Chapter 463: 463
Qiao Ting took in a deep breath and looked searchingly at Ling Lan on the field . He then said in a low voice, "You're not dreaming . That technique . . . " It should count as a new technique . Qiao Ting did not voice it . He was afraid that if he did, he would not be able to maintain his nature .
That was personal-name naming! It was something all mecha masters dreamed of obtaining, but how many people would ever truly earn this honour? Throughout human history, techniques that fell under personal-name naming numbered less than sixty, and most of them were from the early days of mecha development . . .
Excluding those people, in the past thousand years, only a small number of 12 people have attained this honour successfully . . . how lucky was Ling Lan? Having done what countless people could not, even if that technique could not be widely promoted, it was still envy-jealousy-hate inducing for Ling Lan to have an exclusive technique belonging to him! Qiao Ting could not suppress the tendril of bitterness that welled up in his heart . This era should have been his, but Ling Lan's performance today was enough to put them equal ground . Profoundly, he wondered why fate had chosen to give birth to both of them in the same time frame .
Meanwhile, on the field, the referee saw the Tongli mecha being destroyed in one shot by Ling Lan and his expression changed greatly . He quickly waved his red flag vigorously, suspending the fight, and then piloted his mecha over quickly to check on the condition of the Tongli mecha .
Stunned, Ling Lan lowered the gun in her hands . If a quick flash of thought had not struck her at that instant when she had taken the shot, making her subconsciously raise her gun's muzzle by a few inches, she would absolutely have hit the opponent's cockpit directly . That shooting trajectory she had visualized was not merely an effective path to hit the opponent — it was a fearsome trajectory which would have resulted in a one-hit kill .
Ling Lan was instantly gripped by a pang of belated fear; the sweat on her back felt cold . If she had not had that flash of insight and made some minor adjustments at the instant, perhaps her opponent might be dead right now .
"Profound Insight is one of the top-class innate talents in the Mandora star system . It is the best innate talent for mecha piloting . Cherish it, and use it well . " The words Instructor Number One had said to her that year once again rang out by Ling Lan's ear .
"Instructor Number One, before this, I have probably disappointed you!" thought Ling Lan with a dry mental chuckle . She had never really paid much attention to this innate talent of hers, thinking that it only provided a little more accuracy to her piloting through its predictive ability . This lackadaisical attitude towards it had made her neglect Profound Insight, thus wasting a lot of time . . . still, Ling Lan's frustration only lasted for an instant . She very quickly rallied herself, thinking, "Luckily, it's not too late . I will definitely master all of the abilities of Profound Insight . "
Just solely excavating that little bit of its abilities had already proven to be so heaven-defying . . . Ling Lan had the feeling that perhaps this Profound Insight innate talent was the true cheat she had been given in her transmigration, the true foundation which would allow her to stand at the pinnacle of strength in this world .
When the referee came up to the Tongli mecha, he found that the upper half of the mecha had already been battered by the beam shot, becoming extremely dilapidated, but the cockpit area was perfectly untouched . This meant that the situation was not too terrible; the referee's heart settled . That scene just now had caught everyone off guard — even if someone had had the heart to help and save the Tongli contestant, they would not have made it in time .
The referee instantly made contact with the mecha operator inside the cockpit, and when he heard the other respond back that he only had some minor injuries and that everything else was fine, the referee instantly let out a sigh of relief . Only then did he announce the end of this mecha fight, with the winner being Ling Lan of the First Men's Military Academy . Leaving aside the fact that the Tongli mecha was no longer fit for battle, even if the mecha had been completely undamaged after that last encounter, that shot of Ling Lan's alone was enough to reduce the opponent's points to zero .
After his initial surge of emotion, Ling Xiao calmed down, and confusion settled in . That shot of Ling Lan's . . . the execution of it was incongruent with her actual age and experience . Logically, Ling Lan should not have been able to make such an accurate prediction — it should have been impossible for that sure-kill trajectory to be discovered by anyone below imperial level . . .
Predictive judgement was a skill which mecha masters had to learn, but the extent to which the ability can stretch completely depends on the mecha master's own strength and experience, and of course a keen intuition was also indispensable . Ling Xiao believed his daughter's intuition was not weak — he had already known this from when he had sparred with her before — but Ling Lan logically should not have been able to achieve such a step at her current level of strength and experience .
How had Ling Lan, his baby daughter, discovered this trajectory? Was it luck? Or had she really seen it? For some unknown reason, Ling Xiao believed deep down that his daughter must surely have seen it . It looked like his daughter still had secrets unknown to him . . .
A subtle smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips — he was not planning to delve any further into the matter . No matter what secrets his daughter was keeping, he did not care, unless his daughter herself was willing to tell him . The parenting bible had clearly stated that one of the taboos was trying to dig into all the secrets of one's child and trying to control them . This would make a child very resentful, angry, and unhappy — the child may even become hateful of the parent, affecting the relationship between father and son (father and daughter) .
As a wise and intelligent father, he would never make such a low-level mistake! Ling Xiao thought proudly .
Ling Lan returned victorious and was welcomed back by four gazes filled with envy-jealousy-hate from the other contestants of the First Men's Military Academy . Ling Lan smiled bashfully and alighted using the elevator platform .
Striding up to the four people, Ling Lan looked at Qiao Ting and said calmly, "To complete the mission, it all depends on you now, Senior Qiao . "
Qiao Ting stared at her meaningfully and said in a tone steeped in connotation, "I will not lose!" He moved past Ling Lan to the area below his ace mecha and stepped onto the elevator platform before finally walking into his cockpit .
Right then, Qiao Ting already knew that Lin Xiao or Jiang Shaoyu or whomever were all not the people he needed to watch — his greatest rival in this life was this currently still inconspicuous Ling Lan, whose name would spread far and wide later on following the creation of this shooting art . Actually, from the start, from the moment Ling Lan had turned Leiting on its head, they were destined to be lifelong rivals .
As soon as Qiao Ting left, Mu Shaoyu smiled, raised a big thumbs up, and said in a low voice, "Regiment Commander Ling, awesome!"
Mu Shaoyu's words made Han Yu beside him harrumph coldly before turning to walk away . Mu Shaoyu could not help but smirk coldly and say, "Don't worry about him . This fellow's pettiness is acting up again . " As a long-time rival, Mu Shaoyu knew Han Yu too well — Han Yu had always thought that his mecha control was better than Ling Lan's, but reality had just slapped him in the face . Among the six people who were participating in the group mecha combat event, other than Zhang Jing-an, Han Yu had proven to be weakest of the bunch . He found this hard to swallow right at that moment .
"It's fine . I've only defeated a top 32 opponent . It's nothing worth mentioning," replied Ling Lan nonchalantly . Ever since she had stolen Li Lanfeng and Zhao Jun from Wuji, her relationship with Han Yu could not be described as friendly . If her own regiment members had been stolen away by another regiment commander, Ling Lan believed that she too would not be big-hearted enough to still play nice with the other .
"Not worth mentioning?" Mu Shaoyu gaped . "Regiment Commander Ling, you are the first to have created a mecha technique in over 50 years . I believe that from tomorrow onwards, no no, maybe from now onwards, you will be renowned throughout all of human society . "
"Created a technique? Renowned throughout all of human society? What does this have to do with me?" Ling Lan frowned and cast a cold glance at Zhao Jun, asking him what Mu Shaoyu really meant . Was he actually mocking her?
Zhao Jun quickly explained, "As long as a heretofore unseen technique appears, if it was created by an individual, the technique would be named after the individual . Boss Lan, that shot you sent at the opponent as you were flying will be named after you, Boss . . . "
In the mindspace, Little Four abruptly clapped a hand to his head . He seemed to have, probably . . . forgotten to tell his boss about this .
As Zhao Jun explained, his entire face was filled with envy and respect . Them cadets were at most fighting to be the number one within their respective academies . Creating a new technique? That was not something they even dared to think of . In their minds, this was something much too distant from them and so had nothing to do with them . Who could have guessed that his clan leader Ling Lan would actually manage to do this right before their eyes? And so easily too!
"Ah, is that a new technique?" Zhao Jun's words surprised Ling Lan .
"Isn't it?" Zhao Jun was dumbfounded . It was obviously a new technique, right? He had not seen wrong, Qiao Ting had not seen wrong, none of the others had seen wrong .
"What do you say?" Ling Lan cast a cold glance at him . This Senior Zhao . . . did he not learn his basic controls properly? She had obviously just used the fixed-point shooting technique in basic controls, so what did this have to do with a new technique?
" . . . " Zhao Jun became rather flustered by Ling Lan's oppressive gaze . Could it be that he had really made a mistake? He asked carefully, "That . . . ah, Boss Lan, may I ask, what technique did you use earlier?" Feeling tentative and unsure, Zhao Jun actually began speaking more formally .
"Fixed-point shooting . You really couldn't tell?" Ling Lan was even more worried now, which made the chill surrounding her body become even colder . It looked like Senior Zhao Jun's basic controls were really not solid enough . She needed to think of a way to help him fix that as quickly as possible .
The higher her level, the more Ling Lan understood the deeper meaning behind her dad's legacy which had emphasized the importance of the basic controls . This was because once one had entered ace level, the basics were the key to advance to the next realm . And yet, after one had entered ace level, one's personal operation style would gradually begin to form . By the time they reached the late stages of ace realm and wanted to advance to the next realm, the mecha master would find that this problem was an obstacle restricting their advancement . At that time, it would already be too late to turn back and train up their basic controls . Having already formed their own operation style, they would not be able to develop their basic controls any further . Only if their brains were switched so they would forget their own style, then perhaps there would still be a chance to do so .
Ling Lan had already come to a decision in her mind — before Senior Zhao Jun left the academy, she would use basic controls to have a few good spars with him . She had to make sure his foundations became a little more solid .
Zhao Jun could not know that just by asking such a simple question, he had signed himself up for a great amount of torment under Ling Lan's hands before he would enlist into an army division . He would be tortured so badly that he would almost lose all confidence to even board a mecha to fight ever again . . .
Right then, still blissfully ignorant, Zhao Jun once again asked tentatively, "But fixed-point shooting can only be used in a stationary state . Fixed-point shooting while running, is it still fixed-point shooting?"
"Isn't it essentially still the same? I merely applied it more flexibly," answered Ling Lan blithely . "It really isn't a new technique!"
When Instructor Number Three had been teaching her, he had said so very clearly — there was no technique which would never change . Only by incorporating techniques into real battle would techniques become truly useful . She had merely adapted a stationary fixed-point technique for use during motion — there was no difference in the nature of the technique .
If this counted as a new technique, Ling Lan really did not know how many new techniques she had then . Basically, with the guidance and assistance of Instructor Number Three, she was now able to make some changes to every single basic technique .
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