Chapter 400: Chapter 175: Bomb Your Sister 3000
(Ruan mentioned that starting from October 5th, there would be a continuous outburst, so everyone, please be patient for now.)
Mu Fan subconsciously grabbed the rugged and domineering pistol, feeling its substantial heft in his hand.
“Sandstorm 92 pistol, 12.43mm Dum bullets. At close range, one shot can blow away half a person’s body. I really like this kind of manly weapon,” Ruan Xiongfei said with a grin seeing Mu Fan blankly staring at the firearm in his hand.
Then, Mu Fan opened his mouth wide and looked at the Bald Instructor, “You’re not wrong, you want me to shoot at you with this?”
“Quit dawdling, just shoot me if you listen to me,” Ruan Xiongfei said impatiently, motioning for Mu Fan to hurry up.
His palm caressed the shallow golden pattern, feeling the unique coldness of the metal.
Looking up again at Ruan Xiongfei opposite him, a distance of 3 meters.
At this range, the bullet’s velocity was close to 400 meters per second.
You could say that the moment the gun fired, a cloud of blood mist would explode in front of him.
Ruan Xiongfei still seemed carefree, resting on a saber with no defenses whatsoever.
But when his gaze met the Bald Instructor’s, the latter gave him an affirmative look.
With a nimble spin of the pistol, Mu Fan aimed the dark muzzle at Ruan Xiongfei’s chest.
The instant his right eye squinted, he pulled the trigger.
“Bang!” The loud gunshot echoed across the training field.
“Ding.” A streak of cold light flashed at the same time.
So fast!!
Now, in Mu Fan’s eyes, there was nothing but that astonishing slash!
At that moment, Ruan Xiongfei was holding the saber with both hands, the tip of the blade steadily positioned to his right front.
That bullet…
had been split in two!
The metal bullet head split into two halves and fell onto the ground.
Ruan Xiongfei had moved from holding the saber with both hands to slashing out so violently, that Mu Fan, not yet having entered the Dark Breath state, could only see an extremely fast afterimage.
Then he keenly caught the sound of the blade cutting through the bullet head.
Extremely faint and minute.
And then, the image of the burly Bald man retracting his force finally came sharply into view.
A slash at the peak of swiftness!
Ruan Xiongfei bared his teeth in a smile at Mu Fan.
“Kid, this move is called ‘slicing the bullet’…”
Mu Fan rolled his eyes; there was no need to say it, he already knew it was ‘slicing the bullet.’
Laughing heartily, Ruan Xiongfei, not the least bit embarrassed about his crude speech, sheathed his saber and stood up, saying to Mu Fan, “Can you perform this level of defense?”
Mu Fan shook his head, “I can’t.” If he could, he wouldn’t have been shot twice.
“Then train until you can,” the Bald man said with a meaningful smile.
“I roughly understand your specialties. Your physical condition is exceptional, and you seem to keep your mecha skills quite hidden,” Ruan Xiongfei gave a straight-to-the-point introduction of Mu Fan’s current basic characteristics.
“Although I’m not sure about your precise level, I feel that you probably rely on your body’s quick reflexes to forcibly correct some mecha maneuvers, right?”
Mu Fan thought about how his hand speed had improved and the scenes of full-body synchronized combat while piloting the Shura, all based on his superb muscle response ability, so he nodded.
Ruan Xiongfei snapped his fingers, “Your advantage should be continuously magnified. In my view, there’s still a lot of room for improvement in your physical condition; you just lack stronger training.”
“As a mecha pilot, the Mechanical Master’s personal skills directly affect the performance of the mecha. For instance, your body’s capacity to bear strength, the reaction speed of your muscles, your hand-brain coordination. In my eyes, you are an uncut gem, and what I have to do is to carve you to the utmost. So, I demand that the progress in your physical condition continue until the day you can split a bullet in two from 10 meters away, then I will teach you—”
Ruan Xiongfei intentionally paused, then smiled broadly, “—to pilot the Thunderhawk!”
This time, Mu Fan’s expression truly lost its composure.
The vision of the purple lightning giant figure floating in the air, one look etches it forever in memory, and Mu Fan did not expect that on the first day of school Ruan Xiongfei would repeat what he had said at the recruitment scene.
Hearing the noticeably rapid breathing of the young man before him, Ruan Xiongfei scratched his Bald head and chuckled, “So, kid, work hard! I suggest you train more in the Gravity Room, start trying to slice rubber bullets above level 40… Hmm, level 60 should be about right.”
“Yes, Instructor! I will work hard,” Mu Fan nodded in response.
“Alright, then spend this month, while they are doing military exercises, to familiarize yourself with mecha operation with Xu Jiang. That’s all for today,” Ruan Xiongfei waved his hand, signaling the end of today’s talk.
Mu Fan saw the Bald pick up the Sky Communication and speak a few words to Xu Jiang, and then the metal door behind them opened.
Watching the Bald wield the Saber, Mu Fan bowed again in thanks before turning to leave.
After following the route for a short while, Mu Fan saw Xu Jiang leaning against the wall.
“Instructor.”
“You’ve arrived, Ruan’s talk was faster than I expected. Alright, go back and get ready to start training.”
“Yes!”
Mu Fan quickly returned to the station with three sci-fi-styled cockpit simulators.
He skillfully took his seat and then put on the matching virtual helmet. With the sound of mechanical gears turning, his cockpit slowly rose.
The pale blue ghostly light covered the entire room. Watching the three students already entering the virtual battle net world, Xu Jiang smiled faintly and stepped out of the room.
…
Mu Fan had entered the unique PO Battle Net.
The initial experience was no different than before, with the same character ascension animation—but without Black’s interference, the system Elf’s prompt voice sounded much more stiff and formal.
Starting Mecha training from the PO Battle Net, is that really okay?
[Please create a personal nickname for the player]
Mu Fan thought for a moment and said two words, “Shura.”
That Mecha, unbeknownst to where, had always been the highest existence Mu Fan admired.
Without Black’s meddling, Mu Fan was finally able to register the ID successfully.
[Choose: PO Battle Net Duel (Open to Platinum and above)]
[Choose: Panstellar Academy Intranet Duel (Open to Gold and above)]
[Choose: Dingchuan Academy Intranet Duel]
The three emerging options left Mu Fan speechless.
Couldn’t you just directly go in, the other two options are obviously just toying with people.
So there Mu Fan was, all alone in the duel area, looking at a scene so rudimentary it instinctually compelled one to disregard it and instead focus on the gateway of light ahead.
[Automatic Matchmaking]
…
There were no other players, no other options, which should mean that you’d be automatically entered into matchmaking mode upon entering.
No teams, no battle lobby.
Everything about it proclaimed its difference—this was a Mecha training version developed exclusively for the Academy!
Only the most essential features.
Then let it be automatic matchmaking.
The player “Shura,” donning nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top, stepped directly into the white gateway, his body merging with it.
Mu Fan seemed to overlook one thing.
That was that aside from them few specially recruited reserve students entering virtual training right away, the rest of the students of the same period had already started military training.
It meant that the least experienced players he would face were sophomores.
And those who exclusively trained in virtual cabins.
In Dingchuan Academy’s virtual duel arena, a virtual cabin labeled B171 was currently emitting a faint glow.
A youth, although dressed neatly but with a sleazy expression, had just finished flirting with a sister doing paid work-study a few minutes ago.
Then he lay down inside the virtual cabin.
Mecha Department sophomore, Koje. ID: Pick up girls, an ordinary executive of the Mecha Club.
In the club, the three presidents and Seven War Generals were ranked in the first and second sequence. Below them, the elite, executives, and members were ranked in the third, fourth, and fifth sequence.
So as an ordinary executive, Koje’s strength ranked him in the fourth level of the club’s hierarchy—his external net level was Gold 3-star, his intranet level had just reached Silver 1-star.
In the eyes of an ordinary person, this was already considered skilled—however, in the Ding Chuan Academy intranet, filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, he had been stuck at Silver 1-star for over two months.
Today, as usual, he aimed for a rank promotion. Most of the credits he earned from working in the club were spent soaking in the Academy’s exclusive virtual duel hall, yet unfortunately, he had managed to pick up neither sisters nor Mechas.
“Artillery firepower reigns supreme; come on and try my latest thought on carpet bombing tactics.”
Would player[ Pick up girls ]choose the fifth-generation Mecha[ Artillery War God]?
Yes!
Koje, excited, entered the Battle Net.