The school team training is divided into small and large teams, with a small team of five people and a large team of one thousand people. The mecha soldiers are responsible for fighting, and the mecha masters quickly repair the mechas after the battle. The school team commander accepts the command of the main members and passes the order to the small team.

The commander has a special perception, and the superior can connect with the subordinate. The greater the gap, the more obvious the effect. For example, 3S can directly control the A level. Some 3S commanders have extremely strong perception and can even control the SS level. However, compared with the mecha soldiers who are prone to violent in battle, the same type of command connection is more convenient and safer. Therefore, a team of five is the most appropriate combination on the battlefield, and it has been continued in the competition.

It is said that Ying Xingjue of the Imperial Military Academy directly controlled the entire pre-war zone, including the S-class mecha soldiers, and won the battle in the Fantasy Night Battle two years ago.

The boy became famous overnight.

Jin Ke is also a 3S-class commander. After training, he may be able to control the command of the entire pre-war zone, but it must include all mecha soldiers. Not only can he not control them, but he may even feel injured.

"So you didn't control me during the competition?" Wei San asked Jin Ke while sitting on the side of the rostrum in the playground.

"I have to be busy contacting the commanders of other school teams. Mecha soldiers are not within my scope." Jin Ke swung his legs with her, "If our main members get into trouble, the commanders of your team are good and can take them for a longer distance."

Wei San looked at him strangely, "Didn't the teacher say that safety comes first and competition comes second?"

"The school team can, but the main members can't help themselves." Jin Ke looked at the school team students sitting in groups of three or four to rest and laughed, "Our S-level is the future of the military region. The more one is abolished, the more likely it is that other military regions will take over."

There are a total of twelve military regions in the Federation. Except for the Imperial Military Academy, which has three military regions, the other military academies have two military regions behind them, and one has become an independent army, independent of the Federation.

There have been casualties in the competition over the years. The previous competition before Shen Tukun had the most casualties, and there was a factor that the four major military academies wanted to annex Damocles Military Academy.

In theory, there were various S-level teachers guarding the competition. Once someone withdrew from the competition, they would stop them, but sometimes they didn't even have time to send the students to the treatment cabin, and the students died.

"It will be even more brutal this year. The commanders of all the major military academies, mecha masters, and mecha soldiers are all strong. However, with Ying Xing Jue here, there will be at least ten majors serving as rescuers in each game, as well as other teachers above S level." Jin Ke supported the ground of the rostrum with both hands, "All of these majors have come out of the competition before."

"Is Major Li Ze here too?"

"Yes, but not as a rescuer. The major's mecha is gone, and he's still looking for a mecha master to rebuild it, which takes time."

Wei San kicked Jin Ke: "Can a 3S-level commander interfere with the perception of a 3S-level commander?"

Jin Ke knew what Wei San was planning as soon as she heard it: "Yes, but if I run into him, I'll be half-crippled, if not dead."

"Really?" Seeing the teacher walking over here, Wei San stood up from the podium, "I think Ying Xingjue doesn't look very healthy. Can't we deal with him during the competition?"

"His perception level is too high, and he consumes too much energy." Jin Ke grabbed Wei San's leg and stood up.

"Fuck, you're going to pull my pants off." Wei San pulled Jin Ke up, "Why do I think you're very energetic?"

"I'm just an ordinary 3S level, how can it be the same?" Jin Ke glanced at Wei San, "You're very listless."

"I stayed up late, Ying Xingjue also stayed up late?" Wei San sneered, when she was willing to have two big dark circles under her eyes every day.

After the two looked at each other, they sighed.

——Life is hard.

"Let's go, I'm going to train." Jin Ke waved her hand.

The two went to their own training grounds separately.

The school team mecha soldiers are used as force output, and basically they are trained on a daily basis. The squads change formations and the unified and concentrated training is command. They are trying to connect with Jin Ke, and the mecha master is responsible for observing the mecha of their own squad so that they can practice maintenance during the competition.

After resting, Wei San released the mecha on the playground.

"Blood drop!"

The mecha master of Wei San's squad, as soon as she saw her release the blood drop, she rubbed against the mecha and touched it.

"Wuwuwu, I dream of the love machine."

Wei San didn't react yet, and even understood the words of the mecha master. She dreamed of the love machine just to touch the S-class mecha and see what the difference was from the A-class mecha.

But Ding Hemei and Nie Haoqi beside him were speechless. It was too much. Seeing someone touching their mecha in such a lewd way, no mecha soldier could stand it.

"How can you stand him touching your mecha like this, Wei San?" Ding Hemei asked Wei San in a low voice. Repairing a mecha is repairing a mecha, but touching it in front of him is provocative!

"It's just a touch." Wei San said indifferently. She also likes this when she likes other people's mechas.

Ding Hemei: "Wei San, the teacher said you were lazy before, but I didn't expect you to sacrifice so much for the competition. The teacher must have misunderstood you before."

Wei San: "?"

After the mecha master touched it once, he was finally satisfied. He turned to Wei San and sighed: "If Teacher Xiang hadn't given it to you, I don't know if I could touch the blood drop in my life."

S-level mechas made by S-level mecha masters cannot be mass-produced, not only because of the one-to-one design, but also because of the chance of feeling when they were made. Even if the same mecha master uses the same material, he may not be able to make the same mecha again.

The blood drop was made by an S-level mecha master, and it is perfect in all aspects. In addition, it has a reputation earned by a former mecha soldier, so it is not an exaggeration to call it the top mecha in A.

Some A-class mechas were passed down in this way, and some were put aside because no suitable candidates were found, and gradually disappeared from the public.

"Can you check it quickly?" Ding Hemei was not used to the mecha master's behavior, and was afraid that the next mecha to suffer the consequences would be her own mecha.

"It's almost there." The mecha master connected all three mechas to his optical computer and opened the data board. "The left knee joint of the light mecha is a bit worn out. Senior Sister Ding, you should pay attention to it. This one... um, is it good?"

"I think it's good too." Nie Haoqi touched his head, "It's much better than the previous mecha."

He even felt that he was much better.

"I remember that your mech is new. You should practice more often and form a sense of connection with the mech, so that you can get better with it." The mech master looked at the data board and whispered, "Strange." "

What's strange?" Nie Haoqi asked nervously. He just got this mech and it's very precious. He can't stand any bad words.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that your mech is too well balanced." The mech master took the data board, "You guys train, I'll do some tests first."

Hearing the praise from her "peers", Wei San agreed in her heart. She also felt that the mecha was well made. If Nie Haoqi could give her more money, she could do even better on the weapon.

Speaking of mecha, she had not participated in the black factory competition for a while because she did not have a mecha, but the design drawings had been made, and now she was waiting for the store owner to help her import the materials.

...

In the evening, Wei San received a message from the store owner, saying that except for a few parts that were not found, the rest had basically been imported.

That night, she hurried to the underground floor of the black factory to prepare to build the mecha frame.

"Why..." The store owner stood outside, staring at Wei San, and asked the question that he had long been thinking, "Is it as easy for you to make a mecha as pulling a carrot?" He

had just finished making a mecha some time ago, and now he was going to make another one.

You have to know that to build a mecha, the mecha master needs to use perception. The internal structure of the mecha is complicated. It often takes them several months or even years to fully restore a mecha. Otherwise, uncontrolled high intensity will only damage the perception.

"Is it simple?" Wei San squatted on the ground and put away the drawings. "It has been difficult for me to keep the price within a reasonable range and not reduce the attack power of the mecha."

The owner: They are talking about completely different things. He suspected that she was playing the pig to eat the tiger.

"Are you familiar with Qi'anxi?"

"Yes, I modified his mecha for me before." Wei San stood up holding the blueprint, "Boss, why are you asking this?"

"Today, Qi'anxi is challenging his top ten, and his ranking keeps moving to the random pool in front. According to this calculation, he will face the God of Death tomorrow." The owner was obviously very interested, "On the previous massacre day, your points ranking was completely swapped with the God of Death. Now the God of Death fell to the bottom and ended up running into Qi'anxi. The black factories are all betting on who will win."

"It must be Qi'anxi, he's amazing." Wei San said without hesitation, "The God of Death took advantage of the mecha, and his moves are violent. He will be flawed with just a little challenge."

"The tickets are sold out. Use your player account to buy one for me and I'll pay you."

The next day, Wei San was still working on the mecha on the underground floor. The shop owner who got the ticket closed the shop outside and went to the underground floor to watch the game.

Wei San was still building the internal engine of the mecha. After a while, she multitasked, turned on the optical computer, and spent points to buy Qi Anxi's live video.

In the video, the mecha of the god of death has been repaired. Standing in the middle of the ring, he is still arrogant, looking at the players who come up, and still has an expression of killing the opponent.

Qi Anxi jumped into the mecha cabin, unmoved, waiting for the game to begin.

The god of death's moves are indeed average, relying entirely on violence and mecha, but his mecha is too good. Usually, if an A-level encounters it, he will basically be slaughtered.

Qi Anxi's movements were light, like those in an aesthetic textbook, and he brought the lightness of the light mecha to the extreme. The Grim Reaper couldn't even touch him, and could only become more manic.

Wei San sat in front of the operating table, biting a part of the mecha, and looked up at the duel between the two people on the light screen.

Yesterday, she didn't say that Qi Anxi was powerful casually. Judging from the match with the Grim Reaper, she had used all her strength that night. Qi Anxi clearly left some room for herself, and she didn't even use the Cloud Breaking Wings.

Wei San remembered Qi Anxi's moves against the Grim Reaper, and then reviewed in his mind what he should do against the Grim Reaper.

Of course, there was the influence of the mecha, but Qi Anxi's every move hit the most critical part, and Wei San didn't understand the abnormality of the Grim Reaper mecha until after the fight that night.

In the light curtain, Qi'anxi's moves were aimed at the joints of the Grim Reaper, and finally the crossbow arrows directly penetrated his knees, making him kneel on the stage.

Wei San slowly took out the mecha piece in his mouth, amazing!

The Grim Reaper was unwilling to give up, and obviously couldn't believe that after his mecha was transformed, he was defeated by two new L3-levels in succession. He knelt on the stage and wanted to sneak attack Qi'anxi.

Qi'anxi turned around and kicked the head of the Grim Reaper mecha off, leaving no chance.

Wei San: "......?!!"

Qi'anxi was very easy to talk to before, when did he become so violent? The aura on his body is different.