Mecha For All: The Death Scythe That Pierces The Starry Sky

After seeing Chen Mu's terrifying hand speed, Ma Jun pondered for a moment and interrupted Chen Mu's training.

"what?"

Chen Mu, who was playing vigorously, looked at Ma Jun with a displeased face.

"Stop practicing, you have passed the hand speed test." Ma Jun was also very upset.

This year's freshmen are too unlovable, and they don't respect themselves as instructors at all.

"Huh? That's passed? I haven't warmed up yet." Chen Mu looked blank.

Ma Jun clenched his fists tightly.

This kid, is he playing tricks? It must be.

It's just that he misunderstood Chen Mu.

Because Chen Mu has never felt that his hand speed is faster, in his opinion, this Tianfu Academy is famous all over the country for its hand speed training method, so they must be masters.

If I can easily control thirty steel balls, it must be easier for these teachers.

So Chen Mu didn't slack off in any way, but was training hard.

Moreover, he keenly felt that this steel ball training gave him some room to relax his hand speed, which had been stagnant for a long time.

"As expected of Tianfu Academy, this training method is really not forged." Chen Mu thought silently.

If Ma Jun knew what Chen Mu was really thinking, he would probably vomit three liters of blood.

Looking at Chen Mu's expression at the moment, Ma Jun became more and more unhappy.

Just pretend.

"come here……"

Looking at the instructor walking aside, Chen Mu followed with a puzzled expression.

"Starting from today, your hand speed training will be done alone. This is a reward for your nine hours of perseverance yesterday." Ma Jun thought for a moment before he said.

"Ah Le? Is there such a good thing? Let's fight again today?" Chen Mu eagerly raised his fist.

"You? Still want to be beaten?" Ma Jun looked incredulous: "Didn't you go to the treatment cabin enough yesterday?"

"No." Chen Mu yelled angrily and kicked him.

Then, he was kicked back by Ma Jun again.

The two fought again.

Oh, it's not a battle, it's the indiscriminate bombing of the horse army.

Only this time, Chen Mu's defense was tighter and lasted longer.

On the other side, the results of the students' first steel ball training were also released.

A total of 6 students broke through five steel balls. Among them, Ye Xing, who won the S mech, broke through to nine.

Therefore, he also stood in the queue with his head held high.

Seeing the end here, Ma Jun repelled Chen Mu, came in front of the crowd, and took the assistant's record sheet.

If in the past, some freshmen broke through to 9 steel balls in the first training, Ma Jun would be very pleased.

But this time, with Chen Mu's crazy performance of 30, Ye Xing's 9 is particularly pale.

Ye Xing, who thought the instructor would praise him, also frowned.

"Well, it's not bad. For the next month, you guys will go back and give me hand speed training every day. After a month's assessment, those who can't control 10 steel balls will be unqualified and will be downgraded." Ma Jun said coldly.

"Huh? 10 is considered qualified? Isn't this too difficult?"

"Yes, I'm afraid only Ye Xing and the others have a chance."

"This is simply outrageous. I changed 6 of them and lasted for only 1 minute, and I couldn't stand it anymore."

Looking at the students who were discussing a lot, Ma Jun shouted: "Listen, this must be achieved. I believe you all know what the relegation process is. If you fail to pass the freshman assessment, then you can only follow those who are below the B level." Pilots, enter the second echelon."

"This is an assessment point for your future graduation, advancement, or joining various groups. Don't think that everything will be perfect after entering Tianfu Academy. If you don't work hard, it will harm your own future."

"Have you heard everything?"

"Yes, instructor!"

A group of students all drank loudly.

"Next, all the staff will run 100 laps around the playground, and the last 10 will have no food. This is today's training, and tomorrow we will start the mecha combat simulation training."

Seeing the group of freshmen start running immediately, Ma Jun thought for a moment, then walked straight outside the playground.

Soon, a huge building appeared in front of me, with an extremely conspicuous sign on it: Logistics Department.

Here is where each combat team takes over tasks.

It is also the existence of logistical supplies.

In Tianfu Academy, this is the place where pilots come most often.

Ma Jun's entry also caused many students to salute: "Hello, instructor."

Most of the students here were taught by Ma Jun in their freshman days.

Ma Jun nodded, quickly entered the elevator, and soon came to the top floor, and rang the doorbell.

"Come in." Came a voice full of air.

Ma Jun opened the door and walked in, saying respectfully, "Teacher!"

"Oh, it's Ma Jun, what's the matter? I heard that this year's freshmen have arrived, why don't you go to training, what are you doing here?" Ye Jingxuan lay on the chair, with his feet raised on the desk in a very unstyled manner, looking To Ma Jun.

"I met a very strange kid, so I came here to report to you."

"Oh? You guys like to exaggerate, tell me, how strange is it?" Ye Jingxuan became a little interested, and turned his mouth to one side, signaling Ma Jun to sit down.

Ma Jun sat down respectfully, with a straight body: "Today's steel ball training, he directly controlled 30 steel balls."

Ye Jing, who had just picked up the teacup, sprayed Ma Jun's head and face with Xuan Yilou tea.

Seeing Ma Jun's disheveled face, Ye Jingxuan stopped his shock, and said nonchalantly: "The next time I say such a damn thing, remember when I don't drink tea."