Hairspring

"Death Knell's an elf. Wasn't she afraid she'd get sunburned and start peeling if she came to the desert?" Su Ming grumbled.

Then he quickly remembered something else.

"Since she's an elf, shouldn't we ask Queen Ghostly Flower about her?"

"Death Knell's combat class, Arcane Blade Dancer, sounds a little like Ghostly Flower's Moon Dancer too," Zhapulai agreed.

"True. We'll talk to her later." Zijin nodded in agreement. "So, shall we keep fighting?"

"Give me a few minutes," Su Ming said.

He turned and walked toward the edge of the training ground, where Miao Xin and Beianqi were standing.

Beside them stood a humanoid mech four or five meters tall: the Yinglong version 0.1, a prototype for validating its framework.

All the sensors across the mech had long since been activated, continuously gathering data on various parameters in the training ground.

"How is it?" Su Ming asked Beianqi.

Beianqi stared at her laptop, her fingers sliding rapidly across the interface as she checked the data stream.

"When the main camera's frame rate holds steady at 2,500 frames per second, that's enough to effectively read the combat situation," she reported. "But if the frame rate reaches the ultra-high speed of 100,000 frames per second, it seems to hit a critical threshold. It can capture changes in energy trajectories and predict more information from them."

Although a technology-side camera couldn't directly capture the paths of extraordinary energy, it could record everything else.

That included the extremely subtle disturbances in light caused when air expanded and was disturbed in an instant.

At 100,000 frames per second, the device produced an image every ten microseconds.

Even someone as agile as Zhapulai couldn't hide his feints or the tiny signs preceding his attacks from that level of ultra-high-speed observation.

But after listening, Su Ming shook