In a red meteorite land
The two red mechs were more than 200 meters apart, frantically dodging and shooting at each other. A series of red and white laser beams staggered past, and most of them fell on the ground, burning black marks one by one.
The mecha on the left is a standard red figure, holding two guns, looks very ordinary, it is the most basic mecha model.
The mecha on the right is a completely different big red spider, not a humanoid one. Four laser beam emitters are installed outside the joints of the four front legs of the spider, and the dense electronic compound eyes look like a penetrating feeling.
"Let's stop here today." The humanoid mech suddenly stopped shooting, dodged a red laser beam thick as an arm, and stood on the edge of a crater.
"It's still hard to tell the winner." A helpless voice came from Starscream, "Since we met you the day before yesterday, how many times have we fought?"
"Fifteen times, this is the sixteenth time." The humanoid mecha replied.
"Well, sixteen times. I really don't know what kind of person you are in reality?" The person inside the big spider exhaled. "Forget it, I'll bet too, the money this time will be yours."
"Thanks."
"Need not."
With a chirping sound, Starscream twisted suddenly and disappeared in place.
'Congratulations on your victory over Ganel. Get a reward of 1000 universal points, please make persistent efforts. '
The system sound sounds.
It was only then that Garen came back to his senses, looked at the revolving Rubik's Cube in front of him, and chose to exit the map.
In the past two days, while he was practicing the Peacock Kung Fu in the Cold Prison, he also went to Battle.net to familiarize himself with fighting skills. He didn't expect that after a lot of random encounters, he would actually meet a master.
Ganel, a master of long-range shooting, uses the mech spider model, which is not generally powerful. He can freely aim at the enemy in any direction by controlling four launchers, and can even make full use of the overlapping of energy beams to form a refraction collision, hitting him An angle that cannot be shot at all.
The first encounter almost caused Garen a big loss. Fortunately, his basic skills are also very solid. After a while of adaptation, the two also started a fierce confrontation with each other. Garen's accuracy was frighteningly high. He can quickly locate the opponent when moving and changing directions. After the big spider moves flexibly and jumps, his accuracy rate can still reach more than 50%. It's just that his mobility is too poor, and he almost only moves in a small area.
The shooting of the big spider is more based on surprise, and the stronger is the weird and changeable telling movement. After causing Garen a few small losses, the two sides became deadlocked.
There were more than ten consecutive battles in two days, with both sides winning half and half, but the big spider Ganel knew that he had actually lost, because he used a special model, while the opponent used only the most common general model .
Garen exited the map and returned to the selected room environment with a starry sky in front of him.
I glanced at my general point balance: 12560.
This is what he has achieved these days. Although there are victories and losses, most of them are victories. Unless he encounters that kind of completely unreasonable pervert, no matter whether it is a model or consciousness, it has reached a terrifying level. Only then will you lose.
He clicked on his friend column, and there was only one name in it—Ganelle, and the two of them were not acquainted with each other, and they exchanged friends. But now Ganel's profile picture has turned gray, apparently offline.
"The last match." Garen scanned the entire first-level battlefield, and clicked to sort by record. "Look at the gap between yourself and the top players now."
Immediately, the room changed with a swish, and after a quick pause, new rooms appeared in front of me one after another.
Suddenly he saw a room opened by a somewhat familiar ID, and the name of the room was: "You have the guts to challenge me one-on-one!" ' The suffix username is 'Your Dad'.
"This guy hasn't given up yet." Garen smiled. After he abused this guy last time, this guy would open a room and spend money to hang it here every time.
This idiot's grades are still at the forefront of the first-level district. It is obvious that his strong professional consciousness and the mecha piled up with money have an absolute advantage.
If he hadn't been designed last time, Garen thought to himself that it would be really difficult for him to beat him. Regardless of power, weapons, and defense, they are far inferior to the opponent in all aspects. In the end, if the opponent's thrusters hadn't been blown up and let him sink into the crater, it is estimated that there is really no way to kill him.
Now Garen is no longer entering the practice room, but directly playing games with a bonus of at least 1000 points, otherwise he will not make any money at all.
After thinking about it, the last game was over. Garen shook his head, and finally turned off the simulator, took off his helmet and exited his seat.
Glancing at the watch terminal, there was a missed call at three o'clock in the noon, it was the shopkeeper over there.
Garen was slightly happy, the white malachite must have arrived. Quickly click on the call, and after a beep, an uncle's head is displayed on the watch screen.
"The things have arrived, when will you come and get them?" the uncle owner of the car asked impatiently as soon as he saw Garen.
"Go directly to the grocery market?"
"No, come to the rental house next door, and we'll check it out face to face." The uncle shook his head, "The grocery market is too eye-catching."
"OK."
"The location is in the building next to the small pavilion on the right street."
Turning off his watch, Garen stood up and glanced around. There were not many people practicing Battle.net during this time period, and most of the students were in class.
The courses here are no different from the courses in the previous world. The teachers procrastinate and dawdle for a long time, but they can't tell anything good. Garen decisively skipped classes after a period of time. No one here will say anything about skipping classes. As long as you pay enough money and meet the graduation standard in the end, no one will care about you even if you miss a class.
Exiting the position, he lifted his school uniform jacket and walked outside.
When he left the simulation room, several people quietly stood up from the seats behind him at the same time. They looked at each other and followed quickly from behind.
After leaving the simulation building, it was already mid-afternoon outside, the sun was dimming slightly, and it was not too hot.
Garen walked in the direction of the crowded school gate. When he passed the school gate, a group of students in school uniforms with a white background and silver borders calmly walked out of the school gate and boarded a waiting silver maglev speed car. There are dedicated college teachers waiting by the door.
When Garen passed by the team of more than ten students, he faintly felt a trace of killing intent, and his heart shuddered.
"These people have killed people and seen blood."
He retreated to the side, mixed in with the ordinary trainees who watched the excitement, and quietly watched the team get on the speeding car quickly.
Some people in the crowd were discussing the identities of these people in low voices.
"It's an elite student."
Someone has the answer.
"They are the most elite college students in the college. I heard that not only do they not pay tuition fees, but they even receive salary from the college every month. Their income is very high."
"Nonsense, everyone's strength is above the second level. They are the most elite forces in our black market. They are usually taught by those tutors in the inner courtyard."
"I heard that elite students are both students and the backbone of the college. I don't know if it's true." The two boys standing not far from Garen whispered.
"It's true. It is said that among this group of students there are masters above the third level, who are very powerful. If you comprehensively evaluate the masters at the third level, if they are equipped with suitable corresponding mechas, it will not be a problem to pick dozens of people like us." A girl on the other side answered in the affirmative. "My older sister is an elite student. She has an income of at least 50,000 points per month. The family benefits are properly arranged, and she can freely choose the professors of the college for guidance, but it will cost a certain amount of money."
"It's already very good! We ordinary students don't have the opportunity to contact those professors, right?" The former boy envied.
"But they have the same obligation. The real combat force of the college is actually them. Only when they really enter the army or reach the age of 30 will they arrange to retire, or become teachers, or go to various places in the region to take charge of duties." The girl explained in detail.
Garen moved a little closer to these people, wanting to hear more clearly. Not only him, but the students around him also gathered around to listen to the girl talk about the situation.
"However, elite students are generally not dispatched. It is enough to dispatch the police team for ordinary events. Only in special cases will these powerful elites above the second level be dispatched. They must be dispatched when something happens outside."
"It is said that there was a riot and murder in East Star City. This incident caused a sensation to many people. I don't know if it was because of this incident." Someone in the crowd spoke out.
"It should be." The girl nodded. "My sister has already been dispatched. She is the first batch of elite students. This should be the third batch. I don't know what happened, but three teams of elite students are dispatched."
"Could it be a call from another domain?"
"How is it possible? Our black disk domain is also one of the most powerful domains nearby, and we are the only ones fighting other domains."
Garen didn't continue to listen when he heard this, he turned around and got out of the crowd, watching the speeding cars of the elite students take off slowly and quickly leave the entrance of the academy.
Then he walked towards the place that he had agreed with the uncle earlier.
"It's better to get the stone first. The aptitude of this body is too mediocre, and there is no potential point. Perhaps the hope of improving aptitude lies in the cold prison peacock skill."
The college is located in the center of Heipan City. Except for the huge mountain wall behind it, the other three sides are bustling streets and downtown areas. The commercial streets are bustling with a large number of shops, and the dense traffic is constantly beeping horns.
Most of the people coming and going on both sides of the sidewalk are tourists from other places, and there are also a small number of residents who live nearby. Occasionally, some students from the Black Disk College are mixed in the middle. Where these students pass by, the people around them will more or less Vote for attention.
Garen was mixed in with the crowd, his black hair was tied into a bundle and tied behind him. After tidying up his whole body, he gave off a calm and indifferent demeanor. Although he was not handsome, he was also very pleasing to the eye.
(end of this chapter)