Chapter 456

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"Please lower the gun barrel by 5°, yes, that's perfect, if you fire like that……"

"Bang!"

A spark flashed from the muzzle; since the holder was not its master, the shark‑tooth pellet followed an ordinary firearm's trajectory straight into the sky, and within seconds a huge bird in the distance suddenly fell.

In Belzebu's astonished gaze, Meipu Bohan praised Aomo in his signature flat tone: "Perfect hit, Master's hand is steadier than expected, just like a veteran sniper."

"Actually, it's just some basic shooting skills," Aomo, having put down the Lotus Root, examined the fallen damned bird, then immediately returned it to Belzebu, "As for the rest… let 553 keep your hand in shape."

"553?" Bohan looked somewhat confused.

And Belzebu oddly scrutinized his own beloved gun that his partner had just used.

The gun normally used for close combat, in his partner's hands was instead used as a hunting rifle, and it actually hit……

Well, the weapons of Ultimate-level Digimon always somewhat exceed the norm; even if it looks like a double-barreled rifle, her beloved gun Lotus Love Gun can also be used for long range, but for the Belstar Beast, that way of using it is neither imposing nor cool.

Rather than watching prey fall from a distance, she prefers to get up close and see a few more holes appear on the opponent's body.

But right now, seeing that Parrot Beast in the distance trying to flutter and buffer, it still fell toward an unreachable data stream, bursting into countless particles… She didn't even think her partner's unboosted shot could take down that damned bird.

I'm just surprised that my partner's arm can withstand the recoil of my beloved gun and remain so steady when firing.

Clearly, you haven't even used his card yet, have you?

She asked, "Should I go in for the finish?"

"No need, this can serve as that guy's lesson for trying to intimidate us."

Just thinking that a few minutes ago that guy still dared to charge over and howl, yet was frightened by my gesturing for the Witch Beast to evolve and hastily retreated, Aomo also didn't expect to encounter this while surfing the net with Bopang.

Indeed, bird-type Digimon are usually hot-headed, so the minority like Aguila Beast (also called Eagle Beast) are more rational.

But this isn't the land of the Digital World, yet running into such a sudden intruding Digimon is truly somewhat unexpected.

It can only be said that the Federation's policy is probably too lenient, allowing this lot to run wild in the data world beyond their home turf.

Soak in hot water for five minutes, then in ice water for five minutes, repeat three times back and forth; this is how hand feel was maintained in the early days of esports, when it was still just keyboard and mouse. Aomo continued to explain the technique he had mentioned earlier to Bopang, after all, the child's curiosity in his eyes was never concealed.

But ordinary people might also find it hard to interpret the feeling from that.

Although modern esports has moved into another realm, this hand-care regimen remains effective.

Soaking in hot water prevents tendonitis and joint fatigue; soaking in ice water maintains nerve reaction speed; this is a universal maintenance technique for all professions involving hand use.

Only a few extreme professionals even regularly pour ice water over their wrists, but that before the Reformation era had a hint of over-exploitation.

Do I also need to perform this operation?

No, what you need is more standard, precise arm swinging, not finger rhythm.

Aomo didn't think Bopang's unconscious idea of applying this to training was wrong; he was merely correcting a misunderstanding in understanding, which made the bored girl beside them, idly twirling her gun, give them a subtle look, while he continued unconcerned:

Leg athletes have another maintenance plan; perhaps you should go through a round of leg care and acupressure before a match.

Isn't that acupuncture?

"... if you're willing."

Bringing up this topic, the trainer's expression became somewhat subtle.

In fact, I don't really trust the acupuncturist at the institute's medical office; her reputation among the trainers isn't optimistic.

Understood, recorded in the memory file.

"Just write down the reputation; the truth still needs to be verified with one's own eyes." Aomo made a slight correction.

Understood! Added a note.

I say, you two idiot trainer horse girls," the black-clad cowgirl said, looking somewhat speechless at the two of them, "we've already missed three rounds of large servers; you can chat about whatever, but can we change the location?

Standing still also makes you easy to attack!

After all, she evolved into a Belstar Beast specifically to act as a bodyguard; although she doesn't reject the traditional relationship of Digital Beasts protecting their partners, she actually likes it—after all, it's only natural for the cowgirl big sister to protect her little brother.

But unfortunately, her partner is not her little brother, and doesn't need her protection.

And the true target of protection is Bopang.

For this horse girl, who doesn't communicate much, her impression remains stuck at "a dazedness like an Andulu Beast," but being a bit dazed isn't a big deal, especially since the other party seems quite gifted in shooting—just moments ago, by verbally adjusting the angle, she let her partner shoot down a Parrot Beast hovering over a kilometer up in midair.

The latter hasn't made a move yet, probably afraid to retaliate.

She has been scouting the surroundings; in this public network realm, there are ever-changing data channels, as well as countless passing network users.

Among them are not a few passersby who stop to stare at her, her partner, and Bopang, giving her a very unpleasant feeling.

But at that moment, she heard her partner's reply:

"It's only convenient here for the other party to confirm our coordinates, Belstar Beast."

"We don't need to join those servers; we just need to stand in the most conspicuous public area and wait for a door to open."

"How long will that take?"

"At shortest a few minutes; at longest, it might already be over."

"Then how long do we have to wait?"

Even with a black mask covering half her face, the girl's three eyes still showed the same disdain.

"Five minutes, then—five minutes should let Morrison finish confirming Chaldea's new announcement—oh, here it comes."

Aomo said, looking at the data gate that abruptly unfolded before his eyes, on which the three interconnected diamond-shaped Chaldea logos were quite conspicuous.

Thus he waved at Bopang and the Belstar Beast:

"Ladies, let's follow."

——

"Cool! Even the Outstanding Pause and Golden Ancient Bridge cards are here!"

"Take a look at this one, the Behemoth that just finished charging in the Gospel class not long ago!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

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"And this one, the monster Gomora loved by children! I also have a mechanical version of Gomora!"

"Cool!"

"In Chaldea's online waiting room, Morgan and Ai'ermeluo Ershi still maintained their original left-right seats, but the Master who should have sat in the middle had already moved to sit beside the guest opposite."

"He told me he would return to his former appearance in about a week." Morgan's face was expressionless.

"Not needing even a day is also a great gain, Lady."

Ai'ermeluo Ershi strained to keep a pained expression from showing.