Even though his judgment was affected by the migraine, He Chen still realized that he was being followed thanks to the prompting of artificial intelligence. He tried to use other tourists around him to shake off the man, but with little success.
During the pursuit and escape, he had the illusion that he was in the cockpit of a fighter plane. Every move he made seemed like a large-angle maneuver, and because the initial speed was too low, the energy of his fighter plane was obviously declining.
Space fighter dogfights should be a tactic that every pilot should avoid. It is as dangerous as peeling fish eggs with a steel needle. If you are not careful, the plane will be destroyed and people will die.
The enemy aircraft were closing in, and the anti-radiation radar lock-on alarm in He Chen's head quickly turned into a sharp blast. Nothing could be more dangerous. If he didn't disengage quickly, his aircraft would become a toy to the enemy pilot's buttons. In reality, these machines, embodying the pinnacle of human ingenuity, were far more fragile than imagined. Even laser lock-on could destroy a space fighter. Due to currently unbreakable material limitations, the armor coating could typically only withstand a single point of irradiation for less than 12 seconds. Once locked in a one-on-one battle, the fighter entered a short lifespan countdown.
10 seconds, 9 seconds, 12 seconds, 11 seconds, 12 seconds... He Chen dodged according to the route provided by the AI, feeling like he had been loaded into a drum washing machine and turned on the automatic rinse at full speed. At one moment, the road ahead seemed pitch black, and at another, his eyes were bloodshot and stinging with anger. As an ordinary person, such a high-intensity overload would certainly not be able to sustain for long, but he inherited his father's strong willpower. Even in the First Division Martial Arts Tournament, which was attended by many Awakened, he still ranked among the top 500.
Of course, ordinary people's abilities were limited to that. At least in the piloting arena, ordinary people were essentially completely defeated. In last year's exercise, very few "ordinary people" like him had broken through the top 500 barrier, and even above the top 100, they were completely shut out. He Chen didn't know the meaning of his persistence—they all graduated from the same Space Military Academy, had 20,000 hours of flight experience, flew the same aircraft, and were equipped with the same configuration. Ordinary people simply couldn't keep up with the Awakened's evolutionary pace, destined to be eliminated genetically—or perhaps it was simply to fulfill his father's unfulfilled wish? To prove that ordinary people were still the core of humanity? To pursue the limits of human endurance?
This is impossible! He Chen wanted to shout, this is impossible. He would not stop, even if the people around him urged him to stop.
Once you persist in something meaningless, it becomes the meaning itself.
He had turned into an obstinate madman, walking down a road with no end in sight that was narrowing down until he finally crashed into the wall of death.
"Rest? Yes, I should rest. The doctor said so." He muttered to himself and slowed down his pace, putting the hallucination behind him.
Then, almost the next moment, the enemy plane, which had no way to escape, crashed straight into him, blocking his last way out.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" the man shouted, the sound transmitted through the exoskeleton and entered his ears. "Oh, whoosh—wait a minute, why are you running? Let me introduce myself, I'm Vasily, a graduate of the Space Force Flight Academy this year. You're an alumnus, right?"
"What year is this?" He Chen couldn't remember clearly.
"Star Year 51."
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