"Compared to the ordinary kid beside you, your aptitude is like the difference between a firefly and the moon. Saying that you're ordinary is too flattering. " The voice replied scornfully, "If it wasn't for the fact that the noble me was coincidentally recognized by you, I reckon that you'd only be picking up scrap metal for the rest of your life."
The young man's face instantly fell. The other party's words made him feel that his future was bleak.
"Don't worry, as long as you listen to me obediently, you'll do whatever I want you to do. In the future, I guarantee that you'll live beyond your imagination. Oh right, what's your name again? "
"Kling … Kling Bessa …" The young man replied weakly.
"Alright, Kling, I want you to do something now."
"What is it?"
"Stick me to the young man beside you temporarily. I need to test him. If it goes well, this guy should be one of your subordinates." The voice said directly, "At the current stage, because of your retarded trash, I can't use my full strength. Therefore, you must find some trustworthy people to be your subordinates. This is something that you must prepare yourself for."
"Baylon is my friend, not my subordinate." The young man Kling corrected helplessly. Ever since he came to his sister's place to experience life as an intern, this thing that he picked up had slowly changed his life. He said that he wanted to restore his former glory and reluctantly accepted his recognition. In the end, his life was turned upside down.
"Trash will always be trash. You don't even have the courage to bear the fate of others?"
Kling looked at Allen beside him and saw the same desire and envy in his eyes for the Mech.
"We'll talk about it later. Even if I dare to bear the responsibility, you'll need energy to modify it, right? You'll need time, right? "
"Alright, up to you. Stick me to the surface of this guy's skin when you've thought it through." The voice suddenly lowered.
Although he didn't know why the usually strong opponent suddenly became so easy to talk to, Kling still breathed a sigh of relief.
He shifted his gaze back to the television screen. At this time, the screen was already showing the upper grade Mech battle situation.
"Lord Red Moon …"
"What's the matter? If you have something to say, say it quickly. I'm busy! "The voice said impatiently.
"I … can also reach Brother Allen's … level?" Kling lowered his head without confidence.
"His level? Isn't your goal a little too low? " The voice called Red Moon said disdainfully, "And you think that guy called Nono is very powerful?"
"Eh … Isn't it powerful? To be able to use a Level 2 skill at such a young age … "
"Hehe … Is that really the case?" Red Moon laughed coldly. "Those patterned movements, his Willpower … Forget it, you won't understand even if I explain it to you. You'll know in the future! "
"Oh …"
*****
Game three.
Garen sat inside the Mech and took a deep breath. Using his Willpower for a long period of time had caused his temples to feel a faint pain. This was caused by his Willpower level being too low. Although he had the additional boost from the Moonfang, the long period of battle had also increased the burden on his Willpower.
However, this was also part of the competition. Fighting for a long period of time was also a test of the endurance of one's Willpower.
On the other side of the arena, a black Mech stood on the black alloy floor facing him as if he was facing a great enemy. He held a silver tower shield in his hand that could cover half of his body. This tower shield was like a mirror and could quickly reflect light attacks from weapons. Moreover, it was made of high strength alloy and had a better defense against Gaussian weapons.
"The competition has entered a stalemate. How will the Elite from the Losers' Bracket, Landon, fight against the Instant Kill Nonosiva with an undefeated record?" The voice of the commentator could be heard faintly from outside.
Garon was expressionless. At this point, if he won a few more rounds, he would enter the Winner's Bracket.
Landon had defeated Sara and their First Seat was fighting against Fervale. He did not know who would win.
If Fervale lost … then Class C's ranking would stop there and they would not be able to participate in the Winner's Bracket. This would mean that their previous ninth place would be replaced and they would fall to eleventh place.
"But …" Garon stared at the black Mech opposite him with a headache. That guy was like a turtle shell. No matter if it was the Laser Cannon's Focus Shot or the Interference Rebound Technique, they were all blocked and deflected by the opponent's Solid Wall Technique. Moreover, the opponent was the type that was extremely patient. It was obvious that he was using a defensive tactic to delay the battle.
Boom!!
The Gaussian Cannon made a loud noise and the black shell instantly hit the top right corner of the black Mech's tower shield, trying to knock the shield askew.
However, the black Mech seemed to have predicted this. He tilted his body and the shield was slightly deflected as well.
Clang!
The black Mech staggered back a few steps and turned from facing Garon to facing him sideways. The center part of the shield met the shell and deflected it.
"He blocked it again! It's Student Landon's Level Two Technique, Solid Wall. He can use the core part of the shield to block the opponent's attacks. Even Nonosiva's Gaussian Cannon was deflected, "the commentator who was only prepared for the finals said hurriedly.
"This is a turtle shell!" Garon quickly looked at the time: eight minutes.
"We have to settle this immediately!"
Boom!
The black Gaussian Cannon roared again and the shell that had a cooldown time of ten seconds was fired again.
Without waiting for the next cooldown, Garon did not look at the result. He switched to the Laser Cannon and continued to fire.
For a moment, the white laser beams hit Landon's shield. The entire arena was Garon's one-sided attack while Landon was purely defending.
As the competition progressed, Garon's opponents became stronger and stronger. The consumption of his Willpower was also increasing. His Willpower was originally only at the middle level of the basic level and had not even reached Level One. After a few continuous battles, his Willpower was recovering and could not keep up with his expenditure.
Clang!
The Gaussian cannonball flashed with a black light and finally managed to deflect Landon's shield slightly, revealing the mecha's body behind it. Only then did everyone realize that the consecutive Gaussian cannonballs just now had all hit the same spot on the tower shield without much deviation.
"That's it …" Garon adjusted the Laser Cannon slightly and white light gathered at the muzzle.
It's over …
Tch!
Suddenly, the crescent white light on the control panel flashed and dimmed.
"Again!!" Garon suddenly felt that something was wrong. The Mech's maneuverability disappeared instantly and the Mech became abnormally slow and unresponsive again! "It's this time again!!" A hint of gloom flashed across his face.
Seconds and minutes passed. The white light from the Laser Cannon disappeared and everything returned to normal. Garon's white Mech stood quietly at the same spot, facing the black Mech opposite him. The arena fell into silence for a moment.
The black Mech looked at the shield in his hand and was silent for a while.
Ten seconds later.
"I surrender."
The black Mech, Landon's voice was heard.
The black Mech threw down his Tower Shield. Only then did the audience realize that his Tower Shield was now full of holes and it was almost pierced through directly. Obviously, this Tower Shield would be completely destroyed in a few more rounds. Surrendering now was just to make the loss look better.
'Winner, Class C5, Nonosiva!'
It was no longer the cold mechanical voice but the impassioned voice of the commentator.
A large number of students cheered. The students of Class C5 were even more excited.
On the other side, Fervale chopped off the right arm of his opponent's Mech. Sparks flew all over his body. It was obvious that his Mech was almost at its limit. Both Mechs were in tatters. He had won this victory by sheer endurance and perseverance.
'Winner, Class C5, Fervale!'
The same voice was heard. Fervale sat in his Mech and closed his eyes slightly. His face was pale and tired.
On the side screen of the floating airship in the sky. Class C5's ranking was once again stable at the ninth place. They had completely defeated the three challenger classes of the Losers Group.
Garon looked up at the ranking and felt some pressure in his heart. In the dangerous situation just now, if his opponents had continued to attack and did not give up, he might have been the one to lose.
His Willpower was too weak, causing the opponents he met to be harder to defeat. Without the support of abundant Willpower, he could only rely on the Moonfang's control and coordination. If he was faced with a battle of attrition like this, he might really be dragged to death.
"Willpower … I have to solve this problem as soon as possible." Recalling the times when he had dropped the ball at critical moments, Garon knew that it was because his Willpower was too weak.
The unstable state of the Moonfang made him unconfident when facing defensive opponents. If he did not solve this problem, it would be very troublesome for him in the Winners Group.
After coming out of the Mech, they celebrated and congratulated each other. Then, they went for a recovery massage and replenished their nutritional fluids. Until evening, the arena closed. Garon once again refused to celebrate with them. He left the arena alone and walked towards the dormitory.
The finals were on the third day. In the Winners Group, the top three would be chosen as the elites to enter the Academy this year. In the entire Winners Group, even the weakest one had mastered a Level Two technique. They were not easy to deal with.
Garon now had a rough idea of his own level. Under the situation where his Willpower was severely limited, he could only use his battle experience to use battle techniques that did not require Willpower. However, that was all. His Willpower limited him from prolonged battles and he could not use battle techniques that combined Willpower. It would be very difficult to deal with his opponents' Willpower techniques.
In the finals, he would have to be careful of the Moonfang's sudden drop of the ball if he was not careful.
"This is so troublesome …" On the way back, Garon kept looking at the changes in his Attribute Pane. The countdown timer kept shrinking.
"I can only think of a solution from the Secret Technique. The Peacock Technique's transformation should be able to use the White Peacock Stone to speed up and shorten the time."
Garon returned to the dormitory, closed the door and opened the terminal's address book. He looked for the bearded merchant's contact number. He immediately dialed it.
After a series of beeping sounds, the call was quickly connected.
"Calling so early? The goods haven't arrived yet. "The bearded merchant was puzzled.
"When will the second batch of goods arrive?" Garon did not beat around the bush and asked directly.
"If everything goes well, tomorrow noon. After all, they were shipped in from other regions. The quantity this time is a little too big."
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