"Milly, you...traitor, how could you join the enemy camp so easily!"

"Stop whining, Wei Wei, do you remember your dream?"

"Dream?"

"Yes, Wei Wei, haven't you always been working hard, hoping to one day carve your own path from the Wind Thunder Ancient Martial Arts Military Academy-- you know, Mecha combat is just an enlarged version of martial arts, and the military education is just the basic course. To truly control a Mecha, you need solid skills."

Sheng Qiangwei nodded with understanding, naturally grasping the implications in Emily's words.

In Mecha battles, when two pilots with equal speed meet, victory often favors the one who understands the Mecha better and has superior skills. The so-called skills are rooted in basic martial arts, and this is a connected chain of reason.

Only those who can fight, know how to fight, and have strong physical endurance have a higher chance of winning. This is particularly important in a tightly matched contest, because one side may lose because of technique. Although Sheng Qiangwei has a deep understanding of Mecha, her combat level is somewhat lacking.

Of course, this only considers close quarters combat excluding conventional weaponry. This typically occurs between the Red Cloak elites and the white-cloak ace pilots.

Ace pilots are not commonplace, individual abilities may not sway the battle, but one cannot ignore their positioning on the battlefield. On the contrary, high morale can play a decisive role in a battle, this is why they hold such significant positions.

The Mecha these people ride are far superior to those of ordinary soldiers, some even have exclusive models. Sheng Qiangwei's dream is to become a legendary black-cloak pilot, who surpasses both the red-cloak elite and the white-cloak ace. This ideal may be too far-fetched, as so far in the centuries-old history of the Federation, only 2 black-cloak legends have emerged, while red-cloak elites are quite common.

This is somewhat sad, even with a population base of 205 billion and control over multiple star regions, there hasn't been such an existence in the Atlantis Free Federation for over a hundred years. Rapid cultural and technological development complicates the issue and it is inseparable from the educational concept.

After all, in this era advocating peaceful development, all major powers are just lightly skirmishing. Even in the resource war with Saudi Empire, both sides carefully avoid the red alert line, moving the battlefield to undeveloped planets like the 103rd Colonial Planet.

In fact, being a red-cloak elite would be a great satisfaction for Sheng Qiangwei. But she can't understand why Emily, who has always ignored ancient martial arts, would suddenly develop a strong interest in it?

"Milly, what's your reason for seeking his guidance?"

"I want to defeat him."

"Huh, what can that kid teach, he is not as good as consulting the old curator."

Upon hearing this, Emily, glanced around and whispered into Sheng Qiangwei's ear, "Don't hide it, I think Feng Yi is more reliable than grandpa."

Sheng Qiangwei was speechless, Emily really is a traitor, not only betrayed the camp, but even betrayed her own grandfather, "Milly, what kind of soup did that guy give you to drink? If I don't go, you will definitely go to him for tuition, right?"

"Yes." Emily nodded her head without hesitation, like a little chick pecking at rice. She wasn't at all flustered by her spontaneous answer. Her thinking is very simple, as long as she does the same amount of training as Feng Yi, she can also reach that height.

Sheng Qiangwei was almost crushed. Even Emily's pride as a genius is gone. She bowed her head slowly, "If it's just for advice, it's not impossible, let me think about it."

Sheng Qiangwei doesn't have much time to think. As it turns out, modesty is laughable, someone has already taken action.

The night that Feng Yi left, a certain fat guy already rushed over, panting heavily to Feng Yi's room, determined to persuade him with reason. Soon, there was a knock on the door...but within two seconds, the door was gently pushed open by the fat guy.

"Brother Feng, I knew you were here. Today, Fat Tiger came to ask for advice." Fat Tiger laughed flatteringly, showing his flattering face. His naive appearance has a close relationship with his unseemliness. Except for him, who would have thought that the fleeing Feng Yi would run in circles and return to his own room.

Honestly speaking, this fat guy is just a damn wimp, born in a military family, he was kicked into the Martial Arts Hall by his family, hoping that this boy would make some progress. He now lives next door to Feng Yi, and every day Feng Yi can hear this guy's lewd laugh.

In summary, the fat guy gave Feng Yi the impression of being timid, lazy, despicable, but at least he wasn't bad at heart, which is why Feng Yi didn't have much resistance towards him. Seeing this overly familiar figure suddenly storm into his room, Feng Yi waved his hand: "Remember to close the door, I don't want to be disturbed."

"Ah? Close the door?" The fat guy was taken aback, his face filled with horror. He quickly backed away and was about to turn and flee: "Brother Feng, we know each other well, but...I'm a virgin, I never engage in that sort of thing."

Feng Yi almost choked on his drink. Damn, he barely spoke to this fat guy a few times, how did they get so familiar, and he was even mistaken for being gay. This scum must be really trying to disgust him.

"You wouldn't come uninvited, spit it out, what's your purpose here?" Feng Yi put down his military book and casually laid down on the bed with his legs crossed.

"Heh heh, actually I was just joking earlier, you know I'm not very capable, so I came over to learn a few moves." Before he finished speaking, the fat guy took out an ancient military magazine from behind him, "This book is a limited collector's edition issued in the early days, including an introduction to the early Federation Mecha models. I've heard you have a habit of reading Mecha materials. I had to exhaust a lot of effort to find this heirloom in my dad's suitcase. We live next door to each other, so why not read it if you like it."

This guy is really eloquent, shifting from friends to brothers in no time. His thick-skinned approach to quickly advance the relationship is simply infuriating.

Feng Yi's eyes lit up at his words, other books wouldn't sway him, but this antique one was different. In the end, Feng Yi refused: "Brother Tiger is too polite, just tell me, there is just ..."

"Just what?"

"How can I take the book seriously?"

"Why are you being so formal, brother? We are practically family, just take it if you like it."

"Well, since Brother Tiger insists, I will accept it."

Just moments ago he was being hesitant, Feng Yi was now rapidly doing a 360-degree turn. Upon hearing this, the fat guy couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath... damn, I only said you could read it, I didn't say you could have it!

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