Chapter 187: The God at the Mountain Peak

The two came out. Mo Yu looked at the little fatty with some surprise. He truly admitted he had been arrogant; he really hadn't expected this little fatty to be hiding his true strength. He had completely kept up with his firing frequency and precision, and in the end, he had even laid a trap for him. The moment he saw his Gray Reaper sway, his prediction was that the opponent had lost control under continuous operation, but it turned out the other had pulled off a retreat-fly-snipe.

"Not bad, Zuo Xiaotang, you've got some skills. You'd better be careful from now on!" Mo Yu laughed; having such an opponent wasn't lonely at all.

Zuo Xiaotang scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Luck, just luck."

"Haha, this isn't luck. You can't develop this kind of feel without a few years of foundation," Mo Yu shook his head earnestly.

"It's a habit from playing games with Hao Ge."

Mo Yu stopped laughing, his expression turning serious as he glanced at Li Hao returning to his seat.

The people from Tianjing Mecha were speechless. What was wrong with this guy? Why did he not even dare to crack a joke the moment Li Hao was mentioned?

"Well played, Zuo Xiaopang. I didn't expect you to have improved again. My pointers didn't go to waste," Lu Ying laughed. She, who hadn't been able to get a word in, could finally show her presence. Zuo Xiaotang nodded hurriedly, his little chubby face very happy. In fact, Zuo Xiaotang's foundation had always been very good, but he was afraid to operate or show it. Without the pressure of winning or losing, he could play freely instead. This was the reason he could obtain multiple A-grade shooting ratings; when it didn't matter if he won or lost, his courage was exceptionally high.

"Wuzang, there is plenty of time later. Let's hurry up, don't delay the Team Leader and Li Ge's important business," Chen Ang said. The Round Table Knights didn't come here to learn; they were here for Aofei. The Team Leader was already terrifyingly strong, but it still wasn't enough. The Round Table Knights had seen the big picture and were very clear about the terror of those top monsters on the Moon and Mars, and this year the situation had changed drastically compared to last year.

Wuzang nodded, and the two entered the training pods. The others also perked up. Chen Ang and?

Wuzang were both mainstays of their respective teams and also vanguard attackers. At the same time, they both came from Ancient Martial Arts Families. This battle would definitely be a real fight.

"Wuzang, go for it!" Tan Ziyuan and the others shouted. The people from the Round Table Knights all wore smiles.

At this moment, there were quite a few Tianjing Mecha students outside the team training room. By now, almost the entire school knew that the main force of the Round Table Knights team was visiting Tianjing Mecha. The sensation was inevitable. They must be playing a training match now. For such a showy event, there hadn't been any movement from the school beforehand.

Long Danni certainly knew, but this wasn't communication between schools; it was the team members' own decision. It must have been Li Hao's doing. Anyway, she let Li Hao handle it, because...?... She, a principal, was actually powerless in such matters. She had no standing in front of the principal of the Round Table Knights Military Academy. There was a chain of contempt in the principal circle too. Others had students borrowing the school's influence, but in her case, it was the other way around...

Wuzang and Chen Ang both chose the Armor Dragon Fighter. Although Tianjing Mecha didn't have much standing, Wuzang, as a Supernova, was still different. Even Chen Ang couldn't treat Wuzang as an ordinary competitor.

The two set the tempo. This was a fast-paced battle; they certainly knew what they were doing in their hearts.

The others all widened their eyes. Armor Dragon versus Armor Dragon. With the two's operations, the mechas and skill levels were very close. How to fight? How to win?

If they were in such a position, what kind of tactics should they use?

The same thoughts were not only with Zhou Naiyi and the others, but the same was true for the Round Table Knights side. Setting aside Li Hao, Wuzang was probably the only one who could go toe-to-toe with them.

"Wuzang, I'm making my move!" Chen Ang's confident voice rang out. Wuzang didn't respond, but the Armor Dragon's center of gravity lowered a bit more.

The Titanium Blades of the two Mobile Suits were unsheathed. The engine roar was deafening, yet neither was in a hurry to strike.

Chen Ang's Titanium Blade was held in a reverse grip, while Wuzang's Titanium Blade was in a Zero Type assault stance. Both had two opportunities for a Flash Strike with the Armor Dragon's performance. How to use them, how to fight?

Huo Ying was excited to see such a scene. Ma Long was a bit panicked. His panic was a contradiction.

A very contradictory one. He loved such showy scenes too much—on a stage under the spotlight, facing a powerful opponent, that feeling of being a king. But this was also the kind of hard battle with no room for maneuver that he disliked the most. Seeing the Round Table Knights, his awakened joy vanished instantly.

Zhou Naiyi's heart skipped a beat. Just from this opening, Chen Ang's mindset was more relaxed.

Boom...

A double-echo explosion rang out. Both Mobile Suits exploded into action simultaneously. Both Armor Dragons used their Flash Strike at the same time. A sonic boom in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere, the two Mobile Suits crossed paths. Pop, pop! Engines roared, the mechas swiveled and pulled back directly. Without any pause, both Armor Dragons charged at each other again. Boom... The second Flash Strike was used directly. Hum~~

Titanium Blades exploded with output. Terrifying power was released in the instant they crossed. The two Mobile Suits swapped positions. It could be seen that both mechas were swaying violently. On one hand, they had to control their center of gravity; on the other, they had to constantly dissipate force. This technique was a detail that descendants of Ancient Martial Arts would definitely use to help maintain physical stamina and operational space. That was why their resilience was stronger than ordinary Warriors.

Two heavy strikes exchanged; the two were completely evenly matched. The momentum of the Flash Strike was relatively large, but afterward, the mechas were both at their limits. In the short term, they couldn't use Flash Strike, which meant they wouldn't separate again.

Boom, boom...

The two Armor Dragon Fighters still didn't pause. Anyway, Ma Long and the others had blank minds, without a single thought. How could one win?

Boom...

Both Armor Dragons lunged forward simultaneously. One could even hear their roars. Bang... The mechas crossed together, but this time they didn't separate.

The entire training room was quiet. A curve appeared at the corner of Chen Ang's mouth. He flipped his Titanium Blade.

Zing...

Wuzang's Armor Dragon was decapitated. Meanwhile, Wuzang's lethal strike was aimed at the Cockpit. Chen Ang didn't dodge but used his left hand to hard-block Wuzang's blade. It didn't block it completely; the Titanium Blade pierced in, but this slight deviation meant it didn't hit the pilot. And Wuzang, whose weapon was stuck, had absolutely no room for maneuver.

Chen Ang wins!

Greg, Prussia, and Muni couldn't help but shout in praise. They could feel Wuzang's operation and terrifying resilience. Such an opponent was troublesome in a long battle and even harder to deal with in a fast one. This was where Chen Ang's terror lay. Although Greg was the Vice Captain and incredibly well-rounded, he was the brain, while Chen Ang was the sharp blade.

"Well played, Chen Ang!" Greg didn't stint on praise. It wasn't directed at anyone, but this match was of a high standard.

Wuzang walked out without a word. There was no fault in losing this match. That strike of his had deviated. This wasn't luck; the opponent had calculated from the very beginning that he would trade lives with him, and he hadn't prepared for that. To put it bluntly, he lacked experience in life-or-death situations.

Chen Ang also came out, his face still calm. He wasn't smug because he had beaten Wuzang. Chen Ang didn't need to prove anything.

The most shocked were the people from Tianjing Mecha. In Reality Mode, the lethality of that blade piercing into the interior of the mecha was truly terrifying. This would cause substantial impact. This guy actually played a counter-move at such a time; was he really not afraid of losing everything from one mistake?

This was why general training didn't use Reality Mode. Although current pilots had strong bodies and spirits, it was still easy to get injured if things went wrong, especially mental trauma. Except for not dying, the level of instantaneous pain was fully simulated.

Wuzang looked at Chen Ang, "Do you guys usually train like this?"

Chen Ang nodded and smiled, "What's this? Wuzang, not participating in the Tianqi Youth Class back then might be the biggest regret of your life. Only after seeing the god at the mountain peak do you know..."

Feeling Aofei's gaze, Chen Ang immediately shut his mouth, hurriedly lowering his head, not even daring to look at Li Hao.

"Wuzang, what Chen Ang wanted to say is that your level is actually already very high, but death

training is too rare. The S-Tournament, when played to the end, is actually about risking one's life. It's about the experience and courage of being on the edge of life and death. If you fear injury, you're sure to lose," Aofei explained.

The people from Tianjing Mecha were silent again. Lu Ying couldn't help but ask, "Don't tell me you guys usually practice using Reality Mode?"

Greg and the others showed very natural smiles on their faces and didn't answer.

Clearly, this was a given. Otherwise, how could the Round Table Knights team be the T1 Tier of the Solar System Alliance? And even so, it was only T1, not yet T0.

You think you have worked very hard, and you are even complaining about bad luck, but in fact, for some people, that is just the starting point.

"Shall we start?" Aofei looked at Li Hao. She had been looking forward to this for a long time.

Li Hao nodded, "How do you want to fight?" According to Aofei's habits, there must be some directionality; he was just a prop.

"Second Brother, don't use a weapon," Aofei said very directly.

"What?" Huo Ying was stunned, "Idol, are you sure? What's the point of fighting then?"

Ma Long and the others were also dumbfounded. This... they had seen people with requests, but never one who made this kind of request.

Greg, Prussia, and Muni also couldn't believe their ears. Was this something their Team Leader, Six Dragons Aofei, would say?

Without a weapon, then what are they fighting?

Chen Ang and Mo Yu, however, were full of excitement. This only showed that the Team Leader was going to get serious. It was a bit "wow."

Li Hao shrugged indifferently, just as he was about to enter the training room, Aofei couldn't help but urge, "Remember to help me find the problems!"

Li Hao waved his hand helplessly; sigh, he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, but thinking that they didn't want money, Li Hao felt a bit more at ease.

Li Hao chose Black Night Saber, but did not bring Blood Moon.

Aofei chose Shadow Athena... how does this look like they are just playing casually?

Ma Long and the others couldn't hold back, "What is this fight?" "Say, does Aofei have a grudge against Hao Ge? Did the two have a history?" Only Ma Laoshi would ask such things; in an instant, he imagined a childhood sweetheart story where Hao Ge abandoned her, and Aofei returned as a goddess to settle the score. A ten-thousand-word plot seemed to have passed, but no one paid attention to Ma Long. Behind him, Sheng Man stepped on Ma Long's foot, "If you don't know how to talk, then don't."

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