"Why am I so crazy?" DeWitt laughed angrily, and his attacks became more ruthless, showing no mercy at all because his opponent was his friend. "Ask yourself, you know better!" he said with a sneer.
"How do I know!" Garfiel frowned as he crossed his arms to block Devitt's long kick.
In fact, he started to think about this issue when DeWitt punched him for the first time, but no matter how much he thought about it, he never imagined what he had done to make DeWitt so angry.
DeWitt didn't bother to explain to him, and just let go of his hands and feet, punching and kicking his former friend.
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On the other side, Ans Ayer has entered the examination room in advance. Before the assessment officially begins, candidates have about ten minutes to debug the mecha.
After being automatically transported into a separate space for assessment, Ansel blinked inexplicably at the empty venue. Just when he was a little confused, the cold and mechanical electronic synthesized sound of the assessment system came to his ears.
[Identity confirmed, candidate number E190ff, please select mecha type—]
Why does he feel that this kind of electronic synthesized sound is kind of familiar... A look of confusion flashed across Ans Ayer's eyes. Shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Ansel quickly selected the mecha on the light screen in front of him.
[The selection is successful, the mecha (balanced type) is being generated.]
In the blink of an eye, a silver mecha with metallic luster appeared in front of Ans Al's eyes. The mecha generated by the system looks very mediocre. Every part is bland and standard, with nothing outstanding about it. The level of this featureless mecha is obviously not going to be high.
Naturally, the mechas used for the assessment cannot be high-end goods. In order to accurately test the true strength of the assessors, the mecha data provided by the academy in the assessment system is only the most common standard mecha with level C.
The mecha options provided by the assessment system only adjust the numerical bias, such as agility type, strength type, etc. Make the mecha more suitable for the user's habits, allowing the user to fully unleash their strength.
After appreciating this crystallized product of highly developed technology for a moment, Ansel entered the cockpit of the mecha.
[Loading the energy system... The transmission system is loading... The operating system is loading... The master control system is loading!]The loading of such a long list of systems only took less than 5 seconds.
Hearing that the main control system was loaded, Ans Aier started to operate it tentatively. At home, because he was a bad guy with no limits, his father never allowed him to touch those mechas, or even let him see them. So even though he was born in the Marshal's Mansion, Ansel had never seen a real mecha, let alone touched it.
In fact, he had only learned about this kind of thing that was completely isolated in front of him on the Star Network.
The mecha moved a little stiffly, because the operator was a novice and had difficulty maintaining balance. He staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.
Realizing that he almost fell, the mecha paused for a moment as if thinking. After a slight adjustment, I took two more steps forward, but this time it was very stable. The originally clumsy and somewhat ridiculous movements of the mecha quickly became more flexible, and in the end it even felt smooth and natural.
If the previous mecha was a baby that could not walk yet and was still babbling, then now it is an adult who can be called agile.
With his strong mental power, Ansel became proficient in operating the mecha at a speed that could almost be said to reach the sky in one step. This is why DeWitt thought that his younger brother was unlikely to fail when he heard that the assessment content was a virtual mecha battle.
The influence of mental power on mechas is unimaginable. After excluding the influence of the physical level, the mental level plays a decisive role in the level of the mecha user that can control the mecha, as well as the level of operating the mecha. Strong mental power will even have an amplifying effect on the mecha you use.
There is even a saying spread among the stars -
What determines your destiny is never your birth, but your spiritual power level!
How many people are unconvinced but at the same time have no choice but to admit the correctness of this sentence.
Ans Al, who has the top 3S level mental power in the interstellar, has never had to worry about his mental power. What has been holding him back has always been the weak system.
Under Ans El's enthusiastic study, this standard mecha was easily analyzed. The ten minutes of preparation time came just in time.
[The assessment begins—]
The moment the synthesized sound fell, a mecha with a similarity of 90% appeared on the opposite side. Operated by Zhi Nao, it faced off against the mecha controlled by Ans Al in an orderly manner.
Ansel looked over and subconsciously used his mental power to analyze the opponent's mecha. The powerful mental power swept away, and the mecha's performance and weaknesses were all deciphered. He operated the mecha and rushed forward. Without giving Zhi Nao time to react, the energy beam lightsaber in his hand skillfully hit the weak point of the mecha. The movements are continuous and rapid.
The weak point was struck, and the fragile C-class mecha suddenly fell apart. The parts fell to the ground, leaving only a lonely cockpit intact.
The total fighting time did not exceed 10 seconds, and the winner was decided almost instantly. For Ansel, who had been given a powerful plug-in, beating a mecha controlled by his brain was on the same level of difficulty as beating a little friend.
After hearing the passing prompt, the parts on the opposite side were scattered all over the floor, and the rather miserable-looking mecha disappeared immediately. What reappeared in front of Ans El was a new mecha.
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"Hey, DeWitt, that's enough!" Garfiel pinned DeWitt to the ground with his back on his back. His neat clothes were slightly messy due to the fierce battle.
After the first punch, he was not hit by DeWitt again. It was just that the fight was too fierce and he inevitably messed up his clothes and hairstyle. Realizing that his image at the moment was a bit embarrassing, this man who paid attention to his appearance felt particularly unhappy.
"Calm down?"
His hands were tied behind his back and he was pinned to the ground. DeWitt's handsome face was pressed against the cold ground. Compared to Garfiel, he was much more embarrassed. The black hair soaked in sweat was stuck to her cheeks, and the exposed skin on her body was bruised and purple. There were several holes in the straight military uniform, several buttons of the jacket were missing, and the white shirt inside the wide open military jacket was exposed.
It had been a long time since the hot-headed morning fight with Garfield, and DeWitt's extremely angry mood gradually cooled down as he vented it out and as time went by.
He lay on the ground and gasped for air. Big beads of sweat fell from his forehead and landed on the ground, immediately soaking the opposite side with a small water stain. He closed his eyes and took a breath for a moment before nodding. He signaled to his friend that he had calmed down.
"Can you tell me what happened now?" Garfiel relaxed his hold on DeWitt and squinted his eyes, looking down at his friend on the ground. If he didn't give him a reasonable explanation...
Garfiel sneered, his thin lips pursed into an extremely unexpected arc. So in the next month, he wouldn't mind taking some time to practice sparring with him for a few hours every day. I think a guy with so much energy would be asking for this, right
Before DeWitt could get up and explain the reason, the two of them heard a scream. It was hard to tell whether it was excitement or panic.
Looking in the direction of the sound, DeWitt and Garfiel saw two people. One is Bate, a female with red hair and blue eyes, and the other is Alpha, a female with purple hair and blue eyes. Both of them are wearing the clothes of St. Mia College, and they are obviously students of this college.
At this moment, the red-haired girl was staring at the two of them and covering her mouth in surprise, as if the scream before was caused by her. The girl looked very sweet, but she had a strange smile on her face at the moment, and her green eyes were frighteningly bright.
She put down the hand covering her lips, looked at DeWitt, and then at Garfiel, her blue eyes almost glowing green. He excitedly whispered something to the girl next to him, and the girl with purple hair and blue eyes smiled helplessly.
After coquettishly showing off to Alpha, the girl turned her head and found that the two of them were looking at her. She immediately blinked her big eyes and gave them a shy smile.
Seeing this smile, DeWitt and Garfiel both shuddered at the same time, and an unpleasant feeling arose in their hearts. It seemed like something bad was going to happen.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you! Don't pay attention to me, you can continue!" The girl's voice was sweet and soft, and she seemed a little shy, so she didn't speak loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, DeWitt and Garfiel looked at each other stiffly.
Since they were in the academy, neither of them used their mental power, so the destructive power was not too strong. They were in that very ambiguous position just now. Garfiel pressed DeWitt to the ground and moved up and down in a standard posture. To outsiders, it really looked like he was full of JQ. I really can’t blame the girl for seeing this wrong.
Realize this. Garfiel's hand trembled and he let go of the hand that was holding Devitt like a frightened bird, and he instantly retreated several meters away. And DeWitt flipped up from the ground with a sudden thrust, and without thinking, he took a few steps away from Garfiel.
The two of them realized that their actions were a little embarrassing. Didn't this action clearly show that they had a guilty conscience? After doing this, the misunderstanding deepened, and now even jumping into the Yellow River may not be able to clean it up...
"Things are not what you think..." DeWitt wanted to struggle again to save his lifelong reputation.
Then he stared dumbfoundedly at the girl who gave him an ambiguous look that said, "No need to explain, I understand." "I wish you a happy marriage." Then he directly dragged his best friend and ran away, for fear of disturbing the "two people's world" of the two. "generally.
DeWitt is about to cry. Don't leave. Listen to my explanation... You really misunderstood! ! !
DeWitt, whose heart was filled with despair, suddenly glanced at Garfiel, who was in a rare state of confusion and sluggishness. New and old hatreds suddenly surged up.
Damn it, it’s all your fault!
If you hadn't insisted on breaking off the engagement, why would I have got so hot-headed that I came to fight with you!
If I don’t come to fight with you, how can I be misunderstood as a gay (Alpha and Alpha are in love)!
In the eyes of DeWitt, Garfiel has become the new source of all evil.
Anger arose in his heart, and evil arose in his guts. His anger had just subsided and then started to burn up again, and he even poured a bucket of oil on someone. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Garfiel...