Garon stared at the Mech in front of him quietly. Through the mirror, he could see that the opponent was constantly moving without any pattern. This kind of movement had no pattern, and even the opponent could not grasp the pattern of this movement. This feeling was very strange.
"Is this this world's intermediate to advanced Mech technique? Sure enough, it's unique. " He observed the opponent's movements carefully. As for the laser beam attacks that were shot at him from time to time, they were completely useless. He could easily dodge them with a slight turn.
"One more time."
Garon tried to raise his hand.
Whoosh whoosh!
Two laser beams shot towards the opponent one after the other, drawing out two white lines.
This time, he did not concentrate the power of the shots. Instead, he fired the two shots separately. Immediately, the black mecha on the other side became somewhat flustered. Relying on its strange movements, it managed to dodge the first cannon blast. However, it wasn't able to completely dodge the second cannon blast. Its waist was viciously grazed, and green smoke rose from it with a hissing sound.
Garon looked at the time. Including the time he spent observing, only eight minutes had passed. It was still far from the limit of the Moonfang.
Whoosh whoosh! Two more laser beams were fired, separately locking onto the black Mech's two paths. This time, Garon's judgment was slightly more accurate. The first shot hit the opponent's right leg, and the second shot grazed the black Mech's waist again.
He could faintly hear the person cursing from the other side.
"This is the strength of the First Seat?" Garon provoked the opponent without holding back. His voice was transmitted through the Mech's external loudspeaker. "Or are you, the First Seat, the weakest of them all?"
"Don't be so proud!" An exasperated voice came from the black Mech.
Whoosh!
This time, the two laser beams merged into one and shot straight at the opponent.
However, the black Mech twisted strangely, and the strange dance steps appeared again. He actually dodged the laser beam that was as thick as an arm. At the same time, he raised his hand and fired two shots. Under these strange dance steps, the return shots almost hit Garon as he dodged.
Garen's heart was also slightly shocked.
"Is it because I can't predict the opponent's movement trajectory, causing me to have trouble dodging?" This was the first time he had encountered such a situation ever since he started learning secret techniques.
In fact, his martial arts had always been unrestrained. He did not pay much attention to dodging and evading. Instead, he relied more on using his momentum and strength to crush his enemies and completely destroy them. This time, there was actually a situation where he couldn't avoid it, which undoubtedly made him feel a sense of novelty. This path wasn't very similar to his previous fighting style. From his opponent's dance steps, he could faintly tell that the combat technique used by his opponent was definitely not limited to this. It seemed to be a basic version of a higher level combat technique.
"Interesting. However, it's better to end this quickly. No matter how good this kind of dodging ability is, it still needs someone with enough strength to use it. "Garon did not waste any time and immediately fired two separate shots. The black mech's arm and thigh were grazed again.
Garon basically stood still in the same spot as the cannons fired again and again. He only shot out the cannons again and again, twisting slightly to avoid the enemy's attacks.
This was because as more and more parts of the black mech were damaged, its agility was also rapidly decreasing. His strange dance steps seemed to have a high requirement for agility. Once this point decreased, the large amount of dodging effect immediately disappeared.
"It's over."
On the spectator stand, the white-haired old man said softly.
"Although the Garth Dance Steps are powerful, little Garth still doesn't have the strength to fully unleash its power. This kind of dance step that uses the disorderly fluctuation of Willpower as its foundation has the ability to automatically choose the best route to avoid dangerous threats. The stage where it can truly unleash its power should be after reaching the Advanced level. "
"However, to be able to do this at this age is already very good." The stern-looking girl on the side nodded.
Suddenly, there was a loud exclamation from the other side of the arena. It wasn't just one or two people who exclaimed, but hundreds and thousands of people. Many people on the spectator stand stood up abruptly with their mouths slightly agape, as if they had seen something very shocking.
"That's …!" The white-haired old man shifted his gaze and looked at the Grade B display screen on the other side. The battle situation on the screen showed the scene of a certain special competition area.
"Spear of Victory!" The stern-looking girl's face also revealed a rare look of surprise. "The final skill of the Level Three Willpower Heart of Fury!! That mech … can actually release it twice in a row! What an unbelievable genius! "
"The Spear of Victory condenses a large amount of violent high-voltage electric current around its body. It has a strong interference power against Gaussian electromagnetic weapons and metal weapons. In close combat, it can also greatly distort the opponent's electric field and Willpower. It can be said to be an extremely powerful skill among close-combat mechs! " The old man said in a low voice. "A Grade B second-year student can actually reach the peak of Level Three Willpower and train the Heart of Fury to its peak. He's definitely a top genius. Blackboard Academy really lives up to its name. "
*****
On the Grade B battlefield area, two mechs, one black and one white, were moving at high speed and confronting each other. The black mech was holding two extremely sharp spears that were shining with a large amount of blue electric current. Countless electric current flowed around the spears, so much so that the color of the spears' material was completely covered. It was as if the two spears were completely condensed from electric current.
"Die! Gordo. "A cold male voice came from the black mech.
"Spear of Victory … It only means that your Willpower is strong enough! If you want me to die, then let's see if you have the strength to do so! "A similarly cold female voice came from the white mech opposite him.
Clang!!
The two mechs crashed into each other at high speed. One of them held a spear while the other held a sword. The huge white sword slashed hard on the electric spear, and the friction made a piercing sound of metal crunching. In an instant, a large amount of electric current flowed down the huge sword's body.
*****
Garon once again broke both of the black mech's arms with two shots. At this time, he heard the exclamations from outside. He immediately knew that something must have happened outside that attracted the attention of the audience to the other side.
However, the black mech was still stubbornly resisting. It had no intention of surrendering. Both of its arms were broken, but it was still running at high speed towards him.
"How tenacious." The two cannons beside Garon lit up with white light again.
Click …
Suddenly, the white light was extinguished. Garon seemed to hear a slight noise beside him.
"Hmm?"
He looked at the small Moonfang on the stage and saw that the Moonfang was flashing intermittently with white light. It seemed to be extremely unstable.
He tried to move the mech.
"Oh no! I can't move it! What's going on? It's only been ten minutes! "Garon's heart skipped a beat. He knew that things were not good. The entire mech could not move at all.
On the other side of the mirror, the black mech was running madly towards him. The mech used its remaining right arm to clamp a short alloy dagger. The sharp tip of the dagger was stabbing towards the middle of his cockpit.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The black mech was getting closer, and its footsteps were getting heavier.
Garon was still trying to use his Willpower to control the mech to move. However, not only was the Moonfang unable to help him control the mech, but it also created a huge resistance interference. It made it impossible for him to even move the mech.
"Damn it!" His forehead was sweating slightly. The black mech in front of him was getting closer.
Twenty meters! Ten meters! Five meters! Three meters! Two meters!
"Move!!!" Garon urged his Willpower violently.
Boom!!!
There was a loud dull sound.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Instructor Hamm and Instructor Pilbo were dumbfounded. Even Fervale could not help but reveal a strange expression.
In the arena, the black mech fell in front of the white mech. He tripped over a small hole that he had made with his own shot. The entire mech fell to the ground. Many small electric arcs crackled on the surface of its body. The black dagger could not move anymore. It fell to the side. The entire mech could not stand up anymore. It crawled in front of the white mech.
"Winner: Nonosiva," the sweet mechanical voice sounded again.
Garon sat in the cockpit and looked at the white Moonfang's flickering white light. He still could not control the mech. It was obvious that the Moonfang's control time had gone wrong again.
When the black mech fell to the ground and the winner was determined, he still had to wait for more than a minute before he felt the white Moonfang recover again.
Sitting in his seat, he could not help but exclaim in his heart.
In that situation just now, if the opponent had really stabbed the cockpit, he could have been seriously injured again and lost the competition. With the quality of his current body, it was unlikely that he would be able to avoid that attack as quickly as possible. The final result would have been that he lost the competition and would not be able to continue fighting with serious injuries. At that time, he would not even be able to get into the top ten, much less the top three.
When the two of them left the arena, Instructor Pilbo walked away angrily. The pilot of the black mech, on the other hand, stared at Garon with a complicated expression.
"Why didn't you give me the last blow?" he asked coldly.
Garon looked at him and did not answer. He left immediately and returned to his own class' area.
The pilot was a black-haired young man with an arrogant expression. In the end, he just stared at Garon's back without saying a word.
Back in the resting area, Instructor Hamm came up and patted Garon's shoulder hard. His face was beaming with joy.
"Good job! I didn't expect you to improve so much! "
"It's all thanks to you, instructor," Garon replied with a smile. In his heart, however, he was still sweating because of the dangerous situation just now.
He looked at Fervale beside him. He was expressionless. He just sat quietly in his seat without saying a word. Perhaps it was because his position as First Seat had been snatched away from him. He was still feeling a little uncomfortable.
Then came the rest time. Garon found an excuse to go to the toilet and carefully examined the Moonfang in his hand.
The crack in the middle of the Moonfang was getting bigger and bigger. It looked like it was about half as big as before. Perhaps this was the ultimate reason why the Moonfang had failed just now.
"Looks like I can only try to reduce the battle time as much as possible …" Garon made up his mind. The limit of the Moonfang test was fifteen minutes. However, there would obviously be occasional emergencies in between. In order to reduce accidents like the one just now, the best way was to reduce the battle time as much as possible.
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