Upon receiving the news from Yan Hao, Sheng Heng came outside the laboratory with anxiety and knocked on the door. After a while, the door was opened from the inside.
"Senior." Yan Hao saw Sheng Heng, his eyebrows and eyes curved, revealing two cute dimples, "Come in."
Sheng Heng hummed, stepped in, raised his eyes, and saw the black soul standing in the center of the laboratory. From the outside, the black soul was no different.
"Mr. Zhong." Sheng Heng respectfully saluted Mr. Zhong, "Thank you."
Sheng Heng knew that the reason why Mr. Zhong helped him upgrade the black soul was because of Yan Hao's face, but in any case, he was the one who got the benefits in the end, so he had to say thank you personally.
Mr. Zhong looked at Sheng Heng's eyes with some scrutiny, and then said lightly: "Compared with your father and brother, you lack the courage of a soldier."
Papillon looked at his teacher in surprise. Although Mr. Zhong had a bad temper, he always only scolded his own students. He just didn't like outsiders and didn't bother to pay attention. But today, Mr. Zhong not only ignored Sheng Heng, but even said something that could be regarded as criticism.
"What Mr. Zhong said is that I am indeed much worse than my father and brother." Sheng Heng was not angry, raised his head, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "But I have always aimed to catch up with them, and now I finally have this opportunity."
After finishing speaking, Sheng Heng turned his eyes to the black soul standing beside him.
"Admiral Sheng is a level 9 mecha fighter, and Major General Sheng is a level 8 mecha fighter. Even if you have a black soul, you are at best a level 6 mecha fighter," Zhong Lao said.
"My father once told me that as a soldier, the most important thing is not how high the position is, nor the ability to drive higher-level mechs, but the most important thing is the belief in defending the country. On this battlefield, Every soldier, regardless of their level, is a hero of the Federation." Sheng Heng said, "My goal is not high, as long as I can drive the mecha to fight for the Federation, I believe, this is what my father wants to see."
Elder Zhong's scrutinizing eyes softened a bit, but his tone was still a little disgusted: "Although your conditions are average in all aspects, who made Xiao Hao like you? After passing the door, just treat Xiao Hao well."
"!!" Crossing the door, what crossing the door
"Old man Pang gave you a pair of eight-level particle cannons as a gift, and I will give you this six-level mimic system as a meeting gift." After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhong rubbed his sore neck, "These few days I'm exhausted, Ba Yun, come back with me and help me massage my shoulders."
"is teacher."
Speaking of which, the master and apprentice left the laboratory very naturally, leaving the space for the young couple.
Yan Hao walked up to Sheng Heng, seeing his dull eyes, as if he had been hit by some huge blow, he held Sheng Heng's hand with some distress, and said softly but firmly: "Senior, don't worry, I will study hard. Breaking through the bottleneck of the mimic system, you will definitely not be just a level 6 mech fighter."
Yan Hao thought that Sheng Heng was hit by Mr. Zhong's sentence "You are just a sixth-level mecha fighter".
"Just now Zhong Lao said, this..." Sheng Heng pointed at Heihun, "Is this a gift for me?"
"En." Yan Hao nodded.
"That pair of eight-level particle cannons..." Sheng Heng pointed to the particle cannon on Heihun's shoulder again, "Is it a gift from Mr. Pang?"
"En." Yan Hao continued to nod.
Sheng Heng covered his face and smiled helplessly. Father and mother, your son seems to be getting married.
However, Sheng Heng didn't struggle with this matter for too long, just marry as soon as he gets married, and he will treat it as a married couple. After adjusting his emotions, Sheng Heng couldn't wait to enter the cockpit and began to drive the black soul at level six.
Sheng Heng operated the Black Soul, pulled out the Xuanming Spear, and danced in a hurry in the small laboratory. His movements were agile, quick, and varied. Many movements that could not be done before, under the blessing of the sixth-level mimicry system, All can be done.
Sheng Heng was so excited that he took Yan Hao to the training ground of the base on the spot, intending to make an appointment with Qiu Zian.
The story of Mr. Zhong helping Black Soul modify the mecha spread throughout the base, so when Sheng Heng appeared on the training ground, the surrounding soldiers stopped their movements and came to watch. I want to see the difference between this legendary mimic mecha and the traditional mecha.
Standing opposite, Qiu Zian looked at Sheng Heng, who was full of fighting spirit, and said with a smile, "Second Young Master, you only got this mecha for half an hour, so you don't need to get familiar with it?"
"No need." Sheng Heng shook his head.
"Are you sure you want me to fight with you, or I'll find you a sixth-level mecha fighter. Don't I beat you then, you say I take advantage of the mecha." Constant posture.
"It's not certain who wins and who loses." Sheng Heng said not to be outdone.
Suddenly, there was a booing sound in the training ground.
"Second Young Master is right, beat him up."
"Qiu team, you can't lose, or you will lose the face of the God of War Legion."
In the base, it is common for soldiers to compete with each other. Winning or losing is not the most important thing, the important thing is not to lose the momentum.
"Zian, if you lose, you will lead the team to patrol for a month." Sheng Zhuo who was on the side heard this, and couldn't help interjecting, "Sheng Heng, if you can persist for fifteen minutes without losing, I will allow you You go on an expedition with the team."
Sheng Heng's eyes lit up, and he looked at his elder brother: "Then what if I win?"
"Hey, Second Young Master, you're too crazy." Qiu Zian was dissatisfied with Sheng Heng's underestimation.
Sheng Heng ignored him and continued to look at his elder brother.
"If you win, I'll go and tell my father to let you officially join the God of War Legion." Sheng Zhuo said.
"It's a deal." Sheng Heng's eyes were piercing, he turned around and took off a few times, and entered the cockpit first.
Qiu Zian didn't speak anymore, and stepped on his mecha in the same way, and the two mechas retreated at the same time, pulling apart to a suitable distance.
The atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.
It was Sheng Heng who made the first move. Heihun raised his arms, and the Xuanming spear slid out from his arms. Heihun raised his hand to catch it, and then completed the docking. The whole movement was smooth and neat, and it took less than a second. time.
But he didn't rush over immediately, but waited for Qiu Zian on the opposite side to draw out his particle lightsaber, and then rushed over.
In the stands, Sheng Zhuo looked at Yan Hao who was standing aside with interest, and asked, "Xiao Hao, who do you think will win?"
"I don't know." Yan Hao shook his head honestly.
"I thought you would say that Sheng Heng would definitely win."
"I don't know Captain Qiu's strength, so I can't make a judgment." Yan Hao said, "But purely from the mecha level, the sixth-level black soul is not necessarily inferior to Qiu's seventh-level mecha."
Sheng Zhuo frowned, and asked, "The difference between the sixth-level mecha and the seventh-level mecha is one level, how can they be compared?"
"The seventh-level mecha is indeed more sensitive than the sixth-level mecha, but the mimetic mecha does not need to operate instructions. For the same action, the senior only needs to respond intuitively, but the driver of the traditional mecha needs to pass the instruction first. Only manipulating mechas is required. In terms of adaptability, traditional mechas and mimic mechas are not at the same level." Yan Hao said, "If the level difference is too large, there may be a difference in strength due to the strength of the weapon, but if only If it's one level short, the mimic mecha can be completely ignored."
Not only that, but the mimic mecha also has an incomparably huge advantage, it will not cause the mecha to respond unresponsively due to long-term operation and tired fingers. As a mecha warrior, Sheng Zhuo thought of several ways to use the characteristics of the mimic mecha to deal with traditional mechas almost instantly.
There was a loud "bang", and there were cheers one after another in the training ground.
Sheng Zhuo turned around and saw that the mecha driven by Qiu Zian was clasping Hei Hun's hand, half-pressing Hei Hun to the ground. This is Qiu Zian's common attack in battle, the speed is strange, unsuspecting people can easily be hit by him.
"Second Young Master, let me teach you the cruelty of the battlefield." Qiu Zian said, the long sword in his hand was about to slash at Heihun's arm.
At this moment, Heihun's body suddenly tilted slightly downwards. Qiu Zian was already using his strength to press down on Heihun. At this time, when Heihun moved, his mecha also tilted, and then the long sword in his hand cut The orientation is wrong.
Qiu Zian hurriedly adjusted the shape of the mecha, and only after typing out a long series of commands in his hand, the battle situation outside had changed. After leaning slightly, Hei Hun's body was propped up on the ground with one hand, and his huge body was rolling on the spot in a strange posture, directly out of Qiu Zian's control range. At the same time as he flipped out, the Xuanming Spear held in his right arm turned around and stabbed directly into the shoulder of Qiu Zian's mecha.
The whole process took only one second, but within this second, the black soul made at least five fine movements at the same time. This is something that is almost impossible for traditional mechs.
For a second, even if they could think of those instructions, they couldn't type them with their fingers.
"What a quick operation." Someone exclaimed.
"Second Young Master is driving a mimic mecha, that's not an operation, it's an instinctive reaction of the body." Someone realized it.
Sheng Heng seemed to have found the fighting skills. In the next battle, he specially guided Qiu Zian to make some particularly complicated and delicate movements, and then turned around suddenly when his body was difficult to change direction, and took the opportunity to attack. After a few minutes like this, Qiu Zian's reaction speed was significantly slower than at the beginning. This is because of Qiu Zian's rich experience and strong adaptability. If it were someone else, he would have been deliberately guided by Sheng Heng several times, and he would be in a hurry.
Finally, after the battle lasted for fifteen minutes, Sheng Heng used a skillful force to touch the throat of the opponent's mecha with the Xuanming Spear, and won the battle.
In an instant, there was an uproar in the field.
Although at the beginning, some people clamored for Sheng Heng to beat Qiu Zian, but no one in the training ground really thought that Sheng Heng could beat Qiu Zian. One is a seventh-level mech warrior who has experienced many battles, and the other is a student with no combat experience. No matter how you look at it, it is a battle of great disparity in strength.
Could this be the power of the mimic mecha
After a while, the two came out of the mech at the same time, Qiu Zian lost the game, and there was no regret on his face, he just smiled and scolded from a distance: "You boy, you usually seem to be an honest person, why are you so weak in battle. "
Sheng Heng responded with a smile: "In terms of fighting skills, I am definitely not your opponent, so I can only take advantage of it."
Qiu Zian smiled and punched Sheng Heng: "However, the mimic mecha is really powerful."
After the practice match, Sheng Heng officially introduced Yan Hao to his elder brother, because the two had met each other a few times, and Yan Hao behaved fairly calmly, not too cramped. Sheng Zhuo even transferred 100 million star coins to Yan Hao on the spot, saying it was a red envelope for meeting Yan Hao.
"You came in a hurry, and there aren't any good things in the base. After much deliberation, the money is the most solid. The early stage of learning mecha manufacturing is the most expensive, so I'll give you these star coins to buy materials." Sheng Zhuo said generously. the way.
"But, this is too much." Yan Hao dared not accept it.
"It's okay, you take it." Sheng Heng held Yan Hao down, "My brother has been in the army all year round, and he has nowhere to spend his money."
Sheng Zhuo rolled his eyes at his younger brother, but he did not refute it.
"But it's too much." Yan Hao whispered.
"This is a meeting gift from my brother, if you don't accept it, he will be unhappy." Sheng Heng said.
Hearing this, Yan Hao glanced at Sheng Zhuo cautiously.
Sheng Zhuo nodded seriously.
Yan Hao didn't dare to refuse immediately: "Then I will accept it, thank you brother."
"Good." Sheng Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, "I originally wanted to prepare some rare ores for you, but I went to the warehouse two days ago to look through them, and I didn't find any particularly rare ones, so I didn't take them. But if you want What about ores? Tell Sheng Heng directly, our family has several resource stars, and a lot of ores are produced every year, let Sheng Heng take you to pick them directly. Your own home, don’t be too polite.”
Yan Hao blushed from the embarrassment of his family's words, but he couldn't bear to refuse. Compared with what Sheng Heng said earlier that he was afraid of Sheng Zhuo's anger, the word "family" was more convincing to Yan Hao.
Giving in the name of family is the most irresistible temptation for him.
The three of them were chatting about homework, mostly Sheng Zhuo was talking about his younger brother's childhood anecdotes, and while talking, suddenly Sheng Zhuo's face turned pale and he closed his eyes.
"Brother?" Sheng Heng was taken aback and stood up.
"It's okay." Sheng Zhuo waved his hand, "Maybe it's because I haven't slept well recently."
"I feel that your mental power is fluctuating." Sheng Heng has an S-level mental power, and he has a very strong sense of spiritual power. When Sheng Zhuo's expression was wrong just now, he felt a burst of ups and downs in his mental power. fluctuation. If the master didn't do it deliberately, under normal circumstances, the spiritual power would not overflow. Unless there is an abnormality in mental power.
"Is there something wrong with my elder brother's mental strength?" Yan Hao asked aloud.
Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao and said, "I said I wanted to ask you for help because of my brother's business."
He originally thought that there would be no problem as long as the elder brother didn't go on missions, but now it seems that the state of the elder brother's sea consciousness is more serious than he imagined.