Chapter 6

If the security center was in chaos, then the surrounding students were like a group collectively hyped up, falling into a frenzy and overwhelmingly supporting the Farming King.

They had never seen such an operation.

It was too flashy, too outrageous!

In the era of classical light armor, key-operated control panels were prevalent, and that was also the time when alien-shaped light armor shone. Engineers only needed to memorize specific command key combinations to control the light armor for corresponding operations. There was no essential difference between alien-shaped and humanoid light armor, and it did not affect their operation. In that era, spiders, wolves, and birds were common forms of light armor, and hand speed was a symbol of strength.

The appearance of the brain control device changed everything, signaling the end of the classical era. It could recognize human brain waves and connect with the light armor, allowing humans to control the light armor directly through their consciousness. Brain control enabled faster and more precise operations, completely freeing human hands.

Light armor gradually became an extension of the human body, becoming a "second body" for humans.

A human "body" could only be humanoid.

Humans could not imagine themselves as fish or birds, could not simulate having six legs, and could not feel what it was like to have nine tails.

Alien-shaped light armor quickly faded from the historical stage, and humanoid light armor became the only choice. The scenes of battle spiders advancing silently in underground caves and light armor wolves running through the forest disappeared with the demise of classical light armor.

Now is the era of brain control, the era of humanoid light armor.

When the freshmen saw the Farming King charging forward like a rhinoceros, the atmosphere was instantly ignited.

"Charge! Farming King, charge!"

"Run, Farming King!"

"Damn! God-like operation!"

"Shit! Insane operation!"

Inside the Farming King's cockpit, Long Cheng saw a sea of red system alerts, with continuous beeping alarm sounds.

"Pile driving depth not up to standard, please reposition!"

"Pile driving depth not up to standard, please reposition!"

...

The instructor had said, "Never complain about the weapon in your hand. Even a chopstick is more useful than complaining." Long Cheng thought the instructor was right. The Farming King was not the best combat light armor, but it was still a light armor.

Much better than being unarmed.

On the night Long Cheng decided to come to school, he began to rack his brain to explore the potential of the Farming King. After entering the training camp, or rather, the school, he could snatch light armor from other students, but in the initial battles, he could only rely on the Farming King.

The pile driver had a good output power and was excellent for blunt force attacks, much better than a sledgehammer, with a high-frequency vibration that was hard to defend against. By changing the front end, such as to a steel spike, it immediately became a highly lethal weapon.

Using the pile driver as a force point was a tactic Long Cheng conceived to compensate for the Farming King's lack of mobility. Initially, he only intended to use it to break free when hitting the opponent's light armor.

The four-legged stance was a spontaneous idea based on this tactic.

Observing animals was a required course in the training camp. Long Cheng often observed felines, wolves, and snakes, which had coordinated movements, were good at hiding, and launched attacks like thunder, with astonishing explosive power.

Driving the light armor like a beast was his first time.

Long Cheng ran awkwardly, feeling his movements were uncoordinated. He recalled the details of the beasts he had observed and continuously adjusted his actions. Unfortunately, the Farming King was equipped with a civilian-grade brain control device, the most basic model, with low precision and no feedback, so Long Cheng could not determine the effect.

The reason Long Cheng chose to run on all fours was not because he thought four legs were faster than two. He was not a beast and was not good at running on all fours.

He considered the rhythm.

Using two pile drivers provided more powerful energy output, but if only they were used, the Farming King's running rhythm would be easily captured. Adding the two legs provided more force points, allowing for more variations and more directional changes.

The instructor had said, "Rhythm is the core of combat."

Long Cheng disliked the instructor, hated the training camp, and abhorred killing, but strangely, he always remembered what the instructor said.

That's why he survived.

The light bullets streaked past, leaving straight traces in the air, and the explosions echoed in his ears. Suddenly, Long Cheng was pulled into a blood-red memory.

"Don't be a killer, find a way to escape."

Anna's words seemed to have been said yesterday.

Long Cheng felt a bit guilty. He hadn't dreamed of Anna for a while and hoped she wouldn't blame him.

The red warning boxes kept flashing, dyeing his vision red, like looking through a blood curtain at the distant principal's office.

He remembered a training session, a higher peak, with dense automatic fire turrets spewing countless tongues of fire, dyeing the sky and the peak red.

Sixteen students died in that training session.

The R6 power core finally reached full power, and Long Cheng caught the low-frequency hum, like a monster just waking up in the dark night, roaring. The surging power flowed through the joints to every part of the light armor.

The Farming King began to accelerate.

The Farming King's joints lacked shock absorbers and a full-body hydraulic cushioning system. Long Cheng had to bind himself with old-style safety belts to ensure he wouldn't fall off the pilot seat. The force feedback from the light armor was very hard and direct, and each landing felt like a punch.

Long Cheng didn't care about these. Even if it was a real punch, he wouldn't care; he was very tough.

He needed to seize the time.

He only had 6 minutes, and 1 minute had already passed.

The security center was in chaos.

The sweet voice of the main control AI said, "Open the animal encyclopedia database, select characteristics, four-legged walking, collecting motion parameters, starting matching calculations!"

"Reference target: horse, match failed!"

"Reference target: cheetah, match failed!"

"Reference target: tiger, match failed!"

...

The noise in the security center grew louder, becoming increasingly chaotic, with curses and shouts. They were under a lot of pressure.

Every year, when new students enrolled, the school arranged a special "little show." When they received the order from the principal's office, they knew it was this year's "little show."

The security center had high salaries, and the principal was generous but extremely strict. If today's "little show" failed, what would await them? Salary cuts were inevitable, and dismissal was highly likely. The security center had been bombed twice, each time causing significant personnel upheaval.

Panic spread in the security center, and no one wanted to be dismissed. On a backward agricultural planet like Jingxing, it was hard to find a job with a higher salary than the security center.

"Reference target: crocodile, match failed."

"Reference target: raccoon, match failed."

"Reference target: panda, match failed!"

...

A staff member could no longer bear the pressure, clutching his head and involuntarily wailing, "Please, be human!"

Among everyone, Fermi was the most nervous. If others had a chance of being dismissed, he was 100% certain to be dismissed. He violently tore open his shirt collar, sweat trickling down his neck, but he was unaware. His face was flushed, and his breathing was rapid, like a gambler about to lose everything.

In theory, only 1 minute and 45 seconds had passed, and they still had enough time, but Fermi felt increasingly uneasy. As a veteran who had participated in many battles on the front lines, he trusted his intuition, and bad meant danger.

At that moment, a colleague nearby suddenly shouted loudly.

"Damn it! I need help! I can't lock onto him!"

"Can't lock! Can't lock! I'll say it again, can't lock!"

"Fuck!"

Unable to lock! It was like a lightning bolt striking Fermi, and he suddenly understood the source of his unease. They had thought the previous attacks missed because the main control AI couldn't calculate the Farming King's movement pattern. Only when his colleague called for help did he realize that the opponent's movement was not only strange but also highly skilled.

After recognizing the opponent's level, the irritable Fermi immediately calmed down.

How does a close-combat light armor evade attack locks?

Any qualified engineer would provide many solutions, such as electromagnetic interference, fogging technology, super stealth, small decoy drones, etc. Fermi knew even more, being well-informed. These solutions were now integrated into various modules, and you just needed to buy and install them to achieve the corresponding functions.

However, the Farming King was an agricultural light armor, with nothing on it.

How did it evade the lock? Did it have the relevant module?

Fermi suddenly felt curious and brought up all the surveillance cameras near Long Cheng, constantly switching between them.

In the surveillance footage, the Farming King did not release any light or shadow, only constantly dashing left and right, wild and ghostly. The nearby radar did not detect any abnormal electromagnetic signals. Fermi's observation skills returned to normal as he calmed down, and he quickly noticed some unusual details.

For example, the Farming King was very good at finding blind spots in the firepower.

The school's firepower points were carefully arranged by experts, with no blind spots. However, because the alert level was only set to level three, many firepower points were not activated, creating some blind spots and vacuum zones.

The Farming King was very good at using these blind spots and vacuum zones and almost never entered dangerous concentrated fire zones.

Fermi found it hard to believe, even as a veteran, he couldn't achieve such a level.

Tactical awareness was difficult to learn in classrooms or training grounds and often required extensive combat experience to accumulate. It couldn't be quantified but played a crucial role in combat.

Compared to believing that a minor student had such strong tactical awareness, Fermi believed more that the opponent had meticulously studied the school's firepower distribution.

Was it a conspiracy? Sent by another school to challenge them?

Fermi stroked his chin, his thoughts becoming clear, and his perception of the Farming King changed completely.

The Farming King seemed to be running on all fours like a beast, but in reality, it was using the pile driver and its legs as force points to change its shape. The more he observed, the more excited Fermi became.

The Farming King's posture was very awkward and uncoordinated, but the frequency of directional changes was extremely high, sometimes completing several changes in a second. Most importantly, the changes had no discernible pattern.

A sudden ancient term popped into Fermi's mind:

— Unordered Waveform Jump.

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