With the help of two mecha pilots, Chu Ange managed to stand up.
He was panting heavily when he took out a vial of Sea Dragon Blood, glanced at it reluctantly, and handed it to Ning Chuan, saying, "I... I admit defeat!"
Ning Chuan twirled the Sea Dragon Blood in his hand, chuckling, "Want to continue betting?"
"I'm not gambling anymore! I'm not gambling anymore!"
Chu Ange, with a mournful face, said, "This is my last sample of Sea Dragon Blood."
Upon hearing this, Ning Chuan smiled silently, uncorked the bottle, and tilted his head back to drink the Sea Dragon Blood in his hand.
Blue and gold dragon patterns immediately appeared.
The long-lost notification sound rang in my mind.
" The Vajra Body sensed the dragon blood factor and exerted its inner strength, causing its cultivation speed to surge!"
" The Vajra Body is expected to exhaust its Dragon Blood Factor within 2 hours!"
Ning Chuan raised his hand and tossed the empty bottle into the nearby trash can, then turned and returned to the cabin, piloting the Wind Hunter to continue his practice run.
The pressure gradually lessened.
Seeing this, the people in the training field did not leave, but watched the running Wind Hunter with curiosity.
They wanted to know where Ning Chuan's physical limits were.
And so they waited until midnight.
The Wind Hunter's speed began to decrease, and it came to a stop.
"About 8 hours!"
Chu Ange glanced at his watch and said in a deep voice, "Considering the pressure Colonel Ning is under, his physical strength is nearly a hundred times that of us!"
"It's despair-inducing. At the same strength, no one could be a match for Colonel Ning!"
"In the mecha battle in August, Colonel Ning will undoubtedly become the brightest supernova!"
Many people expressed their feelings, finding Ning Chuan terrifying.
However.
The next moment, everyone's expressions turned to astonishment.
Buzz!
The hatch opened.
Ning Chuan jumped off the mecha, a few fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
However, his breathing remained perfectly steady, without the slightest sign of disorder.
"The energy in the Wind Hunter Force Array has run out. Please repair it."
Ning Chuan said, switched to a beast-shaped mech, and started running again.
"Why can't I learn my lesson? Colonel Ning has no limits!"
"Let's give up, we can't outlast him!"
The noise filled the training ground.
Nothing more was said that night.
The next day.
Ning Chuan, who had trained all night without rest, quickly washed up and then followed Chu Ange to learn mecha piloting techniques.
"Today's task is to reduce the pressure when the mechs raise their arms."
Chu Ange said.
Day three.
Ning Chuan began learning how to reduce the load when the mech swings its elbow.
Day four.
Day 5...
One week later.
Ning Chuan's three-star senior mecha pilot certificate hadn't been issued yet, so he took another level assessment test.
Martial arts power: 31%.
Four-star mech pilot!
Ugh!
10,000 meters above the ground.
A black-painted transport plane opened its hatch, and a cold, howling wind rushed in. Ning Chuan's black hair danced wildly, but his figure remained as steady as a rock.
"Colonel Ning, you will definitely be able to pilot Sky Mecha in the future, so you need to master the techniques of aerial combat!" Chu Ange activated his Force, his voice loud enough to drown out the wind, and said, "Aerial combat and ground combat are very different; people cannot use the ground for leverage."
"We'll start by jumping off the plane to get used to the feeling of being in the air."
Chu Ange said.
Ning Chuan nodded. "Okay."
"Colonel Ning, aren't you nervous?"
Zhao Xiujia stood by the hatch, staring at the base, which was as small as an ant, his mouth dry.
He and more than ten other intermediate mech pilots were also to participate in aerial combat training.
They are unlikely to become ace mech pilots in the future.
However, apart from sky-class mechs, some ordinary mechs, such as the Wind Hunter, also possess the ability to fly, although their flight speed and duration are much weaker.
"This isn't skydiving training; we don't have parachutes!" Zhao Xiujia reminded Ning Chuan, adding, "Upon landing, we can only use our Force to slow down!"
Ning Chuan thought for a moment, then smiled faintly, "Don't worry, if you jump well, you'll just get covered in dust."
"What if jumping isn't good?"
Zhao Xiujia asked instinctively.
"If you don't jump well, you'll end up with a box of dust."
Ning Chuan grinned, stretched his body, and leaped from a height of ten thousand meters.
Zhao Xiujia: "..."
The aerial combat training lasted for three days, Ning Chuan had already gained a basic grasp of the skill and was able to pilot the Wind Hunter in combat.
Days passed by.
Ning Chuan's life in the 27th Group Army was monotonous yet fulfilling.
In the morning, we learned the theoretical knowledge of piloting mechs.
In the afternoon and evening, we practiced piloting the mechs.
I rarely get a day off a week.
Staying up all night has become the norm.
Naturally, with such diligent effort, progress was rapid.
In addition, Ning Chuan would set aside a fixed amount of time each day to nurture his divine Divine Weapon.
The Sharpness Qi consumes billions every day.
Time flows like water.
The latitude at which the sun shines directly is constantly shifting northward.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter.
In the blink of an eye, July has come to an end amidst the noisy chirping of cicadas.
Summer has arrived.
July 31st.
Capital Region, Military Headquarters.
Mech Pilot Qualification Certificate Distribution Center.
This is a civilian department, and most of the people working here are female soldiers in active service. Their main responsibilities include reviewing and testing equipment and issuing mech pilot level certificates.
At that moment, the laughter of women echoed in the office.
" Cheng Yan, don't try to deny it. I saw your photo on the marriage certificate with my own eyes this morning!"
"So what if they kissed? You guys even took pictures and were drooling over them!"
"I used his photo to cure my sister's puppy love!"
A dozen or so young female soldiers huddled together, laughing and joking, their eyes fixed on a certificate on the table.
At this moment, the middle-aged supervisor stepped in, saw the situation, and said with a laugh, "Stop looking, quickly seal it up and send it to the 27th Group Army."
"We need to hurry!"
A pretty girl picked up the certificate and smiled, "If it had been a few days later, maybe a new application for a higher level would have come in!"
The middle-aged manager thought for a moment and asked, "How many certificates did you issue to him this month?"
The pretty girl glanced down and said, "From 3 to 6, four copies were given out in total!"
The certificate in her hand was exquisite.
On the left is a half-body photo of a handsome young man in military uniform with a cold demeanor.
The right side contains some of the boy's personal information.
[Name]: Ning Chuan
[Rank]: Senior Colonel
[Martial Arts Power]: 5.1%
[Level]: Six-Star Advanced Mecha Pilot
at the same time.
Tens of thousands of kilometers away, at the base of the 27th Group Army.
Mech pilot training ground.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The clanging of metal against metal mingled with the shouts of the audience, creating a deafening roar like a raging tsunami.
On the field.
The two mechs are engaged in a fierce battle.
Ning Chuan was driving a Wind Hunter, armed with an alloy battle gun that was over ten meters long.
His opponent.
It was none other than Chu Ange, a seventh-star advanced mecha pilot.
At this moment, Chu Ange was piloting a Martial Exterminator Type Three Vehicle, wielding a broadsword, and unleashing a ferocious and incomparably powerful attack.
Ugh!
The greatsword swiftly sliced through the air, slashing horizontally towards the Wind Hunter, its Force dazzling and radiating a chilling sharpness.
Clearly, Chu Ange had used some kind of martial arts technique.
Ning Chuan's gaze remained calm, neither dodging nor flinching. Piloting the Wind Hunter, he unleashed the Army-Breaking Killing Method, swinging his spear straight down and slamming it heavily against the broadsword.
With a firm stance, we fearlessly meet the challenge!
Thump!
Large bursts of sparks flew through the air like fireworks.
With a thud, both the Wind Hunter and the Martial Exterminator Type Three were jolted and thrown backward to dissipate the force.
A moment later, to everyone's astonishment, both mechs simultaneously regained their footing!
In a head-on clash, Ning Chuan and Chu Ange are evenly matched!