A casual remark instantly wiped the smile off Ling Su's face.
Jin Shu's words were a veiled insult, implying that Jin Shu's low status meant she wouldn't have access to high-ranking military officials even if she joined the army.
What gives her the right to judge herself here?
Ling Su put away her enthusiastic smile and looked at Jin Shu with a cold gaze.
"Then cherish this opportunity to fight him. Be careful not to get killed. After all, it's not easy to come from a small place."
When she's not smiling, she looks almost exactly like her older sister, Ling Xiao.
Jin Shu withdrew her gaze and replied lightly.
"It's better to die in battle than to die a cowardly death."
"you!"
Before Ling Su could speak, Jin Shu got up and left the conference room.
Astor slowly stood up, interrupting Ling Su's complaints.
"The match is coming soon, don't let her affect your mood. Your opponent is not weak either, so don't let your guard down."
"Is Zhang Qitian particularly ruthless? I heard that he was thrown into a pile of humanoid battle armor by his teacher and father when he was a child, and it's a miracle that he survived from childhood to adulthood."
Astor suddenly chuckled.
"Do you think it's easy to be the division commander's successor? He's not strong; there are plenty of people below him who want to get rid of him."
"If you really fight him, do you think you can beat him?"
Astor shook his head.
"I don't know. I've never fought him, but based on his interstellar ranking, I can roughly guess that his strength is definitely no less than mine."
In short, stay away from him from now on.
Upon hearing this, Ling Su suddenly smiled.
"Frant Paya wanted to die in battle, didn't she? This time, we'll definitely grant her wish!"
Astor glanced at her, said nothing, checked the time, and then stretched.
"That's about it, it's time for us to set off."
The arena was built on a suspended magnetic field. In order to create a 100% realistic battlefield for the contestants, the organizers specially prepared three asteroids and simulated three real-world battlefields on them.
A Zerg space.
A raging storm.
There is also a ruined battlefield.
The main arena was already packed with people, mostly warriors from the Alliance army, as well as some wealthy and powerful StarCraft owners who had spent a lot of money to buy seats here early on.
In the very center of the viewing area is a virtual live-streaming screen that displays the battlefield from every angle. The screen is so large that it almost covers the sky, giving all the viewers below a sense of being there.
The Frant family from Little Blue Star also came. Old Master Frant Anlin specially spent tens of millions of interstellar coins to buy a seat in the stands. He sat in the center of the crowd, nervous and excited, looking up at Jin Shu as she slowly walked into the arena.
The six contestants from the two military academies are all ready and waiting; the next step is to choose their opponents.
Because they had the initiative, the Ertes Union Military Academy chose their opponent first.
Upon hearing this arrangement, the Icarus Alliance warriors, who occupied the left half of the seats, roared in dissatisfaction.
After all, sending their highly anticipated seeded player, a god-level warrior, to fight against an unknown nobody is clearly a deliberate arrangement by Ertes Military Academy, using such a disgusting tactic to waste their genius.
Because it was a live stream, the screen was now filled with comments from all over the world.
This is just like Tian Ji's horse racing strategy! What a disgusting tactic! What a waste of our Heavenly War God's fighting power!
[If I were in their shoes, I would have arranged it the same way. Who doesn't want to win? A competition is a competition; it's about determining a first and second place. What's wrong with using a little strategy?]
Am I the only one paying attention to the opponent who fought against the God of War? Will she be able to walk out of the mech alive? Let's light a candle for her online, Amen.
[I paid to watch the live stream of the battle between Qitian War God and Astor War God, and this is all I get? This is what you're supposed to show me?]
This isn't just using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; it's like using the Heaven-Slaying Dragon-Slaying Sword to kill an ant!
But rules are rules. Once the opponents are selected, each team will pilot their mechs to the real-world battlefield.
At this moment, Luo Pu, who was sitting in the auxiliary cockpit, had turned pale.
"Peya, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you."
"explain."
Jin Shu calmly adjusted the data inside the cabin, regaining the feeling from yesterday, and successfully connected her mental energy.
“I’ve seen you before. You may not remember, but I remember it very clearly. It was at the auction held at the Frant Manor. My uncle and I sneaked in. That was the first time I saw you.”
Jin Shu looked straight ahead and responded calmly.
"Hmm, and then what?"
"You are completely different now than you were back then. To be honest, I'm afraid I'll die on the field today, so I have a bold question to ask you."
Are you Peiya?
Jin Shu lowered her eyes, glanced at him, and her red lips curved into a beautiful smile.
"Who else could I be but Peiya?"
"So who are you? You can say it if you want, or you can not. Anyway, I've already solved the problem in my own heart."
The person in front of me is definitely not Frant Paya, that arrogant and aloof young lady.
The woman before me, though somewhat arrogant, was so arrogant that she commanded respect and admiration.
I'll tell you after the match is over.
"We'll come back alive, won't we?"
Just then, Jin Shu pushed the control stick all the way to the end, and the Silver Wing mech instantly soared into the sky, taking the lead in rushing towards the competition battlefield.
"Don't worry, with me, it'll be hard to die even if you want to."
At that moment, images of six warriors heading to different arenas appeared on the dome.
"Alright, now we can see that the six warriors have headed to the main battlefield. The final is about to begin. Please keep quiet and do not disrupt the order of the event."
Next, I will provide you with live commentary on this friendly match.
According to the already assigned competition teams, they are in Group 1: Ling Su and Gao Minjing.
Group 2: Astor Bailey, Stebaan Guren.
Group 3: Frant Peya, Zhang Qitian.
The three groups of contestants are now in place, and the competition will start at staggered times, with each group starting half an hour apart.
Now, please look at the first group of the competition. As you can see, contestant Ling Su is piloting a relatively conventional power-type mecha, while contestant Gao Minjing has chosen a relatively lighter and more agile combat-type mecha.
This competition simulates an endless wasteland, where contestants must compete for the Heart of the Ocean atop a hundred-story abandoned building. The winner is the one who captures the loot.
The contestants are now in position, and the competition is about to begin.
Everyone stared at the screen at the two mechs that were eager to go into battle.
The countdown ended, and Ling Su piloted his mecha, charging ahead. However, due to its massive size, its running speed was far inferior to that of the opponent's lightweight, melee-type mecha. (End of Chapter)
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