Chapter 657 Turning Grief and Indignation into Training Desire

  It’s already a bit late to get to the school in a suspended vehicle.

  Today is the weekend again, and there are very few students on the road.

  Occasionally, they also pair up in twos and threes. It is not a dormitory trip or a couple out of the street.

  Jiang Qiuqiu walked on the way to school, and didn't know why, but it was difficult to calm down.

  Don't want to go back to the dormitory right away, with infinite fire in his heart, Jiang Qiuqiu went to the virtual machine room.

  There are really many serious people in this school. There are no people walking on the small road outside, but there are too many people in the virtual machine room.

Much.

  Everyone wears helmets in twos and threes or lies in the cabin. On the virtual screen in the center of the computer room, scenes of infield virtual competition are projected everywhere.

  There is no appointment today, but I really want to have an event.

After Jiang Qiuqiu lay in the cabin, he was sent to the first-level melee pool.

This pool does not specifically refer to new students, but is currently trained in the computer room about the level of mecha individual soldiers. The level of the people here is uneven, and they can draw swords and fight. The cannon fodder enters the life of being trampled under the feet. In short it is amazing.

   Jiang Qiuqiu is driving light armor this time, because she wants to fight, she still can't control the medium armor well.

As soon as the light armor landed, she drew out the long sword that came with the mecha, took a deep breath, and rushed into the crowd.

  At first, only a corner was captured by her.

A light armor looks light and fluttering, but the dancing sword is extremely sharp. The speed is extremely fast. The silver light flashes on someone’s mecha, and the metal clank sounds, and then it is unilateral. Abuse.

  Qiuqiu’s strength is not in strength, but in flexibility and vigor.

  She knocked down one mecha after another, because she was too ‘sharp’ and soon someone noticed her.

  The first person who noticed her was the same classmates who wanted to practice their hands. They came around, but the people were not vigilant and didn't give enough attention, and Jiang Qiuqiu was quickly cut by the sword.

  Later, more people were killed by her. Some of the stronger first-level students were born against Jiang Qiuqiu, and the infield slowly emptied a semicircle.

  The medium mecha and the light mecha are intertwined. Jiang Qiuqiu uses a sword. The pilot of the other mecha does not have such a strong center of gravity, balance and mental power as Qiuqiu, so he dare not take out weapons and can only fight hard.

   People with short and inflexible hands are easily drawn by people with long and sensitive hands.

The phrase    is also very applicable when placed on the mecha.

  Jiang Qiuqiu sat in the control room, looking for many opportunities to attack the opponent, but the opponent's defense is high, it is difficult for her to inflict ‘knockdown’ damage to him only with a long sword.

  So after pestering him for a while and making him a little irritable, Jiang Qiuqiu no longer focused on swords, but started close-to-body combat.

   When he was unprepared, he took out his iron fist and slammed it on his neck.

  Mechanic Armor reacted and wanted to counterattack. Jiang Qiuqiu didn't want to fight. He slipped straight back and the opponent had to chase him, but the novice controlled the mecha to rest, so he couldn't keep chasing.

  Jiang Qiuqiu took advantage of the time he was resting, and quickly slid over, took out a long sword, and poke specifically at the joints of the mecha.

  This is a sensitive point.

  After being poked, the middle armor will quickly get up and go to war.

  So back and forth, pulling and pulling, soon someone off the court noticed this.

  Some people who had just arrived before they had time to put on their helmets gathered in front of the big screen.

   "This is the first level?"

   "When did the first-level battle be so sultry?" I leaned against a junior high school sister, "Opening a light armoured dish, the middle armour opposite is too clumsy, it's lost."

  (End of this chapter)