(Thank you, White Tiger Wargod, for your 100,000 reward. You are the leader of the Storm Alliance. Domineering!!!)
Speaking of Wang Zheng, Si Jiali was very angry. She knew that Wang Zheng might have started training because the IG was approaching, but this was too outrageous. Almost all of them were skipping classes. Moreover, she did not understand what these guys were thinking. Why were they so passionate about battles? Could it be that understanding the mysteries of the universe was not more attractive than superficial battles?
Moreover, she had also learned from the people around her that the standard of the Solar System Federation was completely dependent on the degree of participation.
And she felt that Wang Zheng's attainments in physics would definitely make him stand out, and he could also bring glory to Earth.
It was not that Wang Zheng had not thought of this, but he felt that what Earth lacked now was not technology, but passion!
Either explode in silence, or perish in silence. Earth had been silent for a long time, and in fact, Wang Zheng had been greatly affected. He was waiting for an opportunity, and that was the IG competition.
This was the moment he exploded, the moment to show off, the moment to show his strength!
Si Jiali did not know whether to laugh or cry. She could not stand it anymore. Not only Wang Zheng, but many Aslanians were the same. They all felt that the Atlantean mech was cooler, but the Atlantean mech was not suitable for humans to operate.
Just as Si Jiali was about to leave, a ray of light cut through the space, and the mech's eyes lit up.
Wang Zheng had finally found the door. The sound was not important, it was the link!
This link originated from the communication between spiritual power and runes. No wonder Bonehead could directly summon the mech. As long as the spiritual power was strong enough, it could be activated even from thousands of miles away.
Damn it, the Atlanteans had really hidden themselves well.
A ray of light enveloped Wang Zheng in the cockpit. The runes all lit up, and Wang Zheng was sucked into the mech.
Si Jiali covered her mouth … How was this possible!
The Phantom King of Atlantis, such a wonderful feeling. The G-material of human mecha could make the pilot feel like they were integrated into the mother's body, but that was just an exaggeration. The mechanical feeling was still very obvious, but the degree of integration of the Atlantean mech was obviously higher, but the difficulty …
The runes were like living things, expressing, telling, and moving in a fixed pattern. Wang Zheng's spiritual power completely invaded the runes. It was too amazing. This was a kind of unknown material, and it moved in a special way. Once it was activated, it could produce a magical power.
This was probably the characteristic of the Atlantean civilization.
Spiritual civilization?
Even with Wang Zheng's knowledge base, he didn't know what this was, but he could more or less understand the purpose behind it.
Through this method, the powerful spirit of the Atlanteans could be exerted, and the direct reaction would be speed, strength, and control.
Simple, direct, and violent.
Si Jiali looked seriously at the Phantom King swaying back and forth. Clearly, the Phantom King had entered the virtual battlefield, and she could not see the exact situation.
But this Wang Zheng could actually pilot the Phantom King … What was his background? Everyone who came had gone through a medical examination. He was an Earthling through and through. … It was said that among humans, there was an extremely low probability of someone who could operate an Atlantean mech. But even if they could operate it, their battle power would not be as strong as the Atlanteans. They had thought that this was just a rumor. Who would have thought that someone could really do it?
The Solar System's IG captain!
Si Jiali's ice-cold eyes sparkled with a fiery glow. It seemed that many people had underestimated Wang Zheng's existence.
A person with a smart mind and a strong body would definitely not be a simple person. However, Wang Zheng's performance was too low-key and too calm.
This kind of person either had no desires or great ambitions.
The possibility of the former was close to zero. Then …
Si Jiali left the training room. As she walked, Si Jiali thought of another question … How did he enter!?
How did he have such high authority!?
Si Jiali opened her mouth. All the scenes related to Wang Zheng flashed through her mind in an instant …
Wang Zheng had already completely entered the virtual battlefield training. What surprised him was that it was actually easier for him to control the Atlantean mech than it was for the Golden Wheel Battle King. Of course, the Phantom King itself did not have any design problems. As long as one had enough spiritual power, one could control it. It was just that Wang Zheng needed more practice to have a deeper understanding of the mech.
As a pilot, control and fancy movements were not called understanding. Understanding lay in the bottom line of the mech's attack and defense. It involved the mech's performance and overall performance in the face of impact, as well as the possibility of responding in different situations.
Every pilot was different. In the end, the analysis and judgment of data would become pure feeling. When this feeling formed, it meant that one had a certain level of understanding of the mech.
In theory, every ace pilot had their own Natal Mech.
Wang Zheng quickly immersed himself in the world of mecha. Although he wanted to understand more, his energy was indeed limited. The Wind God, Golden Wheel, and Phantom King were his main mecha for this period of time.
Time passed day by day. The IG competition was approaching, and Monta Ellis became even more lively. This kind of liveliness was hidden, because the IG competition had little to do with ordinary people. They could not see it, but the various countries' military leaders and the monopolies involved in the military industry were paying considerable attention. Of course, the various countries' military schools that were qualified to participate could not be missed.
Every country that had members participating would have a military school delegation, which was actually a support group. This year, because Ares College's Wang Zheng was the leader, the delegation leader was also Gu Te. The rest of the members were sent by the Solar System Federation's academies. The various countries' delegations and their teammates naturally had their own embassies to receive them. Of course, many chose to stay directly at Aslan Royal College, but there were also those who stayed nearby.
Those who arrived were the elites of the elites. They also wanted to see if this legendary pearl of Aslan was really that powerful.
Yan Xiaosu had to witness Wang Zheng's big battle. Tyrant Su also wanted to see what was different about Aslan, so he hurriedly slipped over. A tyrant was a tyrant after all, and Yan Xiaosu had never been soft-hearted when it came to spending money.
"Xiaosu, close your mouth." Wang Zheng could not hold back this guy. Did he have to be so exaggerated? He was drooling.
"Boss, this is simply heaven. So many beauties, so beautiful!" Yan Xiaosu wiped his saliva. Now he was a single man without a master. It was like an old cow falling into a fertile plain. He just did not know which was his territory.
Ye Zisu could not help but laugh. "You better restrain yourself. You will scare the girls away."
"Oh yes, Zisu, you must know a lot of Aslan beauties. Is there anyone who is interested in Earth men? Introduce them to me!"
Yan Xiaosu said excitedly.
"Yes, but they are interested in Wang Zheng. What should we do?"
"F * ck, tell them that I am half Wang Zheng, and just as powerful!"
The three of them laughed. "Boss, you've seen Xie Yuxin. Is this guy still so effeminate?"
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