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The next day was the day when the sixth graders set off for the battlefield.

At dawn, students from Zhan University were already waiting outside the star terminal.

"We are waiting for you to come back. Please remember that your return is the greatest triumph." Principal Zhan said solemnly in a deep voice.

The sixth graders responded loudly, then turned around and walked away resolutely...

After seeing off the sixth graders, school life returned to normal. Well, it can’t be said to be really normal, because the one-month-long top student selection battle has begun!

At this time, the battle hall of Zhan Da Mecha was filled with noise.

Jixiang was forcibly pulled out of the mecha manufacturing room by Surya to cheer for the two brothers who were making trouble.

Jixiang, holding a red and blue cheering sign, huddled together awkwardly, his ears filled with excited shouts. The people around him were more excited than each other, and they wanted to shove their faces into the mechas on the field. They were all crazy!

"Jixiang!" Ji Wuce squeezed in and dragged Jixiang away.

After squeezing out of the crowd, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Where is Erya?" Jixiang looked at Ji Wuce with a squint.

Surya pulled her over and left as if she was putting up a billboard, patting her butt. She said she would come back to see her later, but Jixiang ended up waiting for half an hour!

"...It took some effort for Erya to book the private room." Ji Wuce explained helplessly.

"Book a private room?" Want to eat? Jixiang followed with the sign, at a loss.

"Ah, the viewing box in the mecha battle hall."

"Oh..." The poor and rustic Jixiang showed an expression of inexperienced.

There are viewing boxes on every floor. The box Surya booked has the best view, but it was already taken before Surya booked it. In the end, it was bought by the rich girl Surya using her money magic and spending a lot of star coins.

There is nothing special inside the box, just a sofa and a coffee table. The wall facing the competition field is a transparent wall similar to glass, which functions a bit like a telescope and shows the battle scene at a size comfortable for the human eye.

When Jixiang and Ji Wuce came in, Surya was sitting on her special throne watching the game.

"Hurry up and sit down, both of you. It will be Xingfeng's turn in the next game soon!" Su Erya turned around and greeted them while she was busy.

"Okay." Ji Wu Ce responded with a smile and sat down casually.

Jixiang picked another single sofa and sat down, casually placing the light board on the coffee table. There was no need for this light board to exist at all.

"Who do you think will win between these two?" Surya pointed at the two mechas that were fighting on the field.

"What do you think?" Ji Wu Ce did not answer but looked at Ji Xiang who was slumped on the sofa.

Jixiang opened one eye to take a look at the battle scene, then immediately closed it again, counted with his fingers, and said nonsense: "The silver-gray one!"

“…Indeed, it’s just as I thought.” Ji Wu Ce turned his gaze back to the fighting stage.

"Tsk, why is it impossible for the white one to win?" Suerya said unconvinced.

"The prey that has fallen into the trap is just struggling in its death throes." Ji Wu Ce watched as the silver-gray mecha leaped up and easily pinned the white mecha to the ground. The white mecha, which had lost its ability to move, had no strength to continue struggling.

Jixiang, who was talking nonsense based on his intuition: ...A blind cat has caught a dead mouse, right?

Soon the referee announced the result of the competition, and then the next group of contestants came on stage.

Mo Xingfeng's fiery red mecha fought against a pure black mecha.

"It's started, it's started!" Surya reminded, staring at the fighting stage.

Jixiang quickly sat up straight and started to watch the game seriously. She always remembered that there would be an internal competition within the team after the chief selection battle!

Mo Xingfeng's fiery red mecha is a light mecha. The biggest feature of a light mecha is its excellent maneuverability and high flexibility. In terms of specific mecha configuration, Mo Xingfeng is obviously more inclined to output.

But in terms of weapon preference, I didn't expect Mo Xingfeng to like the long sword. The silver long sword is straight and has two edges, with a blood groove design. Mo Xingfeng's sword skills, that is, the sword stabbing technique, are quite good, and it can be clearly seen that Mo Xingfeng has talent in this area. The overall sword style is light and elegant, as erratic and agile as the wind, with extremely fast speed, swift and accurate attacks, flexible body movements, and hard to defend against. He often uses unexpected and effective attacks.

The pure black mecha is also a light mecha, but compared with Mo Xingfeng, it seems particularly clumsy and sluggish, and it is difficult to even launch an effective attack. In the end, Mo Xingfeng left a flaw as bait and solved the game neatly.

"This kid is pretty good!" Su Erya clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "As expected, he is a kid with good genes!"

"Of course, your sense of smell is unique!" Ji Wuce smiled gently at Su Erya.

Su Erya hummed with satisfaction and said to Jixiang: "I also like the taste of your genes, Jixiang."

Jixiang looked troubled. What on earth is the taste of this gene?

"Ah, next is Mo Zuolang." After Su Erya finished speaking, she turned her gaze back to the arena.

Mo Zuolang's ice-blue mecha is also a light mecha. Its specific configuration is also biased towards output. The weapon it carries is a pair of hand guard hooks, also called tiger-head hooks. The hook body is like a sword, and the back is like a halberd. The front hook is called the hook head, and the tail is like the tip of a sword, called the hook tip. There are blades on all four sides, and the hand guard on the same side as the hook is like a sickle, so it is called a hook moon.

The use of the hand-guard hook requires a high level of coordination between the hand, eyes, body and footwork, and also emphasizes the body's agility and the physical strength of the hooker. Therefore, the practice of the hand-guard hook has a very unique style, and it is said that "the hook moves like a flywheel, the rotation is like a whirlwind, it rises and falls, the force is strong, continuous, and the momentum is majestic." It is a very unpopular cold weapon that can be used for both offense and defense, and is often held with both hands.

Mo Zuolang's opponent was obviously unfamiliar with the gauntlet hook, and was at a disadvantage from the beginning, especially in the face of Mo Zuolang's very strong and fierce attack, and the special and unfamiliar use of the weapon, he could only barely hold on in a panic. Mo Zuolang's attack frequency became faster and faster, and the intensity of the attack was like a wave, constantly increasing, and finally the opponent was strangled by Mo Zuolang at close range.

"Wow..." Jixiang stared in amazement at Mo Zuolang's final stranglehold. The hooked blades on all four sides shone with a cold light and were simply invincible.

"It's really beyond my expectation..." Ji Wu Ce showed an interested smile.

"Don't you know his weapon?" Suerya turned around and asked helplessly.

"But he rarely uses this pair of weapons in public." Ji Wu Ce shrugged.

"Is it called a gauntlet hook?" Su Erya recalled Mo Zuolang's two weapons with special shapes.

"It's also called a tiger-head hook." Ji Wu Ce nodded and added.

"...Isn't this one of the eighteen kinds of weapons?" Unfortunately, Jixiang happened to know this kind of weapon...

"Eighteen kinds of weapons?" Ji Wu Ce asked softly.

"It comes from some curious ancient civilization." Jixiang said casually.