Chapter 6

Lu Qingxue was already in a dire situation. The three mechs in front were clearly operating as a team, and the metal flood from their close-range Vulcan cannons would consume the shield energy of her mech if hit. The three mechs subtly surrounded the white mech from three directions, and the fire suppression from these three directions made Lu Qingxue's evasion movements increasingly frantic. Behind her was a tropical jungle, where the towering trees, reaching dozens of meters high, could effectively weaken radar scanning. As Lu Qingxue retreated toward the jungle, she was unexpectedly ambushed by a yellow-green mech from behind, its high-vibration particle sword already glowing red!

The survival battle map was set on Demon Island, a volcanic island where a medium-sized guard satellite ship in the high sky would periodically launch indiscriminate attacks on the ground mechs. The system would tally the results every ten minutes, with survivors earning 3 points and each destroyed mech earning 1 point. After ten minutes, the system would compress the battle area, and those who did not enter the effective area would be forcibly removed.

At this moment, whether the four mechs were a single group or two groups, Lu Qingxue was in the most dangerous situation!

"Oh no, Senior Lu doesn't seem to notice the one behind her!" the flat-headed youth exclaimed in alarm.

Reno watched the 3D screen, his thin lips still pressed together, but the corners of his mouth were already curling up.

"Long Er, you idiot," a clear-eyed young man with glasses said coldly, not waiting for the flat-headed youth to get angry before continuing, "Senior Lu's mech is a modified military-grade Mulan-type mech, specialized in long-range attacks, land combat model, equipped with a fifth-generation engine, a standard 165mm Gauss sniper rifle from the Valpo company, a 35mm close-combat Defender, and 32 rounds of rotary rocket launchers. According to the interstellar standard, it is rated A for long-range, D for defense, D for close combat, and C for mobility. Have you found Senior Lu's sniper rifle yet, idiot?"

"You, Feng Yu!" the flat-headed youth's face turned red with anger.

"Look for yourself. Senior Lu's Mulan-Mod has an orange-red nozzle with a yellow flame, indicating it has been upgraded to a sixth-generation engine. Senior Lu is the president of the school's kendo club. She chose the Mulan-Mod and painted it white for aesthetic reasons, not for its long-range firepower! Look at the high-frequency sword on her back, idiot!" The clear-eyed young man with glasses, known as Feng Yu, continued to mock Long Er with a straight face.

"This is a Wave Leap Flash!!!?" Long Er's face contorted in shock before he could react.

In the footage, the white Mulan-Mod, with its chaotic footsteps, had a white alloy scabbard on its back. The barely visible but still attached hilt was suddenly drawn from behind, and the mech, after crouching to gather strength, the thrusters overloaded, leaning back 75 degrees, the sword tip touching the ground. In a flash, it moved at more than three times its previous speed, changing from a retreat to a backward parabolic arc, evading the fire from the three mechs in front. The yellow-green mech behind, holding the particle sword with both hands, came to an abrupt stop, and with a bang, its engine exploded, killed in one hit! The white Mulan-Mod, facing away from the yellow-green mech, slowly pulled the high-frequency sword from the energy bay and then... slowly turned around.

"This, this, isn't this Senior Lu's Wave Leap Flash? Isn't this a military A-level tactical evasion move? How can it be performed with a mech, and even with a sword, and even to injure the enemy!!! Ah!" Long Er's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a fist.

"Not bad, Qingxue truly lives up to being the female warrior of Dingshui Academy's kendo club! There's no need to look further. The military A-level action standards are extremely high. She must have unlocked the first mental lock," Reno's voice sounded, his eyes filled with admiration!

According to the Galactic Federation, for those who have not been selected through military academy channels and are under 40 years old, if they can perform three A-level or higher combat techniques on the military's public assessment day on September 17th each year, they can be exceptionally selected as Galactic Federation officers. The candidates, regardless of their background, can pass the political review and become even a low-ranking second lieutenant, which means a step into glory for those struggling to survive! The military has 379 A-level action standards, each of which has been improved over nearly a century, making them incredibly difficult to master! Mastering three of them is enough to be considered a local hero!

Sure enough, the three platinum-star candidates in the footage, upon seeing this moment, immediately stopped their charge toward the Mulan-Mod, treating it as a formidable enemy!

"Senior Lu's sixth-generation engine has just entered compensatory overload. It's about to burst," Feng Yu's eyes behind his glasses shone brightly.

One mech prepared to flee, while the other two directly activated their Vulcan cannons. The Mulan-Mod, now in 150% overload mode of the sixth-generation engine, saw its movement performance jump from C to 2C, achieving speed dominance over the three C-level mechs! Moreover, under Lu Qingxue's control, the Mulan-Mod was a close-combat master disguised as a sniper!

Point leap, jump dodge, close combat, one strike to the cockpit!

Close approach, rotary rocket burst to cripple, one strike to the cockpit!

Jump slash! The explosive speed brought kinetic energy, and under the incredibly sharp high-frequency sword, the last mech's assault rifle was cut in half with one strike!

Then it stopped, sheathed the sword, and, after confirming the surroundings were safe, the snow-white Mulan-Mod leaned against a giant tree to wait for the reactor to cool down.

"Time's up. Today's survival battle is over. 276 passed, 724 eliminated. Those who passed, please prepare and rest. The next match will start at 20:00 tomorrow."

"Too... amazing," Reno and the others exclaimed in unison.

A hiss of pressure release, followed by a beep, and the top of Virtual Cabin 3 popped open, revealing a white figure rising from inside.

A snow-white wide-sleeved swordsman's outfit made her look particularly sharp. Her shoulder-length hair was casually tied back with a black martial arts band, her slightly furrowed brows, her clear and cold eyes, her sharp chin, and her delicate neck adorned with no jewelry. Like a cold snow lotus, she was calm and independent, the president of Dingshui Academy's kendo club—Lu Qingxue.

"Senior," "Senior Lu," "Qingxue," ...

"Um," Lu Qingxue, clearly not good with words, frowned and turned her head to look at Reno, her eyes showing displeasure.

"Ah, Senior Lu, your skills have improved," Reno said with a bitter smile, rubbing his nose.

"Um, I've unlocked the first mental lock," Lu Qingxue nodded lightly. "I gained a lot of insights this time. I will go to further my understanding of the sword path."

"Ah, unlocking the first mental lock, previously only Captain Reno in the entire academy, now Senior Lu as well," the young man beside him clearly showed envy and admiration. Mental levels correspond to brain development, with higher levels indicating clearer thinking, greater computational power, stronger stress resistance, and better synergy with the optical brain. From level 1 to level 9, many people stop there for life, and level 10 is the first mental lock, a qualitative leap. Those who haven't broken through can't imagine it, but those who have will never be ordinary!

"Then tomorrow's battle?" Reno asked softly.

"Not participating."

"Um, Senior?" Long Er was clearly anxious. The survival battle rewards were substantial, not just in terms of honor but also with limited-edition mech parts.

"Long Er, I invited Senior Lu to see if real martial arts skills could significantly improve performance in mech combat. The Mulan-Mod we just saw has already given us the answer. Senior Lu has unlocked the first mental lock, and since her aspirations lie elsewhere, we shouldn't force her. What we need to do is work hard to prepare for next year's exchange battle. I'm about to graduate and might choose to further my studies in the capital or join the military. Before I leave, I will do my best! The future of the academy's mech department is in your hands."

"Senior!" Long Er and the others couldn't help but exclaim.

"Training will double for the next six months! Physical training will be increased by two levels, and I will occasionally invite Senior Lu to spar with you."

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Lu Qingxue's face remained cold and expressionless as she bid farewell to everyone and left without waiting for them to try to retain her.

"Senior clearly likes Senior Lu, but Senior Lu is like an ice block to everyone..." someone muttered behind them.

Reno, as if he hadn't heard, gazed at Lu Qingxue's back, silent.

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(Today, an alliance leader appeared. Third Brother said he would support me, but I never imagined the level of support would be so great, giving me such a pleasant surprise at the beginning of the month. I am overwhelmed with emotion, and any words of thanks seem inadequate! I will not辜负 your kindness! One Duo, the alliance leader, is mighty!!! Here is the first update of the day!)

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