Right, he had no psychological burden, the one bearing the burden should be his opponent. With that thought, the stationary beast-type mecha decided to take the initiative!

Whoosh...

With the roaring jet, the beast-type mecha directly lunged towards the opponent, raising its beast claw to deliver a smack.

But what happened to the notion of 'the longer, the stronger'? Even as a mobile beast-type mecha, you dare put up a head-to-head fight with me? Yang Yong drew out his titanium alloy gun, pointing directly at the opponent as if to say, 'I'm gonna stab you dead.'

Little Cheng, startled, kicked up a storm, quickly changing tactics. The attack he had originally aimed at the opponent transformed into an attempt to smack the titanium alloy gun instead.

With a clanging sound, the force from his strike was admittedly strong, almost knocking the titanium alloy gun from Yang Yong's grip. At that instant, Little Cheng's speed almost hit a hundred.

Luckily, Yang Yong was no slowpoke either, catching the falling titanium alloy gun at a speed of 110.

Ha, you've got to admit, this rookie who's only been around for three years actually has something to him. Just that strong strike alone proves he could be sergeant material.

But Yang Yong remained fearless. Even if he had to get injured in this battle, he refused to admit defeat. The goddess Amelia was watching him intently from the stage. Of course, death would be another matter altogether.

With that, Yang Yong, taking advantage of the momentum, turned his body for a low swinging thrust...

This move came so suddenly that it left no room for one to guard against, at least with Little Cheng's reaction speed. Helpless, he could only extend his beast claw to block this fatal strike.

One could say receiving this strike was a great risk for Little Cheng. Failure would undoubtedly result in injury, but success would also expose Yang Yong to the threat of close combat. Although they were merely common battlefield soldiers, the situation had granted them extraordinary courage.

Clang! Little Cheng managed to pull it off, his beast claw blocking the attack. Keep in mind, such precision is no small feat. The beast claw is only 40cm long, any error would lead to the titanium alloy gun piercing right through, and the decision he made in that instant had a difficulty coefficient of 25.7.

Inside the mecha, Little Cheng was thrilled, humming with excitement. Even the Revenge Shadow Rider would be no better! Meanwhile, the soldiers in the Weibang spectator area burst into cheers.

Splat...

At the same time, the beast-type mecha had already pounced on and tackled the Gun Rider to the ground, mankind's eyes about to be eaten by its gaping maw. Without the scanning system, there was no point in continuing the fight.

Yang Yong was furious. Damn it, is he trying to humiliate me? As an eight-year veteran, being bested by sheer luck made him furious. And in his rage, he exploded in a burst of speed, kneeing the beast right off the ground. Simultaneously, a Thomas Cyclone Kick appeared out of nowhere. Despite the lack of movement, the kick had completely dazzled the crowd, including the titanium alloy dogs.

This was an advanced skill within the armed forces. It was both defensive and offensive, all-in-one. The mecha cabin's Little Cheng fainted on the spot, but soon emergency personnel carried him away on a stretcher.

The federation stand erupted into cheers. An ordinary soldier had pulled off an advanced Thomas Spin Kick. How believable is that!

What happened? Listening to the successive cheers, looking at the beast that fell to the ground, Yang Yong suddenly realized that he seemed to have pulled off a really cool move. Through the video replay, he learned that at the most critical moment, he had somehow executed the Thomas Cyclone Kick.

Really? Normally, he might be able to successfully pull off that kick maybe once in ten attempts. But just now, he somehow managed to execute it perfectly due to a fortunate accident. Damn! That was so cool! Perhaps it was the effect of hormones, or the power of love because Amelia was watching him.

Of course, Amelia was pleased. Winning one round at least ensured she wouldn't be embarrassed if she lost later. Losing both rounds would be worse...

For Yang Yong's victory, she didn't hesitate to express her admiration and awarded him a third-class merit to show encouragement.

As for Little Cheng, losing the fight wasn't shameful. After all, he managed to counter the unexpected low swinging thrust, especially when the opponent was someone able to execute the Thomas Cyclone Kick, such a rank could even challenge advanced pilots.

How many more of these battles were to follow? Watching the interstellar videos while feeling quite bored, Feng Yi felt a bit restless. No doubt, it was a low-level competition, but both soldiers performed well. They still had great potential for improvement.

His injuries were almost healed, thanks to the medic's care. But on the other hand, without that F800 rocket launcher, he wouldn't have gotten injured in the first place.

Lying on the comfy bed in the hibernation cabin, Raymond was bored out of his mind. The second battle wasn't particularly noteworthy. It was Hell's Gate against Zana, and logically, Zana had no chance of defeating Hell's Gate. But the results didn't concern him. He couldn't care less about the battles of a bunch of nobodies. Raymond's goals were the ace pilots, followed by sleep. He had to admit that he was currently no match for Revenge Shadow Rider.

The results of the battle came quickly. The soldier from the Republic of Zana indeed didn't stand a chance against the contestant from Hell's Gate. But that wasn't the point. The point was, the poor dude actually got eliminated by a female soldier.

Back in the captain's quarters, the two buddies from the Federation were already laughing their heads off...

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