The two red mechas were more than two hundred meters apart, dodging and shooting at each other crazily. Red and white laser beams crisscrossed past each other, most of them falling on the ground and burning black marks.
The mecha on the left is a standard red humanoid, holding two guns. It looks very ordinary and is the most basic mecha model.
The mecha on the right is a completely different big red spider, not humanoid. There are four laser beam emitters installed on the outside of the four front leg joints of the spider. The densely packed electronic compound eyes look penetrating.
"That's it for today." The humanoid mecha suddenly stopped shooting, dodged a red laser beam as thick as an arm, and stood at the edge of a crater.
"We still can't 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.
"Okay, sixteen times... I really don't know what kind of person you are in reality?" The person in the big spider breathed out. "Forget it, I'll bet it too, and the money this time is yours.
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"Thank you."
"Need not."
With a chirping sound, Starscream suddenly twisted and disappeared directly on the spot.
'Congratulations on defeating Janelle. You will be rewarded with 1,000 general points. Please keep up your efforts.'
The system sound sounded.
Garen finally came back to his senses, looked at the rotating Rubik's Cube that appeared in front of him, and chose to exit the map.
In the past two days, he was practicing the Cold Hell Peacock Kung Fu and going on the battle website to familiarize himself with fighting skills. Unexpectedly, after a while of random encounters, he actually met a master.
Janelle, a master of long-range shooting. Using the Mecha Spider model, he is not ordinary powerful. He can control four launchers to freely aim at enemies in any direction, and can even make full use of the overlap between energy beams to form refraction collisions and hit them.
An angle that is completely impossible to shoot from.
The first encounter almost caused Garen to suffer a big loss. Fortunately, his basic skills were also very solid. After a while, the two began to compete fiercely with each other. Garen's accuracy was simply frightening. No matter how he told it,
He can move and change direction. He can quickly locate the opponent. After the big spider moves and jumps flexibly, his accuracy can still reach more than 50%. It's just that his mobility is too poor, almost only in a small area.
Regional activities.
The big spider's shooting was mainly based on surprise. What was stronger was the weird and changeable command movement. After Garen suffered a few small losses, the two sides came to a stalemate.
There were more than ten consecutive battles in two days, with both sides winning equally. But the big spider Ganel knew that he actually lost because he used a special model, while the opponent used only the most common general model.
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Garen exited the map and returned to the selection room environment with a starry sky in front of him.
I glanced at my universal point balance: 12560.
This is his result these days. Although there are wins and losses, the majority of wins are still there, unless he encounters that kind of completely unreasonable pervert. Regardless of the model or consciousness, both have reached a terrifying level. Then
Only then will we lose the battle.
He clicked on his friend list, and there was only one name in it - Janelle. The two of them had not known each other since they had exchanged friends. But now Janelle's avatar has turned gray, and he is obviously offline.
"The last game." Garen scanned the entire first-level battlefield and clicked on ranking by performance. "Let's see how big the gap is between you and the top players now."
Suddenly the room suddenly changed, and after a quick pause, new rooms appeared in front of you.
Suddenly he saw a room opened by a somewhat familiar ID. The name of the room was: ‘You are so funny that you have the guts to challenge me in a duel!’ The suffixed username was ‘your dad’.
"This guy hasn't given up yet." Garen smiled. After he tortured this guy last time, this guy would open a room and spend money to stay here every time.
This idiot's performance is actually at the top of the first-level area. It is obviously his strong awareness of specialties and the mechas he piled up with money that have an absolute advantage.
If he hadn't designed him last time, Garen thought to himself that it would be really difficult for him to defeat the opponent. Regardless of power, weapons, and defense, he was far inferior to the opponent in every aspect. In the end, if he hadn't blown up the opponent's propeller and made him fall into a meteorite
Damn it, I guess there's really no way to kill him.
Now Galleon no longer enters the practice room, but directly participates in games with bonuses of at least 1,000 points, otherwise there is no profit at all.
After thinking about it, he decided to forget about the last round. Garen shook his head, finally turned off the simulator, took off his helmet and exited his seat.
I looked at the watch terminal and saw that there was a missed call at three o'clock in the afternoon. It was the shop owner over there.
Gallon felt slightly happy, the white malachite must have arrived. He quickly clicked on it and after a beeping sound, the head of an uncle was displayed on the watch screen.
"The items have arrived, when will you come and pick them up?" the car owner said eagerly as soon as he saw Gallon.
"Go directly to the grocery market?"
"No, come to the rental house next door and we'll check it out in person." 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 Right Street."
Turning off his watch, Garen stood up and glanced around. There were not many people practicing Battle.net at this time, and most students were in class.
The courses here are no different from those in the previous world. The teacher was procrastinating and couldn't teach anything good for a long time. Gallon skipped class decisively after a while. No one will say anything to you if you skip class here.
As long as you pay enough money and meet the graduation standards, no one will care about you even if you don't attend a class.
After exiting his position, he picked up 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 sunlight had dimmed slightly, and it was not too hot.
Gallon walked in the direction of the crowded school gate. As he passed the school gate, a group of students wearing white uniforms with silver edges and calm faces just walked out of the school gate and boarded a waiting silver maglev car. There was a special
The college teacher was waiting by the car door.
When Garen passed by this group of more than ten students, he faintly felt a hint of murderous intent, and his heart suddenly froze.
"These are people who have killed people and seen blood."
He stepped aside and mingled with the group of ordinary students watching the excitement, watching quietly as the group quickly boarded the speeding car.
Some people in the crowd were discussing the identities of these people in low voices.
"They are elite students."
Someone has the answer.
"They are the most elite college students in the college...I heard that not only do they not pay tuition, they even receive monthly salary from the college. Their income is very high."
"Nonsense, their strength is level two or above. They are the most elite force in our black market. They are usually tutored and 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." Two boys standing not far from Gallon whispered.
"It's true. It's said that among this group of students there are even masters of level three or above, who are very powerful. A comprehensive evaluation of level three masters, if paired with suitable corresponding mechas, it won't be a problem for people like us to pick out dozens of them."
The other girl next to her answered affirmatively. "My sister is an elite student. She earns at least 50,000 points per month. With proper arrangements for family benefits, she can freely choose college professors for guidance, but it will cost a certain amount of money."
"That's pretty good! We ordinary students don't even have the opportunity to contact those professors, right?" the boy from before said with envy.
"But they are also obligated. The real combat force of the college is actually them. Only when they actually enter the army or reach the age of thirty will they be arranged to retire, or become teachers, or go to take charge of duties in various places in the region." The girl explained in detail.
Garen moved slightly closer to these people, wanting to hear more clearly. Not only him, but also other students gathered around to listen to the girl talking about the situation.
"However, elite students generally will not be dispatched. It is enough to dispatch the police force for ordinary incidents. Only in special circumstances will these powerful elites above level two be dispatched. They must be dispatched when something happens outside."
"It is said that there was a riot and murder incident in Dongxing City. This incident shocked many people. I don't know if it was because of this incident." Someone in the crowd said.
"Probably." The girl nodded, "My sister has already been dispatched. She is the first batch of elite students. This should be the third batch of people. I don't know what happened. Three teams of elite students are actually being dispatched."
"Could it be that another domain is calling?"
"How is that possible? Our Black Disk Domain is also one of the strongest domains in the area. We are the only ones who can defeat other domains."
Garen did not continue listening after hearing this. He turned around and got out of the crowd, watching the elite students' flying cars take off slowly and quickly leave the entrance of the academy.
Then he walked towards the place he had agreed with his uncle before.
"Let's get the stone first. The qualifications of this body are too mediocre and there is no potential point. Perhaps the hope of improving the qualifications lies in the Cold Prison Peacock Kung Fu."
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 large commercial streets are filled with bustling shops, and the sound of horns is constantly coming from the dense traffic.
Most of the people coming and going on both sides of the sidewalk are tourists from out of town, and there are also a small number of residents living nearby. Occasionally, there are some students from Black Pan College among them. Wherever these students pass by, the people around them will more or less
Give him your attention.
Garen blended in with the crowd, his black hair tied into a bunch at the back. After the whole person was neatly groomed, he gave people a calm and indifferent temperament. Although he was not handsome, he was very pleasing to the eye. (To be continued...)