Garen knew very well that this kind of gap was like someone who had just finished their first year in university and was about to finish all their credits. Or someone finishing their first year in high school and getting at least six hundred points in the college entrance exam.
He carefully observed Fervale's swordsmanship. There was a faint rhythm in it. It was obvious that he had already started and had a perfect response to attack, defense, and evasion. His opponent was only in his teens, so he did not look ordinary. He could roughly estimate the level of development of combat skills in this world.
After Fervale came down, it was second place Sara.
She was a long-range shooter. A mech-type long-range target rose up in the arena.
There was nothing to say about this. She hit three out of ten shots from five hundred meters with a hit rate of more than 30%. She hit two out of ten shots while moving, and all the relative moving shots missed.
Garon's mind was set. There was nothing to see here.
"Very good! As expected of Sara. Her movements are smooth and standard. She can achieve such a high hit rate from five hundred meters! "Instructor Hamm applauded with a gratified expression.
The other students also applauded with smiles on their faces.
Garon then remembered that they were only freshmen. Normal students could not even walk smoothly. To be able to use Willpower to push the mech to shoot so smoothly was already very good. Not to mention that she could hit the target from five hundred meters away without the help of a computer, although the hit rate was a little low.
"Last one, Nono, go!" Hamm patted Garon's shoulder.
Garon nodded and walked towards the warehouse.
Sara walked towards him.
"Good luck!" The other party smiled kindly at him. She looked at him carefully and seemed to be a little surprised by his unusual clean and neat appearance.
"Thank you," Garon nodded politely.
Entering the warehouse, it was cool and comfortable. Three mechs stood side by side inside. There were automatic mechanical arms loading and unloading parts for the mechs.
Garon glanced at the three mechs. They were all standard White Goose mechs. They were all white. This was Blackboard Academy's old mech. Its stats were average in all aspects and it was known for its high stability.
The three mechs were all white humanoid. Garon randomly picked one and stood on the elevator.
With a humming sound, the black elevator brought him up to the front of the mech's chest and stopped.
With a crisp crack, the chest of the mecha opened up like a flower bud, revealing the cockpit inside.
Garon immediately jumped in, and the mech's protective panel automatically closed behind him.
After putting on the helmet, a circular window appeared in front of him, allowing him to see the scenery outside. A row of options appeared below him, options that could only be seen with the helmet on.
'Please select a weapon loading module.'
Three modules, one for long-range, one for melee, and one for defense.
Garon clicked on the long-range icon. After all, Nonosiva had always been using long-range Mech.
Two options automatically popped up in the long-range menu, two guns and a single pistol.
Choose two pistols.
"Weapon module loading …"
With a click, the mecha shook slightly.
'Loading complete. You may begin the test. '
A mechanical voice sounded.
Garon moved his Willpower and injected it into a small circular hole in front of him. When he felt that he had completely transformed into the body of the Mech, he tried to move.
After a full five seconds, the mech slowly moved and took a step forward.
"Willpower is not enough …" Garon sighed, helplessly taking out the small Moonfang from his trouser pocket and placing it on the right side of the control panel.
The small Moonfang seemed to have a suction force. As soon as it was placed, it stuck firmly to the control panel and quickly emitted a faint white light.
Garon instantly felt a numbing sensation like an electric current surging through his body. The feeling of delay disappeared instantly.
"I still have to rely on this thing."
He took a deep breath and carefully observed the situation of the Moonfang. Last time, Nonosiva's Moonfang suddenly malfunctioned, causing the mech to be unable to move, which almost led to a disaster. Now it seemed that he had used the Moonfang too much, causing it to be overloaded for too long.
Controlling his body, Garon strode out of the warehouse. His eyes suddenly lit up. The sunlight outside shone down, unusually bright and even a little glaring.
The test content was various basic movements, followed by a set of standard tactical simulations.
Garon chose to use two guns, and the simulation content was similar to Sara's.
Five hundred meters away, a mech target rose up.
Garon stood at the entrance of the warehouse, raising both guns and releasing the safety. This was not a laser gun, but a metal bullet gun with a recoil force.
Bang bang!
After two gunshots, the target in the distance lit up, indicating that it was a hit.
Two consecutive hits, instantly causing the spectating students to exclaim slightly.
Garon glanced sideways and saw that instructor Hamm was also surprised, so he restrained himself a little. To him, he was a top-notch martial arts grandmaster and had extremely precise control of his body. Shooting five hundred meters was not difficult at all. After all, it was a mech target that was five meters tall.
For the second time, Garon purposely lowered the muzzle.
After the two gunshots, he did not hit.
Suddenly, there was a sigh of pity from the side.
Garon took the time to look at the Moonfang. The white light on it flashed, different from the battle on the simulation network last night. After all, this was a real mech piloting, so the burden was obviously much greater.
He quickly stopped moving and directly fired the remaining shots.
Three out of ten shots hit, the same as Sara.
Then it was the moving target.
One shot hit.
The relatively moving shots all missed.
Finally, the relatively moving shots required movement. Garon watched in fear as the Moonfang began to smoke slightly, and the flashing white light became more and more urgent. He knew that after being damaged once, the Moonfang was also unable to bear the load. If it was in the past, there would definitely be no problem with such movements.
"Test over." Instructor Hamm's voice came through the protective membrane.
Only then did Garon quickly stop and slowly walk back to the warehouse.
When he walked to where the mech was parked in the warehouse, the Moonfang's white light had already dimmed. It looked like it was not going to work, but it was very hot to the touch.
Garon took off his helmet and raised his hand to look at the white Watch Terminal.
"About eleven minutes, maybe a little longer, but the mech's movements can't be rushed. Even if it's the same slow movement at the end, it's estimated to last fifteen minutes at most."
"Looks like I have no choice but to be a long-range shooter." Garon was helpless. He still had to be a long-range defensive shooter. He only needed to make simple movements and did not need to make complex combinations of movements.
Picking up the still hot Moonfang, Garon walked out of the cabin and stood on the elevator.
Aier was already waiting for him at the bottom of the warehouse.
"Not bad!" Aier smiled and patted Garon's arm.
"It's alright." Garon smiled.
He was still concerned about the Moonfang and did not know how long it would take to recover.
"Nonosiva, are you interested in having a match with me?" A calm voice suddenly came from the warehouse entrance.
Garon and Aier looked up and saw Fervale standing at the warehouse entrance and looking over.
"A match?" Garon frowned. "Not interested."
Fervale was a little stunned, as if he did not expect Garon to reject him so quickly.
He also saw that Garon seemed to be operating the mech smoothly. It looked like he had casually achieved Sara's result, so he obviously did not use his full strength. That was why he was a little interested, but he did not expect the other party to reject him so cleanly.
He was not good with words, so he did not know what to say for a moment. Under normal circumstances, when he opened his mouth to ask, people rarely rejected him. After all, his family background and his own excellence made it impossible for the students in the other classes to reject him.
There was a moment of silence.
"Then forget it." Coming back to his senses, he said calmly, "The person you injured has someone from his family in the teaching office. Instructor Hamm suppressed the incident last time, but I don't think it's over yet. You be careful."
"Thank you." Garon had thought of it himself, but now that he heard Fervale's reminder, he was a little more careful.
Last time, it was actually his abnormality that scared the other party, so much so that the other party was stunned. In the end, he was shot by Garen and half of his body was burned, almost losing his life. Fortunately, medical technology was good, and he was discharged half a month earlier than him.
If he was still paralyzed in bed, the other party might have let it go, but now that he was discharged safely, the other party probably had some backup plans.
Walking out of the warehouse with Aier, Fervale left the arena directly and walked to the other arenas, as if to watch the students from the other schools take their exams.
After greeting the instructor and seeing that most of the students had dispersed to watch the other arenas, Garon found a chance to walk alone with the instructor.
"Instructor Hamm, I want to ask, the student I accidentally injured last time, what's his family situation?"
Instructor Hamm did not have a surprised expression.
"Did they look for you?"
"No, I just heard Fervale's reminder, I want to know more." Garon answered honestly.
"That student's name is Corlanu, someone in his family is an instructor in the school, his strength is not bad. Don't worry, I'll help you. After all, it was just an accident, no one did it on purpose." Instructor Hamm lit a cigarette and took a puff.
"Thank you very much, instructor." Garon nodded, although he did not think much of it in his heart.
After leaving the instructor, he immediately parted ways with Aier and walked around the arena, looking at the other arenas taking their exams.
In the midst of the intense battle, the Mechs' movements were swift and vigorous. The techniques and techniques that were displayed were not inferior to some of the third-rate or second-rate combat techniques that Garen knew of. There were also many whose movements were exquisite and extremely difficult. However, most of them were of a higher level.
But even so, it gave him a clear understanding of this world.
Although he was a Martial Arts Secret Technique Grandmaster, and could be said to be the peak of an era, the combat skills here were not bad either, they might even be more developed and evolved. Some of the combination skills, all kinds of powerful and complicated hot weapons combined with cold weapons, produced all kinds of strange effects. In a situation where he did not understand the function of the opponent's weapon, if combined with top-level combat skills, Garon might fall for it with his current level. After all, his physical fitness was too weak, far from the strength of his previous life.
After walking around, he went straight back to the dormitory and began to practice the training method diligently.
The biggest problem now was that his strength was not his own, it was obtained through the Moonfang. If he was found to have violated the school's rules and deceived the school's higher-ups, it was possible that his Willpower would be directly crippled.
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