Chapter 330: Blazing Like Fire!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Blaze-III joined the battle silently. With its appearance being unsophisticated as the 900 chs around it, it struck the people as the next movent transford it into an oddity. Acrobatically its tallic arms were looking elastic out of sudden, they were waving gently, flexibly, making a perfect curve when the container was lobbed beyond the crowd it was surrounded in.
Blaze-III's engine had been activated once the container left its palms. And within 0.6 second, the velocity had been maximized. The manual did ntion about the minimum launching ti of Blaze-III being 0.9 second yet Ye Chong sohow saved that 0.3 second. Any folk from the spectator's area might assu the insignificance of that 0.3 second, but to any pilot like you and , that 0.3 second could produce miracle.
As the required ti for acceleration decreased, the pressure the body had to withstand would proportionally increase. While 0.9 second was already the quickest a typical Blaze-III could boot - on paper that is, one could imagine how it felt to force-boot within 0.6 second. It would be easily terrifying by just looking at it.
Booting an unmodified ch quicker than the recomnded safety duration or making an illusion of elasticity on chanical arms, either of them was enough to make a few spectators spring from their seats. Now, imagine both of them happening together. Certainly people would be fixed on their seats, while their brains were jamd.
The performance did not end here. Blaze-III, a model to be assud for the novices that could barely do a thing, had sohow taken steroids sowhere in the dark. And it got into position again.
Super short-ranged quick turns! Speckled Moon Spin! Thomas's Spin!
Ye Chong chained three sets of moves in a distance of less than 300 ters. The formation around Blaze-III had been distorted. The trained pilots were trying their best to hold this pimp up by intuition, yet every quick turn Ye Chong made, they were slightly pushed away. And Ye Chong perford 12 quick turns in a shot, excluding the 6 feints he pulled off to mislead their undertrained foes.
Ye Chong did not spare the next few seconds as the Speckled Moon Spin pretended that he was going to leave. The pilots panicked as they broke through their formation, launching their machineries upon Blaze-III.
To end the show, Ye Chong lifted Blaze-III from the closing crowd with a Thomas's Spin. The container landed right within Blaze-III's proximity and the chanical arms gave a gentle flip and sent the container right ahead.
The last 10 seconds lapsed in dead silence. No one spoke, the comntators all zipped their mouths. The audience was wordless.
"Holy…"
And they began screaming uncontrollably. People were jumping on their beds in their rooms, the hotel had been exploded with hurrahs. No one understood their own scream, nor their friends'. They just scread, for this mont impossible to be put into words.
Amazent. Pure amazent.
The audience had been overwheld by the performance. The world had been dominated by a re Blaze-III.
The pilot had demonstrated sothing beyond the beauty of martial arts, that people would pull their hair, jumping in craze.
anwhile, the 6 pilots were still unnerved by the last move, so were a majority of the audience before the screen. They could not comprehend a thing that happened, but it would not stop the audience to board on the hype train.
A strong visual impact. It was a mind-blowing scene to the layn at the spectators' seat, while it turned out to be a mind-dominating view to the pilots. The unwritten rule of the records of history was this simple - an instance or a person would beco the classic, a known tale for the following centuries, once they were reminisced, or they were retold to the following generations of their impeccable doings.
And this very visual was destined to be a legend since the day it was created. This single tape had topped every other downloads in the visual ranking within a year, and was incorporated into more than 50 types of learning materials for piloting. Certainly the number of tis it was quoted in academies was simply astronomical.
The few seconds of visual had told many, many stories. That gentle toss leading the entire scene had shown how the entire situation was under the grasp of this mysterious boy.
People had researched it, professionally. They concluded, while the movent seed to be all graceful and enchanting, the difficulty was of insanity. Based on the outco of their experint, technically the number of inputs required per second would be easily gazillions in order to achieve the particular effect. One could already imagine the APM of this mysterious boy when he laid his hands on the control panel.
All these inputs, accomplished within 0.6 second of acceleration, were convincingly inhumane of the boy to the public. Was he even a human?
The more intriguing was the intelligibility demonstrated by this boy. Super Short-ranged Quick Turn, Speckled Moon Spin, Thomas's Spin… all were not the most indigenous moves utilized by a senior pilot today, yet the boy had applied them creatively, within a brief 300 ter range… The condensation of movents chained by the intense quick turn had once again verified the speculation that the boy possessed an inhuman physique, while it also had successfully fulfilled the goal of holding the enemies thanks to the peculiar shifts cleverly disguised by Blaze-III.
Speckled Moon Spin was a shocker. A Moon Spin was typically identified by the orbit made by the ch during the travel, which ford a virtually perfect circle like the moon, whereas a speckled one would be a consecutive repetition of these rapid spins. Speckled Moon Spin was known for its minimal changes of spatial pattern during the performance, as it would almost seemingly creeping its way, in an intense velocity which was perfect for runaways. Thomas's Spin was… quite the contrary, the movent was large while being comparatively slow.
The conventional sequence would be an alternation between Thomas's Spin and Speckled Moon Spin, but this Blaze-III was preferring being the deviant, as it actually attempted a runaway using the slow Thomas's Spin while using Speckled Moon Spin as its cover.
Convention? Yes! That's why!
It was a little puzzling to most pilots out there at first, yet their eyes went wide open when they thought it out. Since it was a convention, the foes would assu the ch running away whenever it perford a Speckled Moon Spin, yet in actuality it was taking a cover. That would be a thod to disrupt the formation of the foes! The deception would work, the formation would loosen and then the pilot would use Thomas's Spin to drastically remove himself! Thomas's Spin was slow but the range was more than enough to overco the opened gap!
The boy had completed 3 typical techniques within the range of 300 ters, evidently telling the foes that he was not giving them any second to ponder on counters. That would be the key to succeed in a fight.
Moreover, the timing of he escaping the siege and grabbing the falling container were impeccable. Assuming it was no coincidence as he managed to do that, that would be a rather frightening standard of deducing prediction.
The last move of Blaze-III was an actual technique of martial artists, though perford via chanical limbs, which seed so graceful however, proving the extre APM of the mysterious boy.
It did not sound that it lived to the crowd's craze but it was pretty logical for Ye Chong to be this phenonal, as he was born in an age of those who wielded great skills despised their visuals being publicized, where all of them refused to be a research material for they never wanted to risk having their weaknesses identified and thus eliminated. So an actual visual of ch performance was a hard-find. Of course the crowd would go crazy over a once-in-a-blue-moon high-quality visual in high-definition.
The pilots who were watching the performance had been stoned, including those in the flying chs who almost got gashed by the flying mutated lifeforms.
The pilot of Blaze-III was feeling otherwise however, as lethargically he tossed the container, like a hardworking construction worker.
And all containers had finally been launched, Bi Bo imdiately ignited the Bluefire reagent.
Dimming Blue, the phenona of a chemical reaction had once again blood, gorgeously!
The flas of Dimming Blue were a warning sign to all the pilots who were again astonished by its overwhelming vigor.
Soon the flas ford a complete circle, protecting the alchemy departnt.
A golden figure rapidly zapped across the wall. In a winding golden line Rui Bing travelled in the Guardian. It was not her usual velocity but she was getting used to the Guardian.
Certainly, those mutated lifeforms trapped within the circle would be the best dummy for her to practice.
The afterimages of golden threat stacked up quickly as Rui Bing's movents accelerated. That pair of daggers sliced through the weakness point identified by the system skillfully. Rui Bing ca attacking wildly like a feline with honed claws. Unlike Ye Chong, she was truly the descendant of martial arts. And a close-combat model like the Guardian was a perfect match for her, especially with the strength-enhancing chanism which could overco the weakness of her naturally low vitality as a woman.
The monstrosity flinched, as desperately the mutated lifeforms looked for ways to escape. Their compatriots rapidly decreased as Rui Bing swung her blades.
The audience was feeling relieved, as the pilots seed to be regaining the control of the situation.
And that was when Ye Chong's pupils shrunk drastically, upon seeing the screen.
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