Tempest of the Stellar War - Chapter 638

Chapter 638




An empty arena, filled with squares . The first stage, an evasion test .

With a flicker of a hologram, a Wargod No . 1 appeared, rumbling its way towards Wang Zheng . His first response was to counter-att… f*ck, there were no guns .

This was too heartless . Dodging the mech's attack, Wang Zheng rushed up . Who said one couldn't counter without a gun or blade? He would kick it to death .

Just as he neared, the Wargod No, 1 disappeared, two more appeared behind him . A criss-cross of bullets lanced past him, the mecha strafing as they fired with accuracy .

Wang Zheng hurriedly evaded them . After another round of attacks, a third Wargod No . 1 appeared . Two set up criss-crossing fire, while one supplemented with covering fire . Wang Zheng's movements had to be fast . In such an empty space, dodging had to be quick and decisive . Luckily these mecha were highly robotic . They followed a set pattern and lacked variations, otherwise he would have been tired to death just dodging .

The three mecha formed a V, firing barrage after barrage at Wang Zheng before finally disappearing .

Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief as well . This was too textbook, even for a examination . There was no room to do anything else considering there was not even any cover .



However this level of difficulty was not enough .

But this was clearly a warm up for the candidate . In the next instance, another 3 mecha materialized .

Arbiter Slayers, and 3 of them to boot . They were about 20m away from Wang Zheng .

This was the distance from which the Slayers could work best . They could both attack and defend . But Wang Zheng's Wargod No . 1 had no weapons . Was he doomed to be trampled?

Wang Zheng was still considering when the 3 Slayers already began to move, firing non-stop towards Wang Zheng's Wargod No . 1 .

D*mn, a moment slower and he would have turned to mince . Luckily the energy shield was still available, although Wang Zheng had no intention to use it . Things would definitely only get harder . This was just the start .

The Slayers' movements were definitely faster . Wang Zheng wanted to close in but it was simply impossible against the Slayers considering their close range evasive abilities . Instead, drawing the distance wider was the only option . Controlling the frequency, increasing the speed to evade at the fastest possible . Such a test was very suited to Oli . To evade the Slayers, one needed to burst out with explosive power at a maximum, increasing one's frequency . The 3 mecha pursued and Wang Zheng increased his own speed to match the Slayers, and just edge them out slightly .

Such a rigid approach did not pose a threat to Wang Zheng .



The 3 Slayers could not catch Wang Zheng . The 3 mecha halted their attack, and gradually faded .

Another 3 red mecha appeared . They were bigger than normal mecha by a size… Astina's Inferno King .

3 Xuan barreled flamethrowers took aim, then 3 spouts of flame spurted towards Wang Zheng, attempting to turn him into a suckling pig .

Wang Zheng piloted his Wargod No . 1, rushing forward . One feared most to be at mid-distance from these things, where one would inevitably succumb and be roasted . But nearer to them, these things were in fact less powerful as they could not utilize their flamethrowers effectively . Wang Zheng had rushed forward the moment he saw the 3 mecha . The 3 had fired simultaneously, the columns of flame reaching out . The problem with closing in was that one's vision was soon obscured .

Wang Zheng could already start to feel the heat . This was not bad, things were starting to get interesting .

Wang Zheng was able to avoid a roasting inside, but the one waiting outside was getting impatient .

Ling Luoyu was preparing for this major competition as well . Xuan grade students did not need to be tested, but the test had its benefits . On one hand, you could familiarize with each country's unique mecha . Each time a different mecha would come, and one could also focus on honing judgment in evasion, attack, power, or speed each time . This was useful for maintaining a pilot's condition .

Only, a thing like an examination was unpopular among most . They would rather find someone to train against . Against a boring sequence, one was not engaged . Perhaps only masochists would really like to train .

But with the competition imminent, and the prospect of Milky Way Military College people coming, nobody wanted to make a fool of themselves . And those guys hollering about showing off to Aina . What a brainless bunch . A princess was just a title, what was so cool about it . This was the future now, and only Aslan remained so backward . This wasn't progress, it was regress .

Ling Luoyu's family was definitely the modern kind . Ideas of liberal democracy had entered her thinking at a young age, especially with a grandfather like Gail .

Very few took the test here, especially at this time . What an unhappy coincidence that someone was actually using it .

But then, perhaps it was to be expected . It was not inconceivable that someone else would come to the same conclusions as her .

But the Xuan grade test was a little sickening . Once it started it was 3 mecha against one . This was the minimum number required to leave no angle uncovered . And the test was that of a defensive format . No matter what kind of result one obtained, one would not feel good just dodging and being trampled on . Young people nowadays liked to destroy their opponents . Being beaten non stop was not a good feeling, and another reason why the exam was not popular .

But Ling Luoyu was in no hurry . Regardless who was inside, they had spent quite some time now, and must be finishing soon . Then it would be her turn . The Azure Dragon Region did not have many Xuan rank people .

Ling Luoyu looked at the time . It was almost 15 minutes . Who was performing at this standard? It must be someone from the top 3 classes .

"Eh, Luoyu? You're still around . " As Luoyu was lost in thought, a warm voice came from beside .

"Redington, you're here as well . " Ling Luoyu smiled a welcome . Redington shrugged . "One has to work hard and get a good score . Besides, this is a whole-college affair, and we can't let our Azure Dragon Region down . "

Redington said .

Ling Luoyu gave an astute smile . "I think you want to do well in front of one classmate Snow, isn't that right . "

Redington did not deny the fact . "Noblemen chase women of great virtue . "

Ling Luoyu smiled . "You two are really compatible . I wish you the best of luck . "

Redington gave a confident smile . Ling Luoyu had held her tongue . Through Mo Ling, she had learnt much about Snow Li . The girl was an aristocrat, originating from some Dancing Ice Dragon . She did not understand why so many continued to believe such things . Logically, humans had already entered the interstellar age . Why would thinking have instead back-slided? Perhaps the world was just too big . Regardless, Ling Luoyu believed that Roland Garros was the most representative place for mankind . This place embodied a real and practical future .

This was also the firm belief of every Roland Garros citizen . Of course, not to the point of conceit . Roland Garros was the congregation of humanity's elites, especially science . But mankind's accomplishments were not only in the field of science .