For Anda, an outstanding military officer from the First Military Academy's mecha department, his trip to Ewha University in Year 66 of the Constitutional calendar was an unerasable stain on the very beginning of his career as a professional soldier. This stain would follow him throughout his life, and would be brought up from time to time. This was because later on, everyone in the Federation knew that the Xu Le in the black mecha opposite him was just a rookie who had participated in a real battle for the first time.
At that time, Anda had been operating the blue-black mecha, and under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, he had even turned his thumbs upside down, smugly and pretended to be cold as he stared back at the gazes of the tens of thousands of people blocked off by the walls of the battle room. He had even hoped that the gazes of those students from Ewha University who only knew how to scold others would be as angry as possible, because the other side would not dare to fight anyway, so they would only have the right to be looked down upon by him.
At this time, the main comms channel had already been shut down due to his scolding. He did not know that the countless people outside the battle room had already fallen silent, so when he heard the synthetic voice of the system inside his mecha announce that the battle request had been accepted, he was dazed for a moment, and only then did he remember to look at the third-vision screen.
He saw a black mecha, and also saw that black mecha's middle finger. Thus, Anda began his habitual frenzy and rage, preparing to use his mecha's thick and heavy mechanical arm to make an even more lethal gesture, but in the end... he found that the other had already charged over.
Anda's blue-black mecha did not react at all, because in any of the mecha battle practice he had experienced, both sides would always have to exchange a few words out of habit. If they were not on good terms, they might still use machine language to express a few cordial greetings to the other's family, but there had never been anyone who would act like a shrew and immediately start a fight with the other.
That black mecha had done just that, and it had done it thoroughly, silently and heroically pouncing over. While Anda was completely unresponsive, the mecha's leg kicked viciously at the base of the blue-black mecha's mechanical leg.
"Sneak attack! Shameless sneak attack! " An Da cursed loudly in the cockpit, but he was completely unable to stop the powerful vibrations. The ringing in his ears caused him to be unable to control the mecha that was crashing towards the ground due to the momentary malfunction of the balance sensor.
The blue-black mecha landed heavily on the hard metal floor with a loud thud. The powerful impact had been mostly neutralized by the ingenious shock-absorbing design of the mecha, and the tough training in the First Military Academy had also allowed An Da to dispel the dizziness in his head in the shortest amount of time possible. After confirming that his mecha had not received any real damage, he furiously and rapidly keyed in commands. As long as this blue-black mecha in front of him did not continue to act so shamelessly, he would definitely be able to turn the tables.
Piloting the black mecha, Xu Le was taken aback for a moment. Then, he believed that this seemingly cold and arrogant mecha before him was indeed a rookie. Since that was the case, why should he be polite? His fingers swiftly keyed in commands on the touch screen, and the mecha beneath him threw out a heavy punch, smashing viciously at the blue-black mecha's lower abdomen.
Still at the position where the balance sensor was hidden, the black mecha's mechanical arm swung its alloy fist, making a strange turn in the air. Following the angle of the first kick, it smashed downwards at a forty-two degree angle to the right of the mecha's front.
One punch, one punch, one punch.
The strong vibrations and the slight deviation of the balance sensor caused student Anda, who was angrily transmitting commands in an attempt to get the mech to retaliate, to be dumbfounded. This was because he found that every time he was about to adjust the parameters of the M37 mech, the opponent's fist would always interrupt the process of resetting the balance parameters.
Amidst the crackling of electricity, the blue-black mecha kept trying to grab onto the ground, trying to counterattack, trying to stand up. However, as the black mecha's fists continued to fall, it displayed a tragic scene of cramping.
There were many types of mecha duels. Under different backgrounds and environments, duels with different degrees of realism would naturally have different degrees of intensity. Today, the First Military Academy was visiting Pear Blossom University. Although they had generously shipped three mecha over and had also prepared an internal mecha duel performance, the mecha's long-range weapon systems had all been dismantled. The M-series prototype mecha Xu Le was currently operating did not have any offensive weapons, so the battle between the two of them was actually the most primitive form of close combat.
And it was very obvious that after being taught combat by Uncle Feng Yu for four years, Xu Le was best at this aspect. In the past year or so, he had crammed in his basic knowledge at Pear Blossom University, and had found all the mecha blueprints for the first half of the M-series in Area H. Coincidentally, the last series of these blueprints was the M37... with his outstanding mechanical instincts and talent, as well as his rich practical experience, Xu Le was incomparably familiar with that M37 mecha. Under his gaze, this blue-black mecha actually did not have those complicated and tough armour on the outside. It was more like a naked object with only an alloy skeleton and a control system.
He had already gained the upper hand, successfully finding the M37's weakest link. Under these circumstances, if that blue-black mecha could still stand up, Uncle Feng would probably be so angry that he would be reborn from that beam of white light once more to come out and give Xu Le a good beating.
Xu Le was a sinister person, but he was not born with the temperament of a hooligan. The opponent's perceived sneak attack was a very normal reaction in his eyes. Since the combat training had already begun, what was there to wait for? The blue-black mecha was already on the ground, so he naturally had to continue attacking until the opponent lost all mobility or until the system judged that he had won. Whether it was the level 6 virtual test in Area H1 or his nightly combat training with Tai Zhiyuan, he was used to starting silently and ending peacefully. He had never considered the concept of a sneak attack.
This was a very sincere, wooden, and stubborn attitude. Coupled with the nameless rage and gloominess he had accumulated over the past few days, it formed the ugly image of the black mecha hammering away at the blue-black mecha's thigh.
The black M-prototype mecha's power output had already reached 80%. As the instructions entered on the touchscreen screen, it became the mecha's alloy fists that did not know exhaustion, gradually surpassing the sound of the wind. Meanwhile, under the black mecha's fists, the blue-black mecha trembled incessantly. It clearly had not suffered any irreversible damage, but it would never be able to stand up again, only able to be beaten up in agony.
With a crisp crack, a small crack finally appeared in the armour at the base of the blue-black mecha's mechanical leg. The mecha's internal balance sensors could no longer withstand the torrential downpour of power, but also the stubborn precision of an old farmer. After a puff of green smoke, they officially stopped working.
In the quiet combat room, the system's voice rang out. The black M-prototype mecha was unquestionably the victor. Xu Le operated his mecha to retreat five metres. He still thought that right now, only he and the blue-black mecha opposite him were in the combat room. He had no idea that everything that had just happened had already fallen into the eyes of countless people.
The cheers and whistles in the comprehensive gymnasium were already ringing out like a boiling sea. Only Xu Le was completely unaware of this.
The blue-black M37 climbed up pathetically from the metal floor. In the end, it completed the reset of its numerical values, forcibly interrupting the automatic posture adjustment program that the balance sensors were responsible for, changing the mecha's semi-automatic control to full manual control. This blue-black mecha finally stood up, but full manual control was equivalent to half a cripple in close combat.
Small, dust-like curly hair floated in the mecha's cockpit, and at the same time, Anda's angry roar drifted in the air. He had never felt so vexed in his entire life. The opponent's operation level was clearly just so-so. Other than the initial attack speed that had been frighteningly fast, the rest of it was just average. He even looked a little stupid, only knowing how to stupidly let the mecha punch him, not knowing at all that he should attack the more fragile and important parts of the mecha...
But it just so happened that he did not know whether the opponent had gotten lucky or not, but the mecha's vibrations would always affect the recalibration of the balance sensors at critical moments, making it impossible for him to carry out any effective operations! Just like that, he lost to a prototype mecha operated by a student from a university? At this time, Anda even had suicidal thoughts. He gripped his own curly hair in agony, glaring furiously at that clumsy-looking black mecha.
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"Of course it's not a coincidence. Although this black M-prototype mecha's operations are not all that great, no matter who is operating this mecha, to be able to attack 147 times in a row, including that initial kick with the mechanical leg, to be able to accurately hit the same spot, and all at the exact same angle... that can only mean that this person is very strong, very strong."
Outside the mecha combat room, the people from the First Military Academy and the teachers from Ewha University had two completely different expressions on their faces. Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes at the slightly sluggish black mecha on the screen, and said to those indignant companions beside him who had accused Ewha University of launching a sneak attack on that mecha of theirs.
"We all know where the M37's biggest flaw is, but who would have thought of exploiting this flaw? No one, because the difficulty of operating this way is too high... although there is no long-range weapon system added in today's battle, making the possibility of the black mecha operating this way much greater, none of us can guarantee that every command we input will be executed accurately by the mecha. This requires confidence in one's own analysis of the brain, and also requires quick judgment of every angle change... a person without confidence would never choose such a stubborn battle method. "
"A confident and strong mecha warrior. I now understand a little why the principal made us sacrifice our holidays to come to Ewha University to perform. Looks like no matter where we are, there will always be someone worth learning from. "
The ace student of the First Military Academy's Mecha Department, Zhou Yu, smiled and walked towards the mecha combat room. Behind him, the shouts of the Ewha University students in the multi-purpose museum were like military orders, urging his footsteps forward. He knew that today's matter was Anda's fault from the very beginning, but as a soldier, in front of so many people, he had to ensure that the First Military Academy's glory would not be tarnished in the slightest.
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