Fuck!
Jian Weiliang was completely stunned; he only saw a flash of light before he was forced out of the assessnt. What on earth happened?
The opponent was clearly more than twenty ters away from him; could he have used a machine gun?
But the first stage of the assessnt only allowed Sea Swallow chas to be equipped with broadswords!
Jian Weiliang imdiately opened the replay.
Then.
He saw that at the mont he leaped, the opponent took a light step back and had already flung their broadsword, which like a teor, went straight into his cockpit!
For a mont.
Jian Weiliang’s face was ashen, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
In the audience, Feng Chen was dumbstruck, watching Feiying get killed by a single sword thrust. He was surprised by Duge’s reaction speed but still shook his head. This was an unconventional approach—when does one throw their weapon in combat?
This guy, to pass the test, must have practiced this move who knows how many tis, relying on the elent of surprise.
When cha pilots fight hand-to-hand, discarding their weapon ans all they have left is to surrender if they miss their enemy; no pilot would throw their weapon away.
...
Idiot!
On the assessnt field, Duge, watching the examiner he had impaled with one sword thrust, shook his head as well. Who leaps up in a fight and shows their undefended spots to the enemy? You think you’re practicing Taekwondo?
Then.
Duge imdiately applied for the second part of the assessnt. If the examiners were all of this caliber, it wasn’t worth wasting any more ti on this.
He needed to hurry and beco an official pilot, then enter the cha combat training module to earn prestige. Being capable and famous without showing off—that was keeping a low profile; having no fa or talent was just being ordinary, not low-key.
Low-key in life, high-profile in action!
...
Seeing "Kill One Every Ten Steps" still had the nerve to apply for a second assessnt, Jian Weiliang was furious, and decided once again to accept the assessnt.
He wanted to show this upstart what a real cha pilot was like.
The second part of the assessnt involved ranged weapons.
Testing the machine gun.
The Sea Swallow system was a light-entry model cha, equipped with only one machine gun, with three hundred rounds, capable of single shots or bursts.
The conditions for passing the second part of the assessnt were simple: if the cha was hit by the examiner and lost combat capabilities, the candidate would fail;
For the candidates, their bullets only needed to break through the instructor’s cha defenses to pass, without necessarily needing to destroy the instructor’s cha.
After all.
Shooting had higher demands on a pilot, and unlike the close-quarters first stage, ranged weapon assessnts were conducted at distances beyond five hundred ters between the chas.
And both sides could move.
Faced with moving targets, if one couldn’t control well, it was all too easy to blow through three hundred rounds without a second thought.
Most students simply couldn’t master the rhythm, being tasked with destroying a pilot-controlled cha with only three hundred bullets was virtually impossible.
That’s what the students did; as soon as they saw the instructor, they’d fire a barrage recklessly.
Focusing on a full spread of fire.
They’d succeed as long as they hit the instructor’s cha before being taken down themselves.
...
"Kill One Every Ten Steps, do you even know what you’re doing? In battle, losing your weapon ans you beco a live target..."
As Jian Weiliang entered the arena and opened the public channel, he began to scold, "Soone like you, even if you beco a pilot in the War Network, would be a disgrace to all pilots."
"Examiner, I didn’t want to throw the broadsword either, but you jumped right into the perfect spot, I just couldn’t help but throw it," Duge said sheepishly, "Rest assured, I won’t do that next ti."
"There won’t be a next ti. I’m not going to let soone like you pass," Jian Weiliang roared while evading and imdiately lifting his machine gun to aim at Duge, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
He knew the level of the students.
As long as he perford standard tactical evasions, given such a distance, students who hadn’t practiced moving targets couldn’t possibly hit him, especially since he was known for his agility.
But the next second.
Jian Weiliang’s eyes had already lost sight of Duge’s figure.
Subsequently.
Bang!
A muffled sound.
Jian Weiliang was kicked out of the exam once more.
This ti, the prompt that appeared before him read, "You have been killed."
Was he playing the fool only to go tiger hunting?
At that mont.
Jian Weiliang’s expression grew incredibly serious. He opened the playback again, but what he saw nearly made his blood boil.
As he opened fire, the opponent clumsily dodged, didn’t even look at the aim, and seed to have fired a shot in haste while evading.
It might even have been an accidental discharge.
It was precisely this careless shot that penetrated his cockpit and lodged in between his eyebrows...
If he hadn’t perford a tactical evasion, that bullet would have flown by three ters from him!
This damn luck!
Jian Weiliang cursed and then accepted Duge’s application for the third ti.
This ti.
He didn’t say much, only stating three words: "Let’s begin!"
Then.
He raised his machine gun, stood still, and shot at Duge.
This ti, he didn’t make any tactical maneuvers; he didn’t believe his shooting speed would lose to a novice on the other side, did he?
And then.
It was another bang.
Jian Weiliang was kicked out of the simulation once more, with the familiar prompt: "You have been killed."
...
Dammit!
What just happened?
Jian Weiliang was utterly dumbfounded; he was sure the other side didn’t even raise their gun, so how was he killed again?
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