In the empty training ground, two mechas were facing each other quietly.
One is a silver standard mecha, holding a quantum lightsaber in each hand. The other one is black and it’s hard to tell what grade it is, but it just feels like it’s very finely made. There is a pair of black wings on the back of the black mecha, which seems to have the ability to fly.
The shells of the mechas on both sides were covered with dense scars. The scars were very new, as if they had been added just now. Obviously, a fierce battle had just occurred.
If you look closely, it seems that the silver mecha has about a dozen more scars than the black mecha. However, both sides seemed to skillfully avoid each other the moment they were touched. Therefore, although there were many scratches on the mecha, they were all shallow.
Due to the suppression of the assessment system, the strength of both mechas was only C-level. Even if the scratches were very shallow, due to the accumulation of numbers, both mechas were on the verge of falling apart. At this time, as long as both sides add another attack to the other side, the outcome will be decided.
Judging from the number of scratches alone, the black mecha has an advantage. It can probably withstand a few more moderate attacks.
Both sides seemed to be waiting for the other to lose control, so no one made any move. In line with the principle that if the enemy cannot move, I will not move, so the two mechas waiting for the opportunity ended up in a strange stalemate.
Ans Aier sat in the cockpit and stared at the mecha opposite him without blinking. His violet eyes that usually seemed very calm were slightly excited at this moment. The fierce battle before made him involuntarily excited. The collision between mechas and mechas, the confrontation of mental powers, everything made his blood boil.
He had never been exposed to mechas in the past ten years, but this did not prevent him from falling in love with this feeling.
This is the twenty-fifth level of the assessment. Before this level, he basically swept past with a crushing attitude. It wasn't until here that I encountered an obstacle.
Albert was also very excited at the moment. He was originally called to be the gatekeeper for the freshman entrance examination, but he still felt a little bored. Although he is a student of the academy, he is already considered to be at the top level in the academy. Some people even think that his strength is comparable to that of some professors.
It was just an accident that he was selected to become the gatekeeper this time. Many students even thought that he was too strong. It was really unfortunate for the junior students to be sent to do such a thing. Because they were not involved in this matter, they did not know the mechanism of this assessment, and they thought it was a random selection of seniors in the hospital for a 1v1 battle.
The students who were also assessors thought that he would probably be placed in the last few levels, but they didn't pay much attention. They just thought that few people would be able to come in front of him. I deeply sympathized with him for having to stay alone until the assessment was over.
Albert looks very gentle, has silver hair and gray eyes, is beautiful, and is very popular in the academy. But few people know that he actually admires the strong fighting mania. Because his strength in the academy has reached its limit, no one can make him want to fight.
This time, when he met Ansel, who was his match, Albert said that he was completely on fire. Staring at the silver mecha opposite, Albert's eyes became gentler and filled with fanatical fighting intent.
He could feel that the silver mecha opposite was improving every minute and learning. In other words, its strength is more than that, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Controlling his mecha "Razer", Albert rushed over. He couldn't wait to end this battle quickly, and then go find out who was sitting in the mecha.
The moment the black mecha moved, Ans Al's mental power caught it, and he raised his energy sword to block the black mecha's attack. His mental power level is much higher than that of the opponent, so it is difficult for the opponent to seize the opportunity to defeat him in one fell swoop, but they can only barely maintain a temporary undefeated streak.
Although the opponent's mental strength is not as good as his, his real strength is far superior to that of a newbie who is coming into contact with mechas for the first time. He doesn't know how to use some obscure and profound techniques, which is his weakest point.
Do you want to admit defeat? This thought was extinguished as soon as it arose in my heart.
Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power came from the place where it came into contact with the black mecha. There was an impact on his consciousness for a moment, and the unsuspecting Ansel was dazed for a moment, and his defense was relaxed.
This is obviously an advanced technique.
Naturally, the black mecha would not let go of this perfect opportunity, swinging the energy dagger in its hand to chop at the cockpit. As long as the cockpit is shattered, the winner will be determined.
Ans Ayer's consciousness was shocked, but his mind went blank. He only felt that this spiritual power felt very gentle, but there seemed to be something else hidden under the gentleness. That familiar feeling... Why does it feel familiar... By the way, underneath that gentleness is an aggressive coldness.
When he came into contact with the familiar mental power, it was as if some kind of blockade had been opened. Ans Aier's beautiful amethyst-like purple eyes suddenly transformed into cold and sharp vertical pupils, like some kind of reptilian eyes, which made people feel... Feeling shuddering.
It seemed that a cold and destructive consciousness was awakened at this moment. It was as if another consciousness had awakened in this body, and Ansel seemed to have become a different person.
He raised his eyes, his cold and ruthless vertical pupils locked on the black mecha slashing towards the cab, like a poisonous snake locking on its prey. 'Ans Ayr''s pretty lips were slightly raised, and the cold arc at the corners of her mouth could not tell whether it was contempt or ridicule.
The next moment, the silver mecha disappeared from the sight of the black mecha, as fast as teleporting.
Almost at the same time, the silver mecha appeared behind the black mecha, and the energy lightsaber in his hand fell instantly. At the same time, a powerful and violent mental force invaded the cockpit of the black mecha along the point where the two came into contact.
This attack method is the same as that used by the black mecha before.
Albert, who was shocked by this mental power, could not even raise the consciousness of resistance. Being suppressed and unable to move, Albert curled his lips and laughed, his eyes full of enthusiasm.
[My people, surrender at my feet and offer me your last loyalty.]There was a vague and cold voice echoing in my mind.
This feeling is cold and majestic, as inviolable as a god. Under the impact of the absolute consciousness carried by that mental power, only the word "obedience" remained in his mind.
Then the cockpit was damaged, black smoke rose, and the alarm in the cab sounded, but Albert didn't care at all. The second before he was forcibly kicked out, his eyes looked at the silver mecha across from him with passionate love.
Got you!
My Her Majesty!
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[The opponent loses the ability to fight, the candidate passes the assessment (level 25), and the assessment ends. Will log out automatically after 15 seconds.]The cold synthetic sound of the assessment system reminded him of the result of this battle.
Ans Aier blinked in confusion, he had just been distracted by the opponent's attack. By the time he came to his senses, the battle was over. The other party's cockpit was destroyed by him.
Although the victory was a bit puzzling, Ansel still accepted the result. Before the system could kick him out, he simply quit.
After leaving the virtual space, Ansel in the outside world opened his eyes. Scarlet vertical pupils appeared for an instant. Before the examinee next to him could rub his eyes and take a closer look, the changed vertical pupils had returned to their original state at some point. It's so fast that it feels like an illusion.
But there seemed to be a hint of scarlet in the depths of his eyes. It seems that something strange is happening quietly, but I am unaware of it.
After walking out of the examination room, Ansiel stretched himself comfortably. Now, he should be able to enter Saint Mia College, right
Suddenly, I saw a familiar-looking figure among the group of people in front of me.
Ah, that's His Highness Rowan... Ansel blinked. Thinking of his mother's teachings, Ansiel called out to the people in front of him.
"That... Rowan!"
Several people in front stopped and turned around. Just because for Luo Wen, who was of noble status and was born into the royal family, there were very few people who could call him by his first name without using an honorific. It is rude and disrespectful to the royal family to call him this.
Therefore, a grumpy person among the few people subconsciously said: "How can you call His Highness by his first name! You should call His Highness..."
Rowan frowned and waved his hand impatiently to shut him up.
"What's the matter with you calling me?" This attitude can be called kind. The few nobles and nobles who were familiar with him looked as if they had seen a ghost.
They never knew that Rowan would talk to people in this tone? ? You know, sometimes Rowan doesn't even give Queen Roland face.
"Ah..." The beautiful young man with black hair and purple eyes showed a slightly shy smile to Rowan, as charming as a rose in full bloom, "Thank you for what happened before." The young man's crystal-like purple eyes When he smiles a little, almost no one can resist his charm.
Rowan, who was dazzled by the beauty at that moment, nodded subconsciously, and then reacted in the next moment. Realizing what he had just done, the somewhat young prince's ears turned red with embarrassment, and he snorted arrogantly as if he wanted to hide something.
This cold snort just happened to pull several nobles who had worse concentration than His Royal Highness and were still immersed in beauty out of the vortex of beauty. Then they saw a scene that simply destroyed their outlook.
"Hmph, it's nothing, it's just that guy disturbed me." That little expression was really cold and arrogant, but the red ears gave him away.
I'm not helping you! The arrogant prince hummed as if he wanted to express this.
Hearing the subtext in His Highness the Prince's words, Ans Aier couldn't help laughing.
so cute…
Under the pressure of His Highness the Prince's shameful and murderous gaze, Ans Aier reluctantly suppressed his smile.
"Ahem, I got it. Anyway, I still want to thank you..."
Then, under Ans Ayer's slightly smiling eyes, His Royal Highness pretended to be calm, and fled away with a few nobles whose jaws had dropped to the ground.
"If you insist on thinking so, it's up to you. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"