There was a dull thud.
The white Mech rolled a few times in the crater. When it got up again, it was in a sorry state, covered in red dirt and dust.
Garon stood at the edge of the crater and looked down. The white Mech stood at the bottom of the crater and looked up.
"F * ck you!! Kill me if you have the balls! "The white Mech suddenly went berserk. He spread his legs and pointed at his crotch." Come on! Hit me here! Hit me! "
"Hit me! Why don't you dare?! Didn't you have fun tricking me just now!? "The white Mech crossed his legs and moved towards Garon. "You dare to trick me?! Fine! Now you're scared? I'm telling you, this isn't … "Chi!!
Two lasers accurately hit his crotch. A puff of green smoke slowly rose. This place was indeed more fragile. The protective armor was far inferior to other parts.
Suddenly, the environment quieted down. The white Mech looked down at his crotch in disbelief. Then, he looked up at Garon again.
Chi chi!
There were two more crisp sounds. The smoke was thicker …
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!" The white Mech exploded.
He pointed at Garon.
"Don't f * cking let me know who you are! Or you're dead! Dead!! You dare to play dirty! You dare to hit my crotch!! You … "
Boom!!
Two more lasers hit the same spot. Before the white Mech could finish, it exploded with a boom and turned into a yellow fireball.
"So the weak spot is in the crotch …"
Garon looked at the flames below indifferently. His heart did not waver. This simulation competition wasn't connected to the academy's internal network, but to the entire Federation's network. Who knew what kind of thing you were? If you had the ability, go find the Federation's military. This simulation game was a network jointly set up by the upper echelons of the Federation's military. In order to ensure fairness, as well as to select talents from the public, the protection of personal information here was extremely tight. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to do this. Those aristocratic children who lost and were abused could easily find the information of their opponents in real life to seek revenge.
After the victory, a seven-colored Rubik's cube suddenly appeared in front of Garon's eyes.
'Congratulations on defeating your father. Reward: 100 utility points. Please keep up the good work. '
'Your father has sent you a challenge. Do you want to respond?'
Garon's face instantly darkened …
With a click, he reached out and clicked on the reject option.
"This guy is really despicable."
After exiting the battlefield, Garon scanned the room again. There were rows and rows of rooms densely packed together.
If it was the old Nonosiva, he would never have been able to win against the white Mech just now.
Putting aside the fact that the mech's weak points were at the crotch and not the normal head and cockpit, the opponent's mobility was definitely not as simple as Level 1 or Level 2. It was at least Level 3. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so fast.
For a Level 1 Mech to reach the speed of a Level 3 Mech, it would require at least tens of thousands of Universal Units, and definitely not just one of them. This was practically a mobility bought with money. Normally, it would reach Level 2 at most.
There was also the opponent's armor system, which was able to ignore Level 1 laser guns. It was at least a Level 3 armor, and its lethality was slightly weaker, but it was still at least Level 2. Just look at the two swords that had cut off half of Garon's waist.
This guy was obviously a commonly known pay-to-win player.
In Nonosiva's memory, he had met such a rich player a few times. The results were very normal, and there were no accidents. Being defeated without breaking through the defense was undoubtedly very damaging to one's self-esteem.
Garon recalled Nono's previous memories. There were still some remnants of his battle situation in the fragments. In the Mother Planet Federation, Nono's original ranking was 215433, and this was after including the Moonfang's ranking. It was a name that could not be ranked at all.
He casually clicked on another Level 1 practice match.
It was still the Meteorite Land. This map was very popular. This time, the opponent did not exceed the standard. It was a standard Level 1 normal Mech like Garon. Its skills were not as good as Nono's original Mech, and it was instantly killed by a few shots from Garon, who had a strong battle awareness.
After playing a few more matches, he was more or less familiar with the controls of the Mech. It was almost 11 o 'clock when Garon exited from the simulation system. He scanned his surroundings. More than half of the people had left, and a quarter of the machines were still on. It was obvious that these people were preparing to play through the night.
Standing up from the simulator, Garon moved his body. He felt that his body was fine, and there was nothing wrong with it. It was just that he had used up a lot of his energy and was very tired.
He left the simulator and returned to his dorm. After washing up casually, he lay down to rest.
*****
Ding dong … Ding dong …
The doorbell rang at the door.
Garon slowly woke up from his sleep. This body's sleep quality was not very good, so he did not have a good rest.
"Nono, wake up! It's time for the official simulation test! "Aier's voice was loud outside the door.
Garon lifted the blanket and sat up from the bed, rubbing his face.
"Got it! I'll be right there. " After waking up slightly, he quickly got up from the bed and pulled open the curtains. The sun was already out. Through the big locust tree, he could vaguely see the black plate-like buildings of the Blackboard Academy.
"I remember Instructor Hamm said that today is the official simulation test to test the recovery ability of the actual Mech. If it goes well, I should be able to participate in the class ranking competition." Garon recalled the information he had received earlier.
The doorbell rang again. He walked over to open the door, and Aier rushed in like an arrow.
"Hurry up! If you don't go to the test field early, the queue will last until lunch. Half of the school's simulation test is in the seventh arena today. "Aier had braided his hair. His original brown hair was almost past his chin like a girl's. He did not know how he braided it, but it was braided into a few small braids that were mixed in between his hair. It looked slightly more tidy and pleasing to the eye.
"What's wrong with your hair?" Garon glanced at him. He walked to the washroom and began to wash up.
"My sister came over and braided it for me. It's not my fault …" Aier said in distress. He pulled on the whip with a helpless expression. "Hurry up. I think the instructors and the others are already at the arena. Today, students from other schools are coming to our school for the assessment test. Half of the arena is occupied, so it's more than a little tense. "
"Got it." Garon smiled and sped up.
After washing up quickly, the two of them took their pen and paper and hurried to the seventh arena.
As expected, there were a lot more students between the school buildings. Other than the school's white with blue stripes, there were also two types of school uniforms that were pure red and black and white. Obviously, students from other schools had arrived.
They quickly arrived at the arena. There were already many people lined up around the entrance. Aier pulled Garon in through the side door. Instructor Hamm and the others were already waiting at one of the arenas.
Mia was there too, along with a few other students who were also taking the test. One of the boys had a head of white hair and a cold expression. He gave off a feeling that he was indifferent to everything.
"Just in time." Hamm walked over with a smile. "How is it? How's your recovery? "
"Very good." Garon nodded politely and smiled. This Instructor Hamm had paid for his surgery out of his own pocket. He was truly a good person.
Hamm nodded. "There are five people taking the test this time. The first place for the ranking competition is Fervale. No one has any objections. The second place has also been decided. The third place will be chosen between you and Cole. So today's test is to see how well you've recovered, and also to decide the third place for the ranking competition. "
"My injuries might not be healed yet …" Garon showed a slightly troubled expression. He did not really want to take part in the class ranking competition. If he had the time, he might as well use it to practice his training method.
"This is an all-year competition representing the class. The top ten will get a prize of at least ten thousand Universal Units." Aier reminded him softly.
"Although my injuries haven't healed yet, for the honor of the class, I'll do my best!" Garon patted his chest and said loudly.
Aier covered his face and turned his head away.
'I'm really short on money.'
Garon's heart was calm. He did not show any signs of changing his words. Instead, he stood beside Instructor Hamm with a calm expression, next to the white-haired youth, Fervale.
Luckily, he was the only one who heard Aier's voice. The other students did not show any unusual expressions.
Instructor Hamm patted Garon's shoulder with a gratified expression.
"I was right about you! Do your best! "
"Yes!"
To Garen, this was nothing. Back when he was still in the Secret Technique World, as a top master, he was just as nimble as Duskdune Shura when he was down. Otherwise, would he have beaten Duskdune Shura into retreat?
The few of them followed Instructor Hamm and waited at the side of the arena for a while. Soon, a transparent protective barrier silently rose around the arena.
"Fervale, you go first." Hamm looked at the white-haired youth.
"No problem." Fervale was expressionless. He looked very calm. He quickly walked to the entrance of the arena on the right. It was a gray warehouse attached to the back of a blackboard building.
Not long after he walked in, the sound of an engine could be heard from the arena.
A pure white humanoid Mech walked out of the warehouse. It was six meters tall, and its arms were equipped with sharp scythes like a praying mantis. It looked similar to the dual-blade Mech Garon had fought against, but it did not have the blue flame thrusters on its back.
'The first round of simulation test begins.' A sweet robotic female voice rang.
With two crisp swooshing sounds, the white Mech's dual scythes slashed across the sides of its body. The entire Mech started to run. It kept swinging its blades forward and backward, left and right. From time to time, the crisp sound of blades cutting through the air could be heard.
It did not look like a Mech, but more like a living person. It raised its dual blades and continuously used a set of sword techniques. It was very agile.
"Fervale's overall Mech evaluation is Upper Level One. He has reached Level One in most subjects. His strength is very balanced." Instructor Hamm nodded in satisfaction. "Plus, he has a close combat speed training method. His mobility and attack speed are higher than others. Once he gets close to you, it will be very troublesome."
The surrounding students could not help but nod.
The second student, Sara, was a blonde girl. She also spoke.
"We have no objections to Fervale's strength being ranked first. This test is just a formality. If Nonosiva's strength is correct, the three of us will be participating in the class."
The others did not have any objections. There were more than fifty people in the class. The strength of the top three was obtained through real battles. Most of them had fought against the top three before.
Compared to the top three, the other students were better. It would be good if they could pass Level One in one or two subjects. After all, they had only been in the school for a year. Reaching Level One in all subjects was the minimum requirement for a student to graduate. It was almost the same as a Mech Master who had actually joined the army. The only thing they lacked was actual combat experience.
To the average student, this was the difference between heaven and earth.
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