After receiving the news from Yan Hao, Sheng Heng came to the outside of the laboratory with trepidation and knocked on the door. After a while, the door was opened from the inside.
"Senior." Yan Hao saw Sheng Heng, his eyebrows curved, revealing two cute dimples, "Come in quickly."
Sheng Heng hummed and stepped in. When he raised his eyes, he saw the Black Soul standing in the center of the laboratory. From the outside, the Black Soul looked no different.
"Mr. Zhong." Sheng Heng bowed respectfully to Mr. Zhong, "Thank you."
Sheng Heng knew that the reason why Mr. Zhong helped him upgrade his dark soul was all because of Yan Hao's consideration, but no matter what, he was the one who benefited in the end, so he had to say thank you in person.
Elder Zhong looked at Sheng Heng with some scrutiny, and then said calmly: "Compared to your father and brother, you lack the courage of a soldier."
Babi Chong looked at his teacher in surprise. Although Master Zhong had a bad temper, he always scolded his students. He just couldn't stand outsiders and didn't bother to pay attention to them. But today, Master Zhong not only paid attention to Sheng Heng, but even said something that could be regarded as criticism.
"Mr. Zhong is right. I am indeed much worse than my father and brother." Sheng Heng was not angry. He looked up and said calmly, "But I have always tried my best to catch up with them. Now I finally have this opportunity."
After saying that, Sheng Heng turned his gaze to the black soul standing nearby.
"Admiral Sheng is a level nine mecha warrior, and Major General Sheng is level eight. Even with the Black Soul, you are at most a level six mecha warrior." said Elder Zhong.
"My father once told me that as a soldier, the most important thing is not how high the position is, nor the ability to drive a higher-level mecha, but the belief in defending the country. On this battlefield, every soldier, regardless of his rank, is a hero of the Federation." Sheng Heng said, "My goal is not high, as long as I can drive a mecha to fight for the Federation, I believe, this is what my father wants to see."
Mr. Zhong's scrutiny softened a little, but his tone was still a little disdainful: "Although you are average in all aspects, Xiaohao likes you. After you get married, just treat Xiaohao well."
"!!" Transition, what transition?
"Old Pang gave you a pair of level 8 particle cannons as a gift, so I'll give you this level 6 mimicry system as a gift." After saying that, Old Zhong rubbed his aching neck, "I've been exhausted these past few days, Ba Yun, come back with me and give me a shoulder massage."
“It’s the teacher.”
With that, the master and disciple left the laboratory very naturally, leaving the space to the young couple.
Yan Hao walked up to Sheng Heng and saw that his eyes were dull, as if he had suffered a huge blow. He held Sheng Heng's hand with some heartache and said softly but firmly: "Don't worry, senior, I will study hard and break through the bottleneck of the mimicry system as soon as possible. You will definitely not be just a level 6 mecha warrior."
Yan Hao thought Sheng Heng was hit by what Mr. Zhong said, "You are just a level 6 mecha warrior."
"Mr. Zhong just said that this..." Sheng Heng pointed at Heihun, "is it a gift for me?"
"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.
"That pair of level eight particle cannons..." Sheng Heng pointed at the particle cannons on Black Soul's shoulders, "Is that a gift from Elder Pang?"
"Yeah." Yan Hao continued to nod.
Sheng Heng covered his face and gave a helpless smile, "Father and Mother, it seems that your son is getting married."
However, Sheng Heng did not dwell on this matter for too long. He just wanted to marry her, and he would consider it as marrying into the wife's family. After adjusting his mood, Sheng Heng could not wait to enter the cockpit and began to pilot the Black Soul in the sixth level state.
Sheng Heng controlled the Black Soul, drew out the Mysterious Spear, and began to dance vigorously in the small laboratory. His movements were agile, swift, and varied. Many movements that were impossible to perform before could now be performed with the help of the sixth-level mimicry system.
Sheng Heng was so excited that he took Yan Hao to the training ground of the base on the spot, intending to challenge Qiu Zian to a duel.
The news that Master Zhong helped Black Soul modify the mecha spread throughout the base, so when Sheng Hengyi appeared in the training ground, the surrounding soldiers stopped what they were doing and came to watch. They wanted to see what the difference was between this legendary mimic mecha and the traditional mecha.
Qiu Zian stood opposite, looking at the eager Sheng Heng, and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, you only got this mecha half an hour ago, don't you need to get familiar with it?"
"No need." Sheng Heng shook his head.
"Are you sure you want to fight me? Otherwise, I'd better find you a level 6 mecha warrior. Don't let me beat you and you say I took advantage of the mecha." Qiu Zian looked like he was sure to win against Sheng Heng.
"It's still uncertain who will win and who will lose." Sheng Heng said unwillingly.
Suddenly, there was a jeer in the training ground.
"Second Master is right. Beat him up."
"Captain Qiu, you can't lose, otherwise you will bring shame to the God of War Corps."
In the base, it is common for soldiers to compete with each other. Winning or losing is not the most important thing. What is important is not to lose momentum.
"Zi'an, if you lose, you will lead the team on patrol for a month." Sheng Zhuo, who was standing by, heard this and couldn't help but interrupt, "Sheng Heng, if you can hold out for fifteen minutes without losing, I will allow you to join the team on an expedition during this holiday."
Sheng Heng's eyes lit up and he looked at his elder brother: "What if I win?"
"Hey, Second Young Master, you're being too arrogant." Qiu Zian was dissatisfied with Sheng Heng's contempt.
Sheng Heng ignored him and continued looking at his elder brother.
"If you win, I will talk to my father and let you officially join the God of War Legion." Sheng Zhuo said.
"It's a deal." Sheng Heng's eyes were sharp. He turned around and took a few jumps, then entered the cockpit first.
Qiu Zian stopped talking and also stepped onto his own mecha. The two mechas retreated at the same time, moving to a suitable distance apart.
The atmosphere was tense.
The first to attack was Sheng Heng. Heihun raised his arms, and the Xuanming Spear slipped out from his arms. Heihun raised his hands to catch it, and then completed the connection. The whole action was smooth and neat, and it took less than a second.
But he did not rush over immediately. Instead, he waited for Qiu Zian on the opposite side to draw out the particle lightsaber before rushing over.
In the stands, Sheng Zhuo looked at Yan Hao standing beside him with interest and asked, "Xiao Hao, who do you think will win?"
"I don't know." Yan Hao shook his head honestly.
"I thought you were going to say Sheng Heng would definitely win."
"I don't know Captain Qiu's strength, so I can't make a judgment." Yan Hao said, "But from the perspective of mecha alone, a level 6 Black Soul is not necessarily worse than Captain Qiu's level 7 mecha."
Sheng Zhuo's eyebrows jumped and he asked, "Level 6 mechas and level 7 mechas are one level apart, how can they be compared?"
"Level 7 mechas are indeed more sensitive than level 6 mechas, but mimic mechas do not require operating instructions. For the same action, senior only needs to react intuitively, but the driver of a traditional mecha needs to control the mecha through instructions first. In terms of adaptability, traditional mechas and mimic mechas are not at the same level." Yan Hao said, "If the level gap is too large, there may be a difference in strength due to the strength of the weapon, but if there is only a difference of one level, the mimic mecha can be completely ignored."
Not only that, the mimic mecha has an incomparable advantage, it will not become unresponsive due to long-term operation and finger fatigue. As a mecha warrior, Sheng Zhuo almost instantly came up with several ways to use the characteristics of the mimic mecha to deal with you, a traditional mecha.
There was a loud "bang" and cheers came from the training ground.
Sheng Zhuo turned around and saw that the mecha driven by Qiu Zian was holding one of Black Soul's hands, half pressing Black Soul to the ground. This was a grappling move that Qiu Zian often used in battle. The speed was strange, and it was easy for him to hit someone who was not prepared.
"Second Young Master, let me teach you the cruelty of the battlefield." Qiu Zian said, and the long sword in his hand was about to chop towards the black soul's arm.
At this moment, Black Soul's body suddenly tilted slightly downward. Qiu Zian was originally using the force to press on Black Soul. When Black Soul moved, his mecha also tilted a little, and then the direction of the sword in his hand was wrong.
Qiu Zian quickly adjusted the shape of the mecha. He typed out a long string of commands, and the battle situation outside had already changed. After the black soul tilted slightly, one hand supported the ground, and the huge body rolled on the spot in a weird posture, directly flipping out of Qiu Zian's control range. As he flipped out, the Xuanming Spear held in his right arm turned around and stabbed directly into the shoulder of Qiu Zian's mecha.
The whole process took only one second, but the Dark Soul performed at least five precise movements simultaneously within this one second. This was something that was almost impossible for a traditional mecha to do.
For a second, even if they could think of the instructions, their fingers wouldn't be able to type them.
"What a fast operation." someone exclaimed.
"The Second Young Master is driving a mimicry mecha. That's not an operation, it's the body's instinctive reaction." Someone realized.
Sheng Heng seemed to have found a fighting technique. In the following battle, he specifically guided Qiu Zian to perform some particularly complex and delicate movements, and then suddenly turned around when it was difficult for Qiu Zian to change direction, and took the opportunity to attack. After a few minutes, Qiu Zian's reaction speed was obviously much slower than at the beginning. This was because Qiu Zian was experienced and had strong adaptability. If it were someone else, Sheng Heng would have deliberately guided him several times and made him flustered.
Finally, after the battle lasted for fifteen minutes, Sheng Heng used his cleverness to hit the opponent's mecha with the Xuanming Gun and won the battle.
Instantly, there was an uproar in the field.
Although at the beginning, some people clamored for Sheng Heng to beat Qiu Zian, but no one in the training ground really thought that Sheng Heng could beat Qiu Zian. One was a battle-hardened seventh-level mecha warrior, and the other was a student with little combat experience. No matter how you looked at it, it was a battle of great disparity in strength.
Is this the power of the mimic mecha?
After a while, the two men came out of the mecha at the same time. Qiu Zian lost the game, but he didn't look upset. He just laughed and scolded from a distance: "You kid, you look quite honest normally, but why are you so mean in battle?"
Sheng Heng smiled and responded: "I'm definitely no match for you in terms of fighting skills, so I can only use tricks."
Qiu Zian laughed and punched Sheng Heng: "However, the mimicry mecha is indeed powerful."
After the practice match, Sheng Heng formally introduced Yan Hao to his eldest brother. Since the two had met several times before, Yan Hao was quite calm and not awkward. Sheng Zhuo even transferred 100 million star coins to Yan Hao on the spot, saying it was a red envelope for Yan Hao to meet him.
"You came in a hurry, and there's nothing good in the base. After thinking about it, money is the most practical. The early stages of learning mecha manufacturing are the most expensive, so I'll give you these star coins to buy materials." Sheng Zhuo said generously.
"But, this is too much." Yan Hao was a little hesitant to accept it.
"It's okay, you take it." Sheng Heng held Yan Hao down, "My brother is in the army all year round, and he has nowhere to spend his money."
Sheng Zhuo rolled his eyes at his brother, but did not refute.
"But it's too much." Yan Hao said in a low voice.
"This is a gift from my brother to you. He will be unhappy if you don't accept it." Sheng Heng said.
Upon hearing this, Yan Hao glanced at Sheng Zhuo cautiously.
Sheng Zhuo nodded seriously.
Yan Hao didn't dare to refuse: "Then I'll accept it, thank you, big brother."
"Good boy." Sheng Zhuo nodded with satisfaction. "Originally, I wanted to prepare some rare ores for you, but I went to the warehouse two days ago and didn't find anything particularly rare, so I didn't take any. But if you want any ores in the future, just tell Sheng Heng. Our family has several resource stars, and a lot of ores are produced every year. Let Sheng Heng take you to pick them. It's our own home, so don't be polite."
Yan Hao blushed at the word "home", but he couldn't bear to refuse. Compared to what Sheng Heng said before that he was afraid of making Sheng Zhuo angry, the word "home" was more convincing to Yan Hao.
The gift given in the name of home is the temptation he cannot refuse.
The three of them were chatting about family matters, mostly Sheng Zhuo talking about the interesting things that happened when his brother was a child. Suddenly, Sheng Zhuo's face turned pale and he closed his eyes.
"Brother?" Sheng Heng was startled and stood up.
"It's okay." Sheng Zhuo waved his hand, "Maybe I haven't slept well recently."
"I feel your mental power fluctuating." Sheng Heng has S-level mental power, and his sensitivity to mental power is also very strong. When Sheng Zhuo's face was not right just now, he felt a very large ups and downs of mental power fluctuations. If the owner does not do it deliberately, mental power will not overflow under normal circumstances. Unless there is an abnormality in mental power.
"Is there something wrong with big brother's mental strength?" Yan Hao asked.
Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao and said, "I said before that I wanted to ask you for help because of my brother's matter."
He originally thought that as long as his eldest brother did not go on a mission, there would be no problem. Now it seems that the state of his eldest brother's sea of consciousness is more serious than he thought.
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