The other had said please, so Xu Le very naturally followed up with, "Please... wait a moment."
It had to be said that even the same type of soup could produce a different taste of cabbage — this was the problem of the ingredients. The students of the First Military Academy were all very proud people, but the temperament this pride displayed was completely different. Piloting the blue and black mecha, An Dakui appeared frivolous and manic, while Zhou Yu appeared rather elegant.
Hearing the voice in his ear, Zhou Yu smiled faintly. Looking at the black mecha that was barely maintaining its balance on the monitor screen, he said softly, "Okay."
He did not know what the person in the black mecha wanted him to wait for — perhaps it was to buy some time to rest, or perhaps it was to think of a way to defeat him? Absolute confidence allowed Zhou Yu to calmly and unhurriedly display the demeanor of a student of the First Military Academy. Meanwhile, inside the black mecha, Xu Le really did seem to be resting. The mecha stood blankly against the wall for a long time, not making any movements at all.
The long period of silence and the pause of the battle, as well as the strange atmosphere in the combat room, was displayed on the large screen of the multi-purpose gymnasium. Finally, it was noticed by those students who had been clapping incessantly in the multi-purpose gymnasium, holding their breaths and cheering for the black mecha. The applause gradually died down, returning to an incomparable silence. Everyone stared in surprise at the two motionless mecha on the screen, not knowing what had happened.
Shi Qinghai was rubbing his scalded fingers together in boredom, his delicate eyebrows furrowed beautifully. Suddenly, his attention was drawn by the strange movements in his surroundings. He glanced curiously at the screen, and after a moment of silent observation, he guessed a bit about the exchange between the two mecha operators in the combat room. He could not help but laugh, thinking that at this moment, Zhou Yu would definitely give the other as much tolerance as possible to show his own demeanor. Sure enough, people from the First Military Academy were all so cocky. But what was that black mecha trying to do? The difference in strength was too great. Even if he continued to ponder in silence, the black mecha would not be able to defeat the silver mecha controlled by Zhou Yu in such a short amount of time. Unless that young master in the black mecha suddenly exploded with a mini universe.
In a small villa not too far away from the general training center, Tai Zhiyuan was also holding a cup of coffee as he watched the silent battle between the two mecha on the screen with great interest. One of the two combatants was a "friend" he did not know about, while the other was his future subordinate. He was very clear about the strength of both parties and their personalities. He was all smiles as he prepared to watch Xu Le fall and get back up, and then fall again. It was just like those hot-blooded space dramas that lass from Department 23 had acted out.
At this moment, the black mecha that had been silent for a long time suddenly moved.
Shi Qinghai narrowed his eyes. The people in the multi-purpose museum watched nervously. Tai Zhiyuan, who was in the small villa, smiled and drank his coffee. He bent his left thumb on the armrest and counted softly in his heart, "One …"
Only six seconds. Tai Zhiyuan believed in his judgment. Xu Le could only hold on for six seconds.
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In the second second, the black mecha and the silver mecha collided violently once again. However, this time, there was no clear and heavy sound of metal clashing. This was because in that split second where the naked eye could not see, the two damaged mechanical arms of the black mecha suddenly moved at a strange angle to seal the front of the silver mecha!
The silver mecha tore through the air like a blade. The right arm that was aiming straight for the black mecha's cockpit was blocked by the two damaged mechanical arms of the black mecha, which were even faintly emitting sparks. To be more precise, it was not a block, but a block. The angle between the two mechanical arms was particularly strange. They were radially outwards and just so happened to sandwich the silver mecha's mechanical arms in between!
The silver mecha's attack caused the armour of the two mecha's mechanical arms to rub against each other incessantly, making a heart-palpitating sizzling sound. The tremendous force of impact was all concentrated in this area of close contact, causing the two mecha to tremble at the same time. They were sent flying a distance of more than ten centimetres from the metal floor!
Inside the silver mecha, Zhou Yu was rather surprised by the opponent's control precision and speed, but he did not find it particularly strange. This was because he had already noticed earlier that the opponent had a very strange reaction speed. His control should not have been so poor in the first place.
The black mecha's clumsy movements were successfully captured in that split second. It no longer had to face the silver mecha's high speed operation and nimble mecha footwork, thus concealing its own strengths to the greatest extent. This seemed simple, but in reality, it was extremely difficult. This was because the metal-powered nature of the mecha meant that the operator was destined to be unable to command the slightest movements of the mecha as if it were their own body. In mecha battle operations, there had never been such standard movements that resembled human combat.
The black mecha retreated, using both arms to block. It was completely like a human who had trained in a self-cultivation hall for countless years, not like a cold and emotionless machine at all.
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The students who were nervously watching the screen in the comprehensive gymnasium did not understand the difficulty hidden behind this simple movement of the black mecha. They only found that the black mecha, which had been on the verge of collapse, had not only stood up, but had also successfully blocked the silver mecha's attack for the first time. This fact allowed them to see a sliver of hope for Li Hua University's victory, and they could not help but erupt into a burst of enthusiastic cheers.
However, Zhou Yu understood. Those students from the First Academy's Mecha Department understood. Shi Qinghai and Tai Zhiyuan also understood. They could not help but feel somewhat surprised.
Zhou Yu did not know how the person in the black mecha had been able to make a cold and emotionless machine complete that movement so smoothly like a human. Similarly, he did not know how the opponent could have a reaction speed faster than his own. But despite his surprise, this ace student of the First Military Academy did not feel a trace of worry in his heart. Calmly watching the various data feeds on the monitor screen, his eyes even flashed with a hint of a smile.
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The fourth second.
Another change.
The two mecha, which had been locked in a stalemate, suddenly shook violently for a moment. The arm of the silver mecha, which had been firmly blocked by the black mecha, once again reached forward! The alloy fist, gleaming with a cold light, was aimed directly at the most fatal part of the mecha, the cockpit. Of course, in this sort of system-monitored battle, it was impossible to allow true death to occur between the mecha. However, if the silver mecha could really use some kind of power to strike the cockpit, the system would naturally judge the silver mecha as the victor.
This was the source of Zhou Yu's calm confidence. Whether the black mecha's strange block had been done subconsciously or if it really had some strange control method, Zhou Yu did not care. The mechanical arms of the two mecha were entangled. The silver mecha had lost its high-speed mobility and seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in reality, this battle was completely a test of both parties' micro-operations in a small space, as well as the power of their own mecha's power system. In these two aspects, Zhou Yu was very confident. The black mecha was not a match for him. When it came to micro-operations, Zhou Yu's standard was far beyond that of the average person. Meanwhile, the silver mecha was an enhanced version of the M37, so its own power output was much higher than the M prototype …
Following the full output of the Jingnong type's high-power batteries, the back of the silver mecha emitted an incomparably familiar, incomparably intimate hum. The powerful power output of the M37 allowed the silver mecha to advance once again, seemingly unstoppable. In particular, Zhou Yu's right hand continued to input commands on the touch screen, causing the silver mecha's mechanical arms to vibrate rapidly in the smallest possible range within 0.01 seconds, colliding endlessly with the black mecha's two mechanical arms. Knock knock knock …
Like a woodpecker pecking endlessly at a sturdy tree, gradually loosening the tree, or like the hand of an ancient giant, continuously striking at the crevices in the rock, causing the crevices in the rock to grow larger and larger …
A mecha's alloy mechanical arms would not tire, but under this sort of extremely small range of vibrations, there was no time to reset them. The black mecha could only watch as the crevice in front of it grew larger and larger, while the silver mecha's mechanical arms drew closer and closer, faster and faster …
It had to be admitted that the mecha combat ability of the ace students of the First Military Academy's mecha department was already at a very abnormal level.
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The sixth second.
Tai Zhiyuan's coffee cup paused by his lips. All five fingers on the sofa were already curled, his brow furrowed as he stared intently at the screen. That black mecha was on the verge of defeat, subconsciously feeling that something strange was about to happen.
Zhou Yu also felt it, because the opponent's black mecha had not reacted at all in these two seconds, as if it had already lost all confidence. All it could do was wait to be hit and then be judged as a failure by the system. However, Zhou Yu was sure that the person in the black mecha was not someone who would admit defeat so easily. An ominous feeling appeared in Zhou Yu's mind. His expression was calm, but his fingers began to move rapidly across the screen, adjusting the M37's power output to Instant Strike. At the same time, he made the lower half of the mecha's mechanical legs begin to bend slightly to change into Forward Mode …
The sound of electrical current and the sound of metal components coming together rang out. In the battle room, the trembling bodies of the two giant mecha seemed to freeze at the same time. The silver mecha's mechanical legs began to crouch, about to change into Forward Mode. Zhou Yu decided not to wait for that ominous possibility. He wanted to use this risky method to obtain more power output and ground grip in order to succeed in one hit.
However …
The black mecha which had been silent all this while seemed to have been waiting for this very moment. When the lower half of the silver mecha, Area 74C, shifted slightly to the back due to the mode change, the black mecha moved. Its thick mechanical legs moved, moving clumsily but decisively, becoming a black arc in the air. At a speed impossible to follow with the naked eye, at a precise 30 degree angle, it slashed viciously towards Area 74C of the lower half of the silver mecha!
This was a scene that should never appear in a mecha battle!
This was definitely a movement example that had never appeared in any mecha tutorial!
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The Federation's M-series mecha were all form two mecha. The heavy mechanical legs were mainly used to support the heavy load of the mecha itself, but they could also be changed into Forward Mode. Through the reassembly of the metal components, the mecha could move swiftly across the plains at a speed of more than 100 km/h. If required during wartime, tracks could also be temporarily installed to allow the mecha to smoothly cross those complicated swamps.
All in all, in the Federation's mecha design and usage philosophy, the mecha's pair of heavy mechanical legs played a rather important role. However, this role was mainly reflected in the aspects of structure and movement. In battle, the mecha's balance was even more important. Only by maintaining the mecha's balance could the mecha's three major systems be guaranteed a stable reference and reaction platform — because the mecha's requirements for this aspect were too high, whether in design or usage, the people of the Federation had always only installed the weapon systems on the upper half of the mecha. Very few people would have thought that those heavy and clumsy moving mechanical legs … could actually also be used as offensive weapons.
In the countless thousands of years of history, there must have been scientists or those strong pilots who had come from training halls who had considered whether the mechanical legs could play an important role in mecha battle. However, countless experiments and calculations had long proven that if the stability of the mecha was to be guaranteed, the flexibility of the mechanical legs would have to be sacrificed.
After all, a mecha was a machine. No matter how nimble a machine was, it still did not have the body of a human. It could not be like those special forces soldiers or training masters, who could leap through the forest and kick like a human … perhaps some beginners would enthusiastically attempt this, but what awaited them would definitely be complete failure. This was because a mecha that could not even maintain the most basic stability and balance, no matter how fancy it was to raise its legs, could only be blown to the ground by a gust of wind.
In true mecha special operations, it was naturally possible to use the mechanical legs to perform some actions that one would never normally do. However, that would only be done when one was already cornered into a desperate situation, which was why one would use such an extremely risky method.
The professors of the three major military academies and the West Woods Military Academy's mecha faculty had long come to the conclusion that to control a mecha as if it was one's own body, the mecha pilot would need to have the computing speed and control precision of a computer. A high-grade central control computer might be able to complete these actions, but the computer itself would not be able to possess the natural reaction and judgment abilities of a human …
Thus, the Federal military's mecha teaching materials had never contained content on this aspect. This was because this was an offensive method that did not pay for itself. This was an offensive method that required countless failures before it could succeed once. In other words, this was a very stupid offensive method.
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Zhou Yu had seen this type of mecha leg attack before. In the First Military Academy's mecha faculty, there was a junior who was often whimsical but incredibly stubborn. That junior had once spent half a year's time attempting to make a mecha able to use the mechanical legs to launch an attack off the ground, while at the same time maintaining a quick response method under the opponent's counterattack.
However, half a year later, that whimsical and incredibly stubborn junior had finally given up in resentment. Although even Zhou Yu admired that junior's talent, the consensus formed over countless years by the Human Federation was not something that just anyone could overturn.
Thus, when Zhou Yu saw that black silhouette of a mechanical leg cleaving towards him with extreme precision and power from the monitor screen, and when the black mecha's main body still maintained its stability, its two arms blocking the silver mechanical arm still in place … Zhou Yu actually subconsciously paused for a tenth of a second, his pupils constricting abruptly.
How had the opponent done it? Was it because half of the black mecha's body was leaning against the wall of the combat room? Or was it just a coincidence? Regardless of which it was, Zhou Yu would not actually feel panicked. This was because in countless mecha battles, there would always be some wondrous situations that would occur. And the next time, perhaps that pilot would not be able to use the same effect again — Zhou Yu himself had once unconsciously completed a beautiful roundhouse kick with his silver M37 during a mecha piloting experiment. At that time, he had been immensely excited. However, when he tried to repeat the process in the days after that, he found that out of a total of fourteen experiments, he had only succeeded twice.
Such a low success rate could not be used in actual combat at all. The cautious Zhou Yu had since then tossed this matter to the back of his mind. This was because he knew that with his … no, with the control ability of all the pilots in the Federation, they would not be able to make an attack from the lower half of a mecha become an effective method. Thus, Zhou Yu believed that the black mecha had only suddenly erupted in a desperate situation, and had been lucky enough to execute this kick, just like his own beautiful roundhouse kick all those years ago.
What truly made Zhou Yu feel immense pressure was the black mecha's reaction speed and calmness. The opponent seemed to have predicted all the developments of the battle from the very first second, knowing that the two mecha would definitely be in a stalemate. Meanwhile, the silver M37 would rely on its greater power to gain an irreversible advantage, while Zhou Yu himself would switch his mechanical legs to forward mode at the last moment to deliver the final blow …
The black mecha's reaction was too miraculous. In that instant when the silver mecha had switched mode, it had found a loophole in the armor of Area 74C, and had immediately attacked that area! The opponent had been silent all this time. Could it be that it had been waiting for this moment?
If that was true, this sort of forbearance, this sort of calmness, this sort of observation, and even this sort of gambling style of attack would make Zhou Yu feel an unprecedented pressure.
A chill flashed through Zhou Yu's heart, but he did not have time to think further. His narrowed eyes flashed, and the strength of an ace pilot burst forth in that instant. His fingers brushed past the touch screen so quickly that the naked eye could not see them clearly. His left mechanical arm, which had been left empty all this time due to his elegance, suddenly shot forward.
In a close-range battle between mecha without the firepower system, it was actually more like a primitive fight. The only things that were competing were brute force and speed — in other words, the power of the mecha and the pilot's control ability. At this moment, the black mecha's storm-like kick attack surprised Zhou Yu greatly. He needed to compete in speed with the opponent — as long as he could hit the opponent's cockpit faster than the opponent by just a hair, then he would still be the victor in this battle.
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The sixth second was finally over.
Unsurprisingly, this kick of the black mecha's that no one had expected was like a poplar tree that had been uprooted by a strong gust of wind, or like a giant white wave that had struck the dam of Linhai province and then spat it out again. It accurately and heavily struck the lower half of the silver mecha's body, hitting Area 74C. With a loud crack, the clumsy black alloy mechanical leg struck the area where the silver mecha had temporarily lost its defensive capabilities, leaving a shocking wound!
Electrical sparks lit up the combat room. On the lower half of the silver mecha's body, countless metal wires and pipes were tragically broken!
At the same time, the silver mecha's pair of mechanical arms had successfully broken through the black mecha's defences, striking viciously at the black mecha's abdomen where the cockpit was located. With a series of crackling sounds, the translucent cockpit door was severely deformed, and web-like cracks began to extend endlessly!
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White smoke began to fill the combat room, obscuring all vision. After a moment of silence, the system's electronic voice rang out once more. It was a very straightforward and simple judgment.
"Same."
The combat room fell into a strange silence. The two heavily damaged mecha had already left combat mode, facing each other silently.
After the silver mecha's left mechanical leg had suffered that powerful blow, its structural system had been completely destroyed. The entire body of the mecha was already half-tilted, and it had lost all ability to move. A moment later, the silver mecha's cockpit door opened. Zhou Yu stared blankly at the thick smoke in front of him, as if he wanted to see the black mecha that was so close to him clearly.
The black mecha's cockpit door had already cracked open inch by inch. However, the smoke-filled room made it impossible to see the pilot's true appearance on the other side of the smoke. Zhou Yu frowned slightly. In combat mode, the maximum attack power output was limited, especially the attack aimed at the cockpit. Why had the opponent's cockpit door been completely shattered? He did not know if the other person was fine. He was somewhat worried, but he did not know that the black mecha's cockpit door was a temporary backup that had been installed today.
"Are you okay?" shouted Zhou Yu towards the other side of the smoke.
After a long time, a few coughs came from the other side of the smoke, and a voice rang out. "You're really strong. I thought that kick would hit you. You shouldn't have been able to hit me in time."
Zhou Yu could hear the sincerity in the other's voice, and could not help but smile slightly. However, his smile was somewhat bitter. He had confirmed that the other was just a beginner, but seemed to have some kind of talent. He looked at the gradually dissipating smoke, frowning as he asked, "You're a student of Ewha University? How did you do that kick just now? Do you want to come to our academy to learn some basic knowledge? "
Zhou Yu had only said this subconsciously, but then he smiled and shook his head, saying, "Today, you've already become the hero of Ewha University. I think that Principal Cong will not let a talent like you leave."
Their previous conversation and their current shouts through the smoke were all limited to the combat room. The countless people in the comprehensive hall could not hear them at all. The voice on the other side of the smoke suddenly became confused. "What hero?"
"You don't know?" Zhou Yu looked at the gradually dissipating smoke in puzzlement.
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...
The air system in the combat room was operating at full capacity, and the smoke instantly thinned by a lot. The alloy ceiling in the sky slowly opened, and ear-splitting cheers could be heard from below. Sitting in the black mecha, Xu Le watched all this in a daze. Suddenly, he cried out, and at the same time, the black mecha also began to move rapidly.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, Zhou Yu heard the sound of electric current coming from the other side, and was even more puzzled. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the other's broken cabin door, wanting to see clearly what this strange fellow looked like... but all he saw was a pair of heavily damaged alloy fists firmly blocking the cabin door!
The comprehensive hall was already filled with thunderous cheers. The students of Ewha University and the other academies in the university town were all in a state of excitement. They never would have thought that the seemingly dying black mecha would not only stubbornly stand up, but even fight to a draw with the ace student of the First Military Academy in the end!
On the rostrum, Principal Cong, the professors and lecturers of Ewha University were all very gratified. Even the leader of the First Military Academy, Professor Cong, was very happy. A draw was the best result, at least they did not have to offend that young man.
The ceiling of the combat room slowly opened, and the smoke gradually dispersed. Countless gazes were cast in that direction. Countless people wanted to know which department of Ewha University student was sitting in the mysterious black mecha. No matter what kind of person this student was in the past, after today, he would definitely become a legendary figure that countless students would never forget.
Principal Cong smiled as he looked in that direction, thinking that tonight was the Double Moon Festival Ball, and the successor of the Tai family had chosen such an appearance a few hours in advance. Perhaps the heavens had arranged it better.
However, what surprised everyone was that when the smoke dispersed, they only saw a heavily damaged silver mecha, and a black mecha using its alloy fists to block the cracked cabin door, turning its body around, and running towards the gradually opening door at the back of the combat room!
No one could clearly see who was inside the black mecha. Even when the screen was zoomed in to the nearest, there was still no way to see who was inside.
This scene was engraved in the memories of many people, because after a soul-stirring mecha battle drill, they had seen the black M-prototype mecha they had hailed as a hero clutching its abdomen and limping away like a shameless thief, fleeing in an incomparably wretched and terrified manner...
Because of this scene, the comprehensive gymnasium instantly fell into an incomparable silence. Beside the passageway, Shi Qinghai opened his mouth wide as he looked at the back of the mecha that was running away like a dog. He suddenly cursed and hurriedly blew on his fingers that had been burned by the cigarette butt.
On the sofa of the small villa, Tai Zhiyuan stared blankly at the screen, thinking that if the black mecha were to act, it would definitely become a Nebula Award winner. This scene of running away while holding its stomach was so much like a pitiful person who had eaten something bad … Thinking of this, as someone of noble status, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of coffee, and almost laughed out loud in a manner that did not match his status.
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