"ERROR!"
"ERROR!"
"ERROR!"
"No, our unit's software doesn't have a recognition program for this sword. We can't use it!"
Watching a string of error messages flash across the screen, the female pilot vented her nerves in a booming voice. Feng Xue, however, wore a confident smile. He kicked aside the unit that had been reduced to a torso and said:
"There's a saying among Bailin Country's pilots that's pretty good."
"Huh?"
The female pilot hadn't understood what he meant when, in the next instant, the inactive High-Frequency Particle Sword tore through the air and smashed the head off a Silver Knight on their left.
Only then did the student's voice arrive, belatedly—
"Who says you can't kill someone without vibration?"
"Huh? But the wear and tear on the equipment..."
Before the pilot could finish, Feng Xue rolled his eyes. "What wear and tear? This is equipment we looted from the battlefield. Why should you care about its wear rate? Are you hoping to file a report and claim it as military production or something?"
Without waiting for the pilot—who probably hadn't even been on a battlefield—to react, Feng Xue swung the non-vibrating Particle Sword like a spiked club and smashed a Silver Knight's head into its cockpit.
Only then did he belatedly realize:
"Ah, I forgot this isn't a virtual training exercise. By the way, is it okay if I killed them?"
"It's fine. Or rather, it's better if they're dead. Like you said, as long as they're dead, they're terrorists, and no one will come after you... Well, not publicly, at least."
The pilot said uncertainly, but Feng Xue immediately let loose. His smile even took on a slightly ferocious edge.
"Good. Time to show off the speed that won me six thousand straight victories in simulated combat!"
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