Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

Yumi Murakami, standing nearby, watched Zhao Ming grinning from ear to ear, his face brimming with pure joy. Curious, she hurried over to Zhao Ming, her eyes etched with eager anticipation. "Hey, what good news has happened to you that makes you smile so broadly?"

Zhao Ming smiled and waved at her, motioning her to come closer. Yumimura Ryo quickly leaned over and heard Zhao Ming's low, playful voice: "Asuka Shin, who was just practicing combat with his teammates on the lawn, attempted a sneak attack! But I cast a spell on him, and his attack failed. Now he's being pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by his teammates!"

Yumimura felt Zhao Ming's breath that was like a heat wave. First, her little face turned red like a ripe apple, and then she couldn't help but smile like a blooming spring flower.

The scene of Asuka Shin being beaten like a drowned dog emerged in her mind. Imagining his bruised face, she couldn't stop laughing.

"This kind of person really deserves it. It's his own fault. He can't win the fight so he resorts to such despicable tactics as sneak attacks!" Yumimura said with a gloating smile.

After watching the excitement, Zhao Ming, Liang, and Xingtian walked towards the office together under the guidance of the head of the flight base, Section 3.

The overall construction of the camp is like a simple sketch. The ground under your feet is still a bit rough, as if it were lines randomly drawn by nature. It is surrounded by simple buildings and looks a bit hasty.

But upon closer inspection, all the necessary equipment was present, like dazzling pearls inlaid throughout. In the distance, various flying machines were neatly arranged. Their metal shells reflected a cool light in the sunlight, like sharp swords, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The supply area nearby was filled with spare parts, fuel drums, and other supplies, arranged in an orderly fashion, like a group of well-trained soldiers, ready for battle. Inside the camp, the staff, though hurried, moved about like a swarm of busy bees, each performing their duties in an orderly fashion.

Entering the office, the layout was equally simple, like a pristine white canvas. A large desk, like a towering mountain, sat steadily in the center, piled high with documents and maps. A few folders were scattered haphazardly, like playful stars. The desk lamp nearby emitted a soft glow, like a warm, bright moon.

On the wall hung maps of the base and diagrams of various flight missions, some of which were marked with red pen.

Since most of the personnel have gone for flight training, there are only a few civilian staff in the command room. Section 3 immediately sat down in front of the computer like an arrow from a bow to check the information on the computer.

"Right now, these two people have achieved the highest scores in fighter jet piloting, with the highest being 78 points. And these two students have the same score for now!" The three departments pointed out the students' performance files and displayed them on the screen as if showing a precious treasure.

"Amazing! Both of them can get such high scores. However, aren't these two the guys who were fighting fiercely on the lawn just now!" Liang looked at the students' scores in front of her, with a satisfied smile on her lips. The figures of the two people she had just witnessed on the lawn seemed to appear in her mind.

"Asuka Shin and Fudo Ken, based on the impression I got when I first met them, they are indeed two 'thorns' that are difficult to tame. It seems that the overall level of the students recruited this year is quite high." Koda on the side also crossed his arms and said with emotion. After all, in military organizations, "thorns" have never been scarce.

"Indeed, their flying skills are impeccable!" The third department also echoed. Although the technical level has reached perfection, this is still a training ground for recruits, and the final assessment is still essential.

As for the new fighter jets that the Super Victory Team is currently flying, the most crucial factor is the fighter jet control technology. If the scores are the same, it will be really difficult to make a decision.

"This Asuka Shin is simply a reckless and rule-averse fellow. He's simply not suited to teamwork. This is evident from the fact that after failing in a head-on confrontation today, he resorted to a sneak attack.

This guy has a truly awful personality, like an unpolished jade that must be deeply polished and honed before it can shoulder important responsibilities," Zhao Ming concluded after careful observation.

"It seems that he is still a student with many problems!" Liang's words became serious. You know, now they are selecting teammates who will bravely fight against monsters and aliens in the future. Any small personal flaw may cause a fatal crisis in the battle.

A hint of nostalgia flashed in Sanke's eyes as he explained, "Perhaps he inherited the personality of his father, Kazuma Asuka! We were classmates and friends as the first pilots to test the new power system at TPC.

On the day of the accident, we were on the same mission. Although his personality was a bit strange, as a pilot, he was absolutely top-notch."

"It is said that Asuka Kazuma turned into a beam of light and disappeared during the initial plasma 100-style flight experiment. This incident has always been a strange anecdote that TPC has been unable to resolve. It was not until the later incident of Keigo Masaki that the true definition of the word light was obtained!" Zhao Ming recounted the whole story.

"He's become a legend now, and he can never come back. An ace pilot who disappeared in the light!" Sanke said regretfully. As a pilot, Asuka Kazuma was a top-notch pilot, and this was a huge loss for TPC.

"Light?" Liang murmured softly, as if chewing on this simple yet mysterious word. Her brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought. Zhao Ming, watching Liang in a daze, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Are you curious?" Zhao Ming asked, his voice calm and gentle.

Liang nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a searching light, like the brightest stars in the night sky. "Yes, this phenomenon is truly bizarre. How could someone simply vanish into a ray of light? There must be some unknown secret behind this."

Zhao Ming shook his head slightly after hearing this, and said with a wry smile, "Don't be so curious about everything. Sometimes being too curious isn't a good thing. Perhaps there's a shocking secret hidden behind this!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and gently shook Liang's head, as if trying to pull her back to reality from her fantasy.

Liang felt that this action was too intimate in public, and felt guilty about it, so she quickly pushed Zhao Ming's hand away. Her eyes were still firmly looking into the distance, as if there was the clue for her to find the answer.

She continued to herself, "If we can uncover this secret, it might be of great help to us humans in dealing with unknown dangers in the future."

Hearing this, Zhao Ming couldn't help but sigh helplessly. He knew Liang's persistence and stubbornness well. Once he made up his mind about something, it was difficult for him to change it.

"Ryo, don't be so stubborn. Light is an extremely mysterious and powerful word. It involves too many terrifying mysterious forces, and it also attracts the covetousness and competition of countless people. Such a mystery is not easy to explore. You should know Masaki Keigo, right?"

"Hmm... I heard about him when I was in flight school. He was said to be incredibly talented, even using his own abilities to transform a giant stone statue into light.

Could it be that… Asuka Kazuma is also due to similar reasons…” Liang acted very calm at first, but at the end, he suddenly realized something and couldn’t help but exclaimed.

Zhao Ming nodded, as if to say that it was correct and agreed with her conclusion.

"Okay, now that your curiosity has been satisfied, you must be more serious in the next student assessment!" Zhao Ming looked at Liang and instructed

Liang took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I won't be distracted."