"Is it crooked?"
Retreating to one side, the instructor squinted his eyes.
There was nothing wrong with his student’s movements, a standard chop, but it was slow, and the follow-up left a substantial opening exposed.
Based on the level of the Mech Pilot group that Bai E belonged to on the battlefield, they should have been able to dismember his arm with one strike.
But now...
The instructor glanced to the side; he spoke up because he wanted to see what this VIP from the Mechanical Court thought, yet the Mechanical Court dignitary remained silent.
The battle on the field continued.
The captain’s Mecha, with a sword strike to the Mecha’s forearm, retreated instantaneously, preemptively dodging another strike coming from a different Mecha from behind.
Therefore, the Mecha that had just been hacked at didn’t even have time to plan a counterattack before it was smashed in the chest by a blow from its ally.
"Damn!"
The voice boomed!
The chest armor was sturdier, no injuries inflicted, but the disadvantage was apparent.
This is why the weapons used for training were low-power weapons: their inability to easily break through defenses allowed for more thorough and detailed exchanges of blows.
To clearly determine a victor would require a drawn-out battle... or indeed, a vast disparity in skill.
In regular Mecha sparring sessions among peers, a point system based on hits would determine the winner, but not this time.
Inside the doubly hit Mecha, the two Mech Pilots made eye contact, fury blazing in their eyes.
They knew there was definitely a gap between themselves and the "legend," and had even braced themselves to be knocked down in one move.
However, under these tickling blows, no gap emerged, only the mediocrity of the opponent was apparent.
"Aim properly, don’t fucking hit me again!" With a brief communication through the team’s voice chat, the two Mechas once again lunged from left and right.
Bai E sighed softly and pulled his Mecha to the right.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
The alloy sword drew countless arcs through the air, the dense sword light seemingly forcing the captain’s Mecha to avoid its edge, left with no choice but to dodge repeatedly.
After endless dodging, the two attacking Mechas unwittingly created a disparity between themselves.
One after the other, as if they were working in concert.
When one would reveal an opening with a strike, there seemed to always be the other coincidentally ready to take its place.
One strike followed by another, as if without end.
The instructor, who had been watching intently with squinted eyes, couldn’t believe how the situation on the field had somehow evolved to this phase.
He had brought Bai E here to give these kids a taste of the power at the very top.
Yet instead of demonstrating the gap, these kids had been getting more and more in sync, more and more adept as they fought on.
Perhaps Captain Bai had intended to give these youngsters a chance to show off... but had he unwittingly become caught up in the performance?
With no disparity in Mecha performance, once caught in such a situation, it would be exceedingly difficult to break free.
Hmm... These pairs of kids have potential too, being able to push Bai E to this extent. How had it gone unnoticed before?
"..."
Realizing this, the instructor froze for an instant, identifying a blind spot he hadn’t noticed before.
"That’s not right..."
Had these kids ever worked together before?
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried having them spar in groups before, but those sparring sessions were not exactly fruitful.
Controlling a Mecha was already a challenging task, and battles were best handled in a one-on-one scenario without any external influence to fully utilize the Mecha’s power, which had been concluded as the most suitable arrangement for Mech Pilots in previous generations.
However, now...
Lost in thought, the instructor came back to his senses and, like seeking assistance, turned his gaze to the dignitary from the Mechanical Court next to him.
A cold smile flickered across the Mechanical Court dignitary’s usually silent disposition, "You just realized?"
From the beginning, Bai E’s plan wasn’t to quickly end the fight.
Helping the instructor train these rookie Mech Pilots in teamwork was Bai E’s real intention.
Through his own suppression, he had the Mech Pilot teams learn the essence of seamless teamwork in battle.
This intangible change, even they themselves hadn’t noticed.
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However, just as the coordination between the two mechas was becoming increasingly tacit, and the captain’s machine was constantly facing dangerous situations under their pincer attack, the moment the pilots saw a glimmer of victory, the situation changed abruptly.
In the very moment the mecha, forced to lose its balance and fall by a single cut, touched the ground, the captain’s machine braced itself with one arm and executed a whirlwind sweep kick on the spot, driving back another mecha that had already closed in.
Subsequently, with both arms propping on the ground, a reverse V-shaped flying kick struck instantaneously, solidly hitting the chest of the pursuing mecha.
The immense force instantly flipped over the huge figure, which had become unstable due to the pursuit, and the captain’s machine, pressing down on the opponent from above, then extended both hands in a twist, easily removing the head of the fallen mecha.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
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The downed group of mech pilots did not even have time to respond with a counterattack before their mecha had already lost most of its ability to resist.
With the loss of one mecha, the other was also unable to escape the grasp of doom.
In just an instant, the tide of attack and defense reversed.
However, upon witnessing that desperate counter-attack by the captain’s machine, the remaining pilots were even more excited.
A simple cooperation between two groups of mech pilots had pushed this "legendary" figure to such an extent. If it hadn’t been for their carelessness due to their proximity to victory, the so-called "legend" would have been suppressed to death.
"Watch us!"
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Two more mechas charged into battle.
That V-shaped revenge kill just now was indeed cool, but an instant of high-intensity operation inevitably led to a high load on the pilot.
The captain’s machine must have entered a brief state of overload by now, and although taking advantage of this moment might seem like an unfair win, since the instructor had said that winning by overwhelming numbers or any means of beating the opponent was still a win, why not seize the opportunity?
On the battlefield, learning to seize opportunities is equally a fundamental requirement for a warrior.
"Swoosh!"
"Ratatatatata!"
The cooperation between the second group of mechas appeared to be more thoughtful, with one attacking from a distance and one up close, one wielding a sword, and one with a gun.
Though the training-supplied machine guns couldn’t penetrate armor, they still inflicted certain damage and impact force when they hit the body.
In their regular score-based sparring sessions, these would all count as points.
Yet facing the captain’s machine, which always used its companion’s form for cover, the mecha at the rear soon abandoned the idea of sniping from a distance.
Thus, after another period of "suppression—pursuit—turnaround", two more freshly downed mechas lay on the vast earth.
The remaining pilots were visibly starting to doubt themselves, but there were always braves full of self-confidence, "This time, let’s go up three at once!"
The first two groups of mechas didn’t exert enough pressure!
Looking at the last two battles, they were just a little bit short...
Three mechas lay heavily wounded on the ground.
"... just a little bit short!"
Three mechas lay heavily wounded on the ground.
"I don’t believe it!"
Even the mechas standing further away began to offer long-range firepower support for their comrades engaged in close combat.
But the captain’s machine, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, stood as an everlasting bastion, invincible. Regardless of how many mechas approached, they only ended up being counter-killed after seemingly overpowering advances.
Each had its own way of dying...
The damaged mechas lay scattered all around, giving the maintenance-serving mechs a headache.
"..."
"Good, good, good!" The instructor’s excited voice resounded in the ears of every mech pilot.
Amazing!
Too amazing!
The instructor was touched to the point of tears.
Compared to the past absolute dominance over multiple opponents, casually counter-killing after the others had unconsciously learned to cooperate seemed even more graceful, exuding the demeanor of a peerless grandmaster.
And more so...
Was Captain Bai actually helping them train?
For the Mech Armored Corps about to go into battle against the Bug Race, the training camp led by Captain Bai was of immense significance.
If his young charges could learn to coordinate intricately, then they would clearly have far more tactical options when facing the titanic bugs of the Bug Race.
"You kept clamoring to meet Captain Bai, and now... Our Captain Bai has wasted an entire day with you during this training camp, surely you’ve seen the gap in strength, haven’t you?"
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