Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 418 367 Initiative2

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Thinking about speeding up, his movents easy to be executed improperly and thus deford.

Each action had to be carried out in an orderly manner, which obviously left not enough ti.

The first cha had no prior experience to draw from, and now found itself in this predicant.

In the beginning, they wasted too much ti on executing each move in a steady, standard fashion, and even though the completion rate of their current actions was above 95%, there wasn't much ti left.

"Not enough..." Bai E didn't look closely, but even with just a two or three-second glance, so kind of familiar intuition instantly deed the first group of ch pilots to have received a "death sentence".

"Do you see any tricks?" Rose asked sowhat excitedly.

She liked challenges.

The failure of teammates only intrigued her more.

"Rhythm."

The designated ti was not particularly tight, and the military standards for soldiers who were only required to operate chas to achieve so basic tactical objectives on the battlefield were not difficult.

What mattered was the rhythm.

Don't be in a hurry; don't be scared; just do it thodically...that was all that was supposed to be done, plain and simple.

Simple?

Bai E himself was surprised by the confidence that seed to co out of nowhere in his mind, but that was the intuition his brain gave based on all the information at hand.

Overflowing with confidence, even to the point of exploding.

Perhaps, this selection process was not just about qualifying for the military's official ch pilot roster or performing in front of the emissaries from the chanical Court. It was more...to induce the birth of a "ch spirit".

Who knows if there was any difference in quality or strength in this thing, but a better performance presumably was always good, right?

Even the subconscious that could connect to that intangible will let Bai E faintly sense—the quality of a performance wasn't just about the technical aspect, it also involved personality and stylistic elents in conduct.

Confidence... strength... full of leadership...

These elents seed they could benefit that yet unawakened "ch spirit".

A boundless impulse surged in Bai E's heart, and under that seemingly swelling confidence, he suddenly pressed an electronic button at his side.

"What are you trying to do?" Rose's eyes widened instantaneously, wondering what the sowhat odd-looking Bai E was planning to do today.

The button was like a raised hand to speak switch; in such a context, what could raising one's hand to speak possibly entail?

I quit?

I want to increase the difficulty?

"Speak," ca the instructor's dispassionate voice from the speaker.

"I request to go second in the obstacle challenge."

"..." The instructor, sitting in the SUV, squinted his eyes, looking at the number indicated by the flickering yellow light under the sign—W0721.

That seed to be...the cha number for those two artificial human pilots.

Was it Bai E? What kind of shenanigan was this kid up to now?

Even if they didn't know initially, by now, with the example set by the first group of pilots, these kids should understand the later they go, the more they can learn from the "predecessors'" experiences.

Their order had been arranged with this thought in mind, placing the older reserve ch pilots at the forefront and those with less training later, striving to give everyone an almost equal chance of selection.

And now... why would soone want to push to the front?

Incomprehensible.

But even so, this kind of voluntary request to increase difficulty is sothing any military person would like to see.

Being proactive is the attitude a soldier should have.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the expression on the face of the silent chanical Court official beside him who, upon hearing this request, curled the corner of his mouth ever so slightly. The instructor felt he sort of guessed what Bai E's intent was—

To attract the attention of the chanical Court official.

The Court's officials also favored such forthright demonstrations of ambition, but the premise was...having the actual ability.

So he responded softly with a cool voice, "Granted."

The brief communication ended, and all the soldiers who heard this conversation subconsciously looked towards the cha originally lined up towards the back of the group.

Upon receiving the instructor's order, Bai E and Rose controlled their cha to move forward, to the very front of the line.

"Boom! Boom!"

Co to a halt.

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Even as she coordinated with Bai E on the movents, Rose was now filled with question marks.

She didn't fear challenges, but she felt that today's Bai E was just too weird…

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

As ti passed and they executed more actions with the cha, the initial sense of indulgent confusion had long since disappeared. Bai E's lips were curled into a confident and casual smile as he looked ahead and replied, "Very simple… to set an example for them."

"We'll execute perfectly once, and those behind us should be able to learn sothing, right?"

Confidence overflowed.

The smile on his lips was particularly captivating, making Rose's eyes blur for a mont, before she violently shook her head to force herself back to reality, "Fine… since you've decided, I'll follow your lead."

Although she wasn't afraid of challenges, it didn't an she felt overly confident the first ti she ca in contact with a cha.

But since it was Bai E's decision… whatever it was, she would follow along.

"Anyway, just make sure to keep up with my rhythm later."

While experiencing that sense of communication and interaction, it seed as if the cha she controlled was also giving so kind of… evaluation? of the ch pilot's maneuvers.

To Bai E's performance it remained noncommittal, but to Rose, also operating the machine, that concept-less, language-less "evaluation" started to beco less polite.

It could probably be sumd up in two words—utterly unskilled.

"Oh~" the evident disdain instantly made Rose's blood boil.

Looking down on , are you?

With a sidelong glance at Bai E, Rose gave a teasing flick of her eyes.

"Second group, get ready…" The instructor's voice pulled back the scattered thoughts.

"Begin!"

At the command, the cha's body instantly activated.

People from the chanical Court, who had been sitting quietly in their seats, had, at so unknown point, straightened up with keen interest to watch the overall picture captured by the drones on the display screen.

The cha transitioned from stillness to motion, seamlessly.

Walking, jogging, Z-shaped running back, small jump, big jump, side-step, swallow turn…

The cha sped along a predetermined track across the unmanned wasteland, with the slightly trembling ground being the only backdrop at the mont.

A series of standard technical maneuvers were executed in succession.

Not too fast, nor too slow.

It all looked as orderly and thodical as the first group, step by step.

But in the occasional mont of distraction, everything flowed as smoothly as a stream of water.

Nothing special, just simply… smooth.

Smooth…

So smooth that by the next mont of distraction, the blue and white painted cha had already been standing at the finish line, the exact ti of its arrival unknown.

And in the minds of everyone present, the technical maneuvers executed before were still replaying in their heads.

Even Rose, who had been coordinating with Bai E from the start, was still staring at her own hands in her cockpit, seemingly dazed and lost in thought.

Strange…

Too strange…

No wonder Bai E said to keep up with his rhythm; today's movents… executed with unbelievable smoothness, as if they didn't require any thought at all.

At certain key monts, Rose even felt that even though she hadn't issued any coordinating commands, the chanical levers she controlled in her hands seed to gain their own intelligence and began moving on their own.

Often it was unclear whether she was controlling the cha, or the cha was leading her.

Naturally…

It was like… like it was a real human body.

Any movent made was just an unthinking instinct.

"Crash!"

The side door of the off-road vehicle flung open suddenly, and a burly man leaped out from the vehicle.

His gaze crossed the distance to rest on the silent cha at the finish line.