"Congratulations on the successful mental link with Yi Bai! The compatibility rate with the brain-like organism is 81.99%!"
His results surprised Wan Xingyan.
Unexpectedly, this kid, who was always in third place, made a comeback and surpassed Adela by a fraction of a second in the final assessment, and is now in second place!
The trainees below, upon hearing the news of his success, were immediately invigorated.
Could it be that the final assessment wasn't as difficult as they had imagined? Every single person who went up passed!
As soon as this idea came up, the students looked at each other and could see the joy in each other's eyes.
If that's the case, then their already lack of confidence in piloting the mecha has increased even further!
The researchers were overjoyed. The more skilled pilots they had, the greater their chances of victory, because such highly funded personnel were few and far between in a short period. With more replacements, the mechs could be continuously repaired, making even a protracted war with the Ancients less of a concern.
In fact, mechs with extremely high requirements like the Snow Woman are not suitable for human combat in the future; they can only serve as powerful weapons to resist the invasion of alien creatures.
Perhaps after the war, this war maiden standing tall between heaven and earth will be hidden away, and it is unknown when she will see the light of day again.
What can truly be used in modern warfare are small, single-person piloted mechs, which can be piloted by any soldier with decent skills. The difference between them and battle maidens is whether or not they have specially configured brain-like systems.
Brain-like thinking is the core key.
Following Jiang Cheng's line of thought, if he had enough time, he could make the single-person heavy armor soldier even larger, remove heavy cannons like plasma weapons, and add more light weapons, which could very well serve as a killing machine on the battlefield.
The smaller the object is made, the more sophisticated the technology required. At least with the combined wisdom of current researchers, it is impossible to shrink the Yuki-onna even a fraction of a second.
Even if it's reduced, it means robbing Peter to pay Paul; some light weapons would have to be removed to achieve this.
Therefore, the total height of the War Maiden is 333 meters, not an inch more or less.
It wasn't that Jiang Cheng and the researchers wanted to make it that big; it was just that big!
Technological progress takes time, and Jiang Cheng is still young; he needs time.
Leaving aside the digressions for now, Zhu Yibai was unaware of the various emotions of the students and researchers below. Like the two girls before him, he was awestruck by the vast interior of the mecha and was trying to learn more about it, becoming almost instantly immersed in it.
He was equally reluctant to leave.
As I stepped out of the cabin, I looked back every few steps, wanting to stay there for even just one more second.
This feeling of power is so addictive.
Power, authority, money.
These things can be categorized as one: once you get involved, you'll become addicted and spend your whole life pursuing them, falling into a vortex of desire.
However, having desires is never a bad thing. Many people are driven by desire to become stronger, and many strive to improve themselves because of poverty.
Everything has two sides, and so does power.
As he descended the ladder and was about to pass the next student, Zhu Yibai smiled as he watched the senior student approaching him.
This senior was someone he got along well with during his time in federal training.
Well, the senior is a bit like You Lixuan in style. He's tall and slender, wears black-rimmed glasses, and has neat short hair, but he lacks a bit of the aura he has.
It also lacked Old You's coldness.
After all, she's getting on in years.
When they were close enough, Zhu Yibai whispered "Go for it!" and raised his fist, wanting to touch the bespectacled man to show his encouragement.
After spending some time together, the other person clearly understood his meaning, and in turn clenched his fist, extended his hand, and smiled knowingly.
The two men's fists collided, and everything was understood without a word.
From the moment he stepped onto the ladder, the man kept taking deep breaths. He wasn't as calm as he appeared. He kept encouraging himself, telling himself that he would definitely make it through.
As he slowly ascended, the feelings of those below varied.
Zhao Xuerou moved her hands and feet for nearly half an hour, sweat dripping down her neck. She mechanically repeated the movements, completely absorbed in them.
This is definitely a sign of nervousness.
She tried to numb herself through her actions to achieve a sufficiently calm state.
Seeing that the fourth bespectacled man had also left, she looked towards Ke Bing for comfort, and the two met eyes.
After spending some time together, Ke Bing quickly understood and came over to comfort her, saying, "It's okay. People are passing one after another, which proves it's not difficult. We can pass too."
"When would be a good time for us to go up?"
"Let's wait and see how Yu Cong performs."
"Alright then."
Zhao Xuerou looked up and began to feel that this War Maiden was truly unattainable; just looking at her sent chills down her spine.
Fortunately, someone was there to wait with her.
Strangely enough, faced with a shared fate and daily companionship, people who used to fight every time they met have gradually become inseparable. Now they even go to the toilet hand in hand, and they never hide their innermost thoughts from each other.
Perhaps, disliking someone is simply because we don't understand them well enough.
Unfortunately, the age-old truth is that success is never easily achieved.
If something is easily obtained, then fate will take back everything it has bestowed upon the lucky one at another time.
To possess something means you deserve it.
Fate did not go as planned; the long and agonizing wait was spent suspended in the bubbles.
Yu Cong's expression began to look blank. He was like a lost child, unconsciously reaching out to touch his nose. He didn't know what else he could do.
Wan Xingyan suddenly looked up, frowned, and then exhaled. His voice made several students turn pale instantly.
"Yu Cong failed to establish a mental link, which is far from meeting the requirements. He has failed the assessment!"
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