In a spacious training ground, there were checkpoints everywhere. The first test was dodging.
A shadow flashed, and a Wargod No. 1 appeared, rumbling towards Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng's first reaction was to retaliate … Damn, no gun.
Not being able to retaliate was too disgusting. After dodging a round of attacks, Wang Zheng rushed forward. Who said he could not retaliate without a gun or knife? He would kick it to death.
As he neared, the Wargod No. 1 disappeared. Behind him, two Wargod No. 1s appeared, firing as they moved. Their accuracy was rather high.
Wang Zheng hurriedly dodged. After a round of attacks, a third Wargod No. 1 appeared. Two crossed fire, one to cover. Wang Zheng's movement speed had to increase. In such a spacious training ground, he had to be fast to dodge, and he also had to anticipate. Luckily, these mecha were highly mechanical, and could only lock onto their targets. They lacked flexibility. Otherwise, dodging like this would definitely tire him to death.
The three Wargod No. 1s formed a triangular formation, firing round after round at Wang Zheng. Finally, they disappeared.
Wang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief. This was a textbook test, but it was too rigid. There was no way to block.
This level was not enough.
But this was clearly a warm-up for the tester. In the next moment, another three mecha appeared.
Damn, Arbiter Slayer, and three of them at that. They appeared about 20 meters away from Wang Zheng.
This was the range where the Slayer could slaughter to its heart's content. It could attack or retreat, but Wang Zheng's Wargod No. 1 was still weaponless. Was he going to be trampled to the end?
Wang Zheng's thoughts flashed. The three Slayers had already started moving, firing at Wang Zheng's Wargod No. 1. Tut tut tut tut.
Damn, he would be turned into a sieve if he was a little slow. Luckily, the energy shield was still there, but Wang Zheng did not intend to use it. It would only get harder later on. This was just the beginning.
The Slayer's rhythm had obviously sped up. Wang Zheng wanted to close in, but against the Slayer, there was no way. Increasing the distance was the only option. Mastering the rhythm, increasing the speed, and dodging to the limit. This kind of test was very suitable for Oli. To dodge the Slayer, one had to have an extremely high burst of energy, and the rhythm had to be fast. The three groups chased. Wang Zheng adjusted his own rhythm, following the Slayer's rhythm, and then just a little faster than it.
This kind of rigid routine test posed no threat to Wang Zheng.
The three Slayers could not do anything to Wang Zheng. The mech stopped attacking and gradually disappeared.
Another three fiery-red mecha appeared, each one a size larger than the average mecha. … Astina's Flame King.
Three pitch-black flaming guns were aimed at Wang Zheng. Three fire dragons darted out and spat at Wang Zheng. This was the rhythm of roasting a suckling pig.
Wang Zheng piloted the Wargod No. 1 and immediately rushed forward. This kind of flaming gun was most afraid of being tossed around in the middle of a battle. Sooner or later, it would be roasted. However, in close combat, it was not easy to use it. As soon as Wang Zheng saw the three mecha appear, he rushed forward. As for the three Astina Flame Kings, they quickly opened fire. At the same time, they spat out fire dragons.
Student Wang could already feel the heat. This feeling was not bad. It was getting interesting.
Wang Zheng was training in full swing inside. The people waiting outside were getting a little impatient.
Ling Luoyu was also preparing for this competition. Xuan Grade students did not need to go through the test, but this test was actually quite beneficial. On one hand, they could understand the more unique mecha of each country. Each time, they would rotate with different mecha. At the same time, they could make judgments on the more important aspects of evasion, attack, strength, speed, and reaction time. It was very good for warriors to maintain their condition.
It was just that testing was not something that everyone particularly liked. They were more willing to find someone to practice with. Faced with boring procedures, they always lacked a sense of superiority. Perhaps only those who liked to torture themselves would really enjoy the training itself.
But now that the competition was imminent, and there were people from the Milky Way Military College coming, no one wanted to lose face. As for a group of men clamoring to show off in front of Aina, it was purely brainless. What princess? It was just a title. What was the big deal? What era was this? Only Aslan was so backward. This was not progress, it was regression.
Ling Luoyu's family naturally represented the advanced system. Liberal democracy had been instilled in her since young. After all, she had a grandfather like Gail.
The test here was rarely used, especially during this time period. But unfortunately, there were indeed people who used it.
But thinking about it, if she had this idea, there was no guarantee that others would have the same idea.
But the difficulty of the Xuan Grade test was a little disgusting. Three mecha appeared at once. This was the minimum number of enemies to maintain a dead angle. And the test was mainly about suppression. No matter what results they achieved, they would not feel too good. Young people liked to get rid of their opponents in a spectacular manner. Being suppressed by the opponent in a spectacular manner was not a good feeling. This was also why the test was not very popular.
But Ling Luoyu was not anxious. No matter who the opponent was, it should not take too much time. Once the opponent was done, it would be her turn. There were only so few people in the Xuan Grade in the Azure Dragon Region.
Ling Luoyu looked at the time. It was almost 15 minutes. Who was it? With this standard, it should be someone from the top three classes.
"Eh, Luoyu, you're here too." Ling Luoyu was thinking, when a gentle voice sounded beside her ear.
"Redington, you're here too." Ling Luoyu smiled. Redington shrugged. "I have to work hard. I have to get a good result. Besides, this is a matter of the entire academy. I cannot embarrass our Azure Dragon Region."
Redington said.
Ling Luoyu smiled slyly. "I'm afraid you want to perform well in front of your classmate Snow."
Redington did not deny it. "A fair lady is a gentleman's dream."
Ling Luoyu smiled slightly. "You two are a good match. I wish you success."
A confident smile appeared on Redington's face. Ling Luoyu was noncommittal. Through Mo Ling, she had learned a lot about Snow Lee. This girl was also arrogant, probably because of the so-called blessing of the Ice Dragon. Anyway, Ling Luoyu did not really understand why there were still so many people willing to believe in this. Logically speaking, humans had already entered the era of interstellar navigation. How could the system have regressed? It was probably because the world was too big. Anyway, Ling Luoyu had always believed that Roland Garros was the most representative place of humanity. This place represented the truth and the true future.
This was also the belief of every citizen of Roland Garros. Of course, it was not too conceited. Roland Garros represented the gathering place of the best elites of humanity, especially in the field of science. But the excellence of humanity was not only represented in the field of science.
(Recently, it has been very magical. I basically wake up at 7 or 8 am every day. I have persevered for a week. In the entire year, this was the only week that was slightly normal. I hope I can continue persevering!)
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