Justice's Two-on-One

Even with computer assistance, these calculations still require the use of one's brain.

Not to mention that the operating system of the Coordinator is absolute trash.

"My brain is just better."

Of course, the main reason was that before coming here, Xu De had been training with the Mistral every single day.

Every one of those training sessions involved a massive amount of calculation, and naturally, his computational power improved after each one.

"Screw you!"

Hearing Xu De's nonchalant boast, Moody retorted.

He couldn't help but feel a bit miserable about the potential three-way duel later on.

The way Xu De was performing, he really couldn't beat him.

Perhaps he should team up with Draco to eliminate Xu De first once they dealt with these people?

Although teaming up wasn't exactly honorable, as the saying goes, all is fair in war.

He was optimistic, not pedantic.

While thinking this, Moody didn't stop modifying the system parameters even after he ceased firing.

"Reorganize the formation. The second wave is coming. They're likely planning to scale the crater and surround us from the high ground."

Draco remained undisturbed by their bickering and spoke coldly.

Hearing this, Moody followed up.

"I'm good to go. Let's tear a hole right through that weakling Han Xiyue's position!"

"What about Draco?"

Moody asked heatedly.

"I could have moved the moment you started swearing."

Draco replied coldly.

"Then let's go! Screw them!"

"Don't order me around."

Draco said, while Xu De simply acknowledged the command, continuing his duties as the vanguard without a change in expression.

Three against five—the outcome was decided quickly, thanks to the gap in operational awareness and skill between the trio led by Xu De and their opponents.

Including the one from before, Xu De had taken down three units single-handedly.

As for the others, Moody had taken down two, and Draco one.

Of course, while it seemed fierce, it was all built on the foundation that everyone was piloting a Ginn.

Everyone here was an elite; if they had been piloting Moebius units, Xu De wouldn't have been so sure who would emerge victorious.

"So, this is the final stage, then."

Moody laughed.

At this moment, on the lunar battlefield, the three pilots and their three machines stood in a triangular formation.

After the intense battle, all three machines had sustained varying degrees of damage.

Among them, although Xu De had the best record, he was the vanguard, so his damage was the most severe.

The left shoulder had been sheared off, exposing the alloy joints within.

The armor in other areas was also riddled with bullet holes.

The metal fatigue of the armor was clearly extremely high.

"How about it? My armor is still at 72%~"

Moody said over the comms.

"Hmph."

Draco, who had barely spoken, only let out a cold snort. Even without saying anything, the signs of battle damage on Draco's machine were the least of the three.

Although his record was the lowest, it was clear he favored a playstyle focused on self-preservation.

"It's a bit underhanded, but sorry about this."

Moody laughed.

"No worries. Do it."

As soon as Xu De finished speaking, all three machines exerted force simultaneously. Xu De leaped high into the air, attempting to flee, while the other two tacitly aimed at him in unison.

"Don't think you're the only one who can calculate!"

Just as Moody had said, although it was difficult to calculate Xu De's trajectory for a precise shot while both parties were in motion, it wasn't impossible.

However, if one side is stationary while the other is leaping, the calculation load is reduced by more than half.

Although Xu De's center of gravity had shifted slightly due to the loss of part of his arm, this minor margin of error was enough to blur the predictions.

Xu De was not surprised upon hearing this; he simply activated the adjustment thrusters on his legs, changing his flight trajectory into an S-shaped pattern to break free from his opponent's lock.

Meanwhile, the others who had already been eliminated watched the large screen before them, their initial resentment long since suppressed and replaced by a burning fervor.

These three people possessed a greater ability to pilot a Ginn than they did.

If it were Moebius, perhaps it would be understandable.

But the talent for piloting a Ginn was equally indisputable.

After all, after just two days of training, Xu De's operation had become agile enough to be considered nearly combat-ready.

Give him a little more time, and he would undoubtedly be an MS pilot in the future—and a pilot for their own high-end experimental MS units at that.

He was a star of tomorrow, so even if they didn't suck up to him, they certainly shouldn't offend him.

Otherwise, they might end up like that Hal, who was currently off cooling his heels somewhere unknown.

"Who do you think will win in the end?"

"Hard to say, but Xu De's armor has taken the most damage."

At this moment, the screens in front of everyone displayed the wear and tear.

Xu De's armor integrity was only around 57%; if he kept fighting and took a few more hits, he would definitely be finished.

"I don't think so; he has the most energy remaining of the three."

"That's true, why is that?"

Prompted by one of the men, the others also noticed the anomaly.

As the primary attacker, Xu De surprisingly still had 62% of his energy left, about 10% more than both Moody and Draco.

"Because he's missing half an arm?"

"I don't think it's just that; could it be that he's also factored in energy management?"

There is, of course, an optimal value for how much energy is required for jumping and thrusting.

Although the system has intelligent management, it is well known that the Coordinator system is not that smart.

As soon as that person spoke, the room fell into silence.

"We all have the same brain, so why is Xu De so outrageous?"

A sarcastic remark broke the silence.

"But even so, the gap hasn't widened; with two chasing one, Xu De's consumption should still be higher."

The guns don't use electricity, but dodging does. Although Xu De's movement techniques were superb, being besieged by two people would inevitably increase his consumption.

Two against one—it was still unclear who would emerge victorious.

In the corner of the training area, Bella had quietly appeared, her beautiful eyes wide with tension as she watched the youth being besieged by two people on the screen.

From the excitement she felt when the youth took out an opponent in the very first exchange, to her current indignation at seeing Xu De being ganged up on, only a short ten minutes had passed.

The girl's slender, fair fingers were tightly clenched together, and her slightly rapid breathing caused her chest to heave rhythmically.

To actually have two people ganging up on one—it was simply despicable, shameless, and low!

He was clearly the primary attacker who had contributed the most just a moment ago!

While feeling indignant on Xu De's behalf, Bella's beautiful eyes remained locked onto him, and the little deer in her heart seemed to be racing along with Xu De's thrilling, repeated evasions on the battlefield.

Even while being besieged and at a disadvantage, the youth showed no signs of panic in his operations, just as he had on the battlefield of the World Tree; he gave off a profound sense of security, as if he would hold up the sky even if it were to collapse.