually appeared on the transparent protective layer around the combat arena — it was clear to see how strong the tremors were.
Meanwhile, in the air above the combat arena, the two cold weapons were pressed against each other, one above and one below. The two mecha seemed to have been frozen, neither moving an inch!
Pa! A crisp sound rang out in the arena. Everyone was bewildered, unsure of where this sound had come from. Just as everyone was guessing, a series of crisp pa pa pa sounds suddenly rang out in the arena. Right then, someone suddenly shouted, "Quick, look at their cold weapons!"
Following this shout, everyone's attention was drawn to the two mecha's cold weapons. Those with sharp eyes immediately saw where this crisp sound had come from. It turned out that cracks had appeared at the places where their cold weapons had met, and these cracks were increasing with the crisp cracking sound … the great power generated by the ace technique had directly damaged the two mecha's cold weapons.
With a "pa!", the two mecha's cold weapons could no longer maintain their original positions and shattered. Not only that, but their mecha's arms also shattered at the same time.
Jiang Shaoyu's sword-wielding arms began to crumble. Lin Xiao was the same, but his situation was slightly better than Jiang Shaoyu's because he was wielding his sword with one hand, so only his right arm had crumbled.
With this, the final victor was pretty much decided. The two collided, and the great power destroyed both of Jiang Shaoyu's mecha's arms, but Lin Xiao was lucky enough to keep his left arm. Without his mecha's arms, Jiang Shaoyu was no longer a match for Lin Xiao, who was using his left hand to shoot long shots. Although Jiang Shaoyu had done his best to keep this match going until the end of time, when the final score was tallied up, he still lost to Lin Xiao.
Once again, Jiang Shaoyu had lost to Lin Xiao in close combat. This also meant that in terms of mecha piloting, Lin Xiao was indeed slightly better than Jiang Shaoyu, which was why he had been able to defeat his opponent twice and obtain victory.
Just like that, the final opponent of the First Men's Military Academy was the First Co-ed Military Academy! This result made Luo Chao and Han Xuya fret. They didn't know whether they should cheer for their own military academy or cheer for Boss Lan. In the end, Luo Chao decided to be selfish and support her Boss Lan! Their pitiful senior was mercilessly abandoned by Luo Chao and Han Xuya just like that.
However, before the finals, the first to start was the ranking battle for the third and fourth place. It was between the Second and Third Men's Military Academies who had no chance in the finals. Since their strengths were about the same, this match also went on for five rounds. As for Jiang Shaoyu, because his mecha's arms had been destroyed in the previous match, he had used his backup mecha. Perhaps because of the lack of time, his backup mecha hadn't been adjusted to its best condition, or perhaps because of his unstable mentality after losing to Lin Xiao, in addition to Zhou Chao-Ling's careful and solid mecha piloting, he managed to maintain this match in a tie until the end.
Neither of them had made any effective attacks. Both of their piloting were perfect, so no points were deducted. In the end, their scores were the same. However, the rankings of military academies couldn't be like the individual combat competitions, where there could be a tie. In the end, the organizers had no choice but to let the other side decide the winner.
It should be said that in this competition, Jiang Shaoyu's luck was extremely bad. He started first and actually got the smallest number. Just like that, the Third Men's Military Academy won this match without any suspense, taking third place. As for the Second Men's Military Academy, they unexpectedly fell to fourth place, setting their lowest ranking in the past 30 years. It should be known that in the past few tournaments, the Second Men's Military Academy had always been in second place in the group competition.
The Second Men's Military Academy's loss in the group competition also caused their total score to fall to fourth place. If they couldn't turn things around in the battle royale on the last day, it was very likely that the Second Men's Military Academy would once again set a new low in total score. This made the teachers and students of the Second Men's Military Academy feel very frustrated. It should be known that they had been aiming for first place from the very beginning.
After the third and fourth place matches ended, the backstage began to get busy. In another 30 minutes, it would be the most anticipated match of the group competition, the championship and runner-up match.
At the First Men's Military Academy, a new round of order battles had begun!
"Still using the old method?" Mu Shaoyu rubbed his palms together.
Han Yu, who had already woken up from his state of enlightenment, humphed coldly and said, "Of course!" His luck had finally gotten better, so he had to take advantage of it!
Zhao Jun was even more confident. Ever since he had used rock-paper-scissors to determine the order of appearance, he had never missed the first three matches. He had a feeling that his luck would still be very good this time.
Qiao Ting glanced at Ling Lan and asked calmly, "How about it?"
Ling Lan said indifferently, "Sure!"
The five of them once again formed a circle and began to use their fists to determine the winner.
"Hahaha, I told you that my luck was off the charts this time! Everyone, thank you. I've taken the first match! "Zhao Jun raised his head and laughed loudly. His eyes were filled with pride. Once again, he used only one punch to defeat the four of them.
"D * mn, your luck today is really f * cking weird." Mu Shaoyu angrily used his shoulder to push Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun was caught off guard and was pushed back. He was just about to stabilize himself when his knees suddenly gave out and he knelt down, crashing heavily onto the ground. He was in so much pain that he grimaced and cursed loudly!
Seeing this, Mu Shaoyu and Han Yu pointed at Zhao Jun and laughed loudly, yelling that Zhao Jun's arrogance was too much retribution.
Ling Lan flicked the finger of her drooping right hand and cast a cold glance at Qiao Ting at the side. Qiao Ting calmly turned his head away. Unfortunately, the redness behind his ears exposed his guilty conscience. Just now, not only had Ling Lan made a sneaky move, even this proud Qiao Ting had not been able to hold back his anger and had quietly taken action to punish that overly arrogant Zhao Jun.
Sure enough, if you don't ask for it, you won't die! Ling Lan cast a disdainful glance at Zhao Jun, who had already climbed to his feet and was desperately rubbing his knees. He actually dared to show off in front of her.
The four of them ignored Zhao Jun and once again used their fists to fight. This time, Mu Shaoyu was sent flying.
Faced with this result, Mu Shaoyu hugged his head and squatted on the ground in frustration. Why did he have to use his fists? Wouldn't the second match have been his? Now, he had become the last man standing in the fifth match. Putting aside Han Yu, just Ling Lan, Zhao Jun, and Qiao Ting were enough to cruelly secure three victories. What else could he do behind them?
Amidst Mu Shaoyu's frustration and regret, the three of them once again fought to determine a victor. Qiao Ting calmly pulled back his fist, but a trace of delight leaked out from between his brows. "The second match, thanks for letting me win!"
Han Yu resentfully pulled back his scissors and faced off against Ling Lan, who had also lost after using scissors …
In the next second, the victor was decided. Han Yu stared at his own palm as if he wanted to eat it up. Ling Lan said coldly, "Regiment Commander Han, thanks for letting me win!"
Just like that, the order of the First Men's Military Academy's finals was officially announced. First match: Zhao Jun; second match: Qiao Ting; third match: Ling Lan; fourth match: Han Yu; fifth match: Mu Shaoyu!
Time passed very quickly. Half an hour passed very quickly, and the match between the First Men's Military Academy and the First Co-ed Military Academy officially began.
In the first match, Zhao Jun took the field. Both the audience and the opponents had already given up on researching the First Men's Military Academy's battle order. Who knew who they would send out? Even Qiao Ting could fight in any position in the first three rounds — what else was impossible?
Although Zhao Jun had already reached ace operator level, because the mecha he had brought was a special-class mecha, he could only operate a special-class mecha to fight. However, a special-class operator operating a special-class mecha and an ace operator operating a special-class mecha were two completely different concepts. Whether it was in terms of speed or power, an ace operator could bring out the full potential of a special-class mecha.
The First Co-ed Military Academy sent out their fourth strongest opponent for the first match, a special-class top-level operator. The difference in strength between Zhao Jun and himself was too great. He did not cause much trouble for Zhao Jun and was easily defeated. Zhao Jun won the first match without any surprises.
The First Co-ed Military Academy was not discouraged. In fact, they were secretly more happy than regretful. Although they also felt that it was a pity that their fourth strongest had become a sacrifice because they had encountered Zhao Jun, it was also because of this that they had used a weaker member to exhaust the First Men's Military Academy's second strongest. This result was undoubtedly very beautiful.
After a 10 minute break, the second match of the finals began. When Qiao Ting took the field, everyone was once again in an uproar. Although the audience did not care about the First Men's Military Academy's battle order, was it really a good idea to send out their strongest in the second match?
On the other hand, the First Co-ed Military Academy felt as if they had picked up a gold ingot. They were overjoyed because they had sent out their weakest member for the second match. Using their weakest member to exhaust the opponent's strongest ace operator — this was really too beautiful. Even if they had painstakingly planned, there might not have been such a good result. In response, a member of the First Co-ed Military Academy even slapped himself hard in the face, wondering if he was dreaming.
The result was, of course, as expected. Qiao Ting easily defeated his opponent and won the second match!
Although the First Men's Military Academy had won two rounds and only needed to win one more round to become the champion of the group mecha combat competition, the audience at the venue did not have high hopes for them. Some people were even frowning — their two strongest ace operators had been used up. Of the remaining three rounds, could the members of the First Men's Military Academy really win one of them?
It should be known that among the three people left from the First Co-ed Military Academy, not only was there one ace operator, the other two were also the strongest special-class top-level mecha operators. On the other hand, the three people left from the First Men's Military Academy were the weakest three. If the final three matches were arranged like Tian Ji's horse race … the situation would not be optimistic for the First Men's Military Academy.
"The third match is the key!" Everyone present made this judgment.
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