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In the empty practice field, two mechas were facing each other quietly.

One is a silver standard mecha, holding a quantum lightsaber in each hand. The other one is black, it is hard to see what grade it is, it just makes people feel that it is very delicate. The black mech has a pair of black wings behind it, which seems to be capable of flying.

The shells of the mechas of both sides were covered with dense scars. The scars were very new, and seemed to be as brand-new as they were just added. Obviously, fierce fighting has just happened.

Take a closer look, it seems that there are more scars on the silver mecha than the black mecha. However, both sides seemed to skillfully avoid them at the moment they were touched by the other side, so although there were many scratches on the mecha, they were all very shallow.

Due to the suppression of the assessment system, the strength of the mechas on both sides is only bsp; even if the scratches are very shallow, due to the accumulation of numbers, both mechas have reached the edge of breaking apart. At this time, as long as the two sides make up another attack for each other, the outcome will be divided.

Judging from the number of scratches alone, the black mecha is more advantageous. It can still withstand a few more non-heavy attacks.

Both sides seemed to be waiting for the other to press, so no one moved. In line with the tenet that the enemy will not move, I will not move, the two mechas waiting for the opportunity are so strangely deadlocked.

Ansair sat in the cockpit and stared at the mecha on the opposite side unblinkingly. The violet eyes that had always seemed very calm were faintly excited at this moment. The previous fierce battle made him involuntarily excited, the encounter between the mecha and mecha, the clash of mental power, everything made him excited.

He had never been in contact with mecha in the past ten years, but this did not prevent him from falling in love with this feeling.

This is the twenty-fifth level of the assessment. Before this level, he basically swept the past with a crushing attitude. Only here did they encounter obstacles.

Albert was also very excited at the moment. He was a bit bored when he was called to be the gatekeeper for the freshman entrance examination. Although he is a college student, he is already at the top level in the college. Some people even think that his strength is comparable to that of some professors.

It was only an accident that he was selected as a gatekeeper this time, and even many students felt that his strength was too strong, and it was too unfortunate for the younger students to be sent to do this kind of thing. Because they did not participate in this matter, they did not know the mechanism of this assessment, and thought it was a random selection of seniors in the hospital for 1v1 battles.

The trainee who was also an appraisal staff thought that he might be placed in the countdown level, but didn't care much, but thought that probably not many people could come to him. I express my deep sympathy for having to stay in it alone until the end of the assessment.

Albert looks very gentle, with beautiful silver hair and gray eyes, and is very popular in the college. But few people know that he actually advocates the fighting madman of the strong. Because his strength in the academy has been capped, no one can make him ignite the desire to fight.

This time he met Ansair, who was a close opponent, and Albert said that he was completely burnt. Staring at the silver mecha on the opposite side, Albert's eyes became more gentle and enthusiastic.

He could feel that the silver mecha on the opposite side was improving every minute and it was learning. In other words, its strength is more than that, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Manipulating his mech "Razer", Albert rushed over. He can't wait, put this battle to an end quickly, and then check who is sitting in the mecha.

The moment the black mecha moved, Ansair's mental power was captured, and he raised the energy sword to block the black mecha's offensive. His mental power level is much higher than that of the opponent, so it is difficult for the opponent to seize the opportunity to defeat him in one fell swoop, but it can only barely remain unbeaten temporarily.

Although the opponent's mental power is not as good as him, his true strength is far better than him, a novice who is new to mecha for the first time. He would not use some obscure and advanced techniques at all. This is where he is most powerless.

Do you want to admit defeat? This thought was extinguished as soon as it rose from the heart.

Suddenly, a strong mental power came from the place where it was in contact with the black mecha. An instant shock to his consciousness, unsuspecting Ansair appeared for a moment in a daze, and the defensive momentum was loose.

This is obviously an advanced technique.

The black mecha naturally won't let go of this excellent opportunity, as the energy dagger in his hand will be slashed on the cockpit when it is swung. As long as the cockpit is shattered, the winner is determined.

Ansair, whose consciousness was shocked, was completely blank. He only felt that this mental power felt very gentle, but there seemed to be something else hidden under the gentleness. Why does that familiar feeling feel familiar? By the way, under mildness-it is aggressive coldness.

Touching the familiar mental power, it was like opening a blockade. Ansair’s beautiful purple eyes like amethyst suddenly transformed into cold and sharp vertical pupils, like some kind of reptilian eyes, making people Feeling shuddering.

It seemed that a cold and devastating consciousness was awakened at this moment. As if another consciousness had awakened in this body, Ansair seemed to be a different person.

He raised his eyes, and his cold and ruthless vertical pupils locked on the black mecha that was slashing towards the cab, like a poisonous snake that locked its prey. "Ansair"'s delicate lips slightly curled up, and the icy curvature of the corners of his lips couldn't tell whether it was contempt or mockery.

In the next instant, the silver mecha instantly disappeared from the black mecha's field of vision, and the speed seemed to teleport.

Almost at the same time, the silver mecha appeared behind the black mecha, and the energy lightsaber in his hand fell instantly. At the same time, a powerful and violent mental force invaded the cockpit of the black mecha along the place where the two touched.

This attack technique is the same as the previous black mecha used.

auzw.com Albert, who was shocked by this mental power, couldn't even raise a sense of resistance. Suppressed and unable to move, Albert grinned and laughed, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

My people, surrender to my feet and offer me your last loyalty. A vague and cold voice echoed in his mind.

This feeling is cold and majestic, as inviolable as a god. Under the impact of the absolute consciousness brought by that mental power, only the word obedience remained in his mind.

Then the cockpit was destroyed, black smoke appeared, and the alarm in the cockpit sounded, but Albert didn't care at all. A second before being forcibly kicked out, he looked at the silver mecha on the opposite side with enthusiastic love.

Got you!

myhermajesty!

The opponent loses the ability to fight, the examinee passes the assessment (25th pass), and the assessment ends. Will automatically log out after 15s. The cold synthetic sound of the assessment system reminded him of the result of this battle.

Ansair blinked dazedly, he had just been stunned by the opponent's attack. When he recovered, the battle was over. The opponent's cockpit was destroyed by him.

Although the win was a bit confusing, Ansair accepted the result. Before the system kicked him out, he simply retreated.

Leaving the virtual space, Ansair from outside opened his eyes. The scarlet vertical pupil appeared in an instant. Before the examinee next to him rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, the changed vertical pupil did not know when it had changed back to its original shape. It's almost an illusion.

It's just that in the depths of the pupils, there seems to be a faint scarlet. It seems that something is happening quietly, but I didn't even notice it.

Walking out of the examination room, Ansair stretched comfortably. Now, he should be able to enter Saint Mia Academy, right?

Suddenly, I saw a figure among the group of people who looked familiar.

Ah, it was the Royal Highness Rowan who blinked. Thinking of his mother's teaching, Ansair called to the people in front.

"That Rowan!"

The people in front stopped one after another and turned around. It's just because for Rowan, who is noble and born in the royal family, there are very few people who can call him by his first name directly. Others call it this rude and disrespectful to the royal family.

Therefore, the subconscious of a grumpy temper among a few people is just one sentence: "How can you call your Royal Highness directly! You should call Your Highness"

Rowan frowned and waved impatiently for him to shut up.

"Is there anything wrong with you calling me?" This attitude can be called kind. The few aristocrats who were familiar with him all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

They never knew that Rowan would still talk to people in this tone? ? You know, sometimes Rowan doesn't even give Queen Roland's face.

"Ah" The beautiful young man with black hair and purple eyes gave Rowan a slightly shy smile, as charming as a rose in full bloom, "Thank you for the previous thing." When he is smiling, almost no one can resist his charm.

Rowan, who was dazzled by the beauty of that moment, nodded subconsciously, and then reacted in the next moment. Realizing what he had just done, the young prince blushed his ears and snorted arrogantly as if trying to hide something.

This cold snort happened to pull a few nobles whose concentration is worse than that of the prince and who are still immersed in beauty from the whirlpool of beauty. Then they saw a scene that almost destroyed the Three Views.

"Huh, it's okay, it's just that guy is making me noise." The little expression was really cold and arrogant, but the red ears exposed him.

I'm not helping you! Tsundere's prince humbled as if to express this meaning.

Hearing the subtext in the words of the prince, Ansair couldn't help but laugh.

so cute

Under the pressure of His Royal Highness's ashamed as if to kill, Ansair reluctantly suppressed his smile.

"Oh, I see, thank you anyway"

Then in Ansair's slightly smiling eyes, His Royal Highness pretended to be calm, pulling a few nobles whose chins had fallen to the ground and fled.

"You have to think so and do whatever you want. I have something to do, so I'll leave!"