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Chapter 125 Good Luck and Auspiciousness

It was the same viewing box that Jixiang had visited last time.

It is the last day of the qualifying round for the top student selection of Zhan University, but there are only two games. The Xingfengzuolang brothers and Zhang Weiwei will eliminate one person in the first game, and the second game will decide the first place.

The reason for only two battles is that the rules of the Mecha Battle Academy Qualification Tournament are that no matter how many wins you have won before, you will lose the qualification as long as you lose one. It can also be understood that this qualification match is a war. Everyone here has only one life, and a failed challenge is equivalent to dying in this war.

So, strength is important here, but luck is equally important. Besides, luck is a kind of strength.

After all, there are only these three people left. The reason why there are only these three people left is also because these three people avoided the team intentionally or unintentionally in the early stage of the qualifying round.

The three of them had discussed it beforehand, and the order of the matches would be decided by drawing lots, which meant that whoever drew the second match would directly qualify for the finals of the chief student selection...

"...May Buddha have mercy on me!" Jixiang couldn't help but mutter subconsciously as he looked at Mo Zuolan who pushed the door open.

At the same time, Jixiang couldn't help but feel a little sad and jealous. Whenever she remembered, she would dust the Buddha statue and burn incense, but the Buddha's light never shone on her, but was so kind to Mo Zuolang! Mo Zuolang, who was drawn for the second game, had already obtained his qualification...

"...Good luck!" Suerya raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mo Zuolang thought about it seriously and replied, "...It has always been good!"

Jixiang, whose luck has always been mysterious, was not only envious, but also jealous! He couldn't help but said sourly: "...Is that so?"

"Yes!" Mo Zuolan looked at Jixiang and nodded very honestly.

Ji Xiang, who was dark inside, was deceived by Mo Zuolan's face of integrity and innocence, and he finally felt ashamed.

“So sour…” Ji Wu Ce turned his gaze back to the fighting stage.

A sour and auspicious feeling: "..."

When will this person understand the true meaning of interpersonal communication, seeing things but not speaking them out!

"Mecha..." Guan Qingyue looked at the unfamiliar orange-red mecha on the fighting stage with extreme seriousness.

The orange-red mecha was Zhang Weiwei's heavy-duty mecha. The overall lines of the mecha were smooth, and the sheen of the outer armor looked particularly restrained...

"Is it... a new type of material?" Jixiang carefully distinguished the outer armor material whose surface characteristics were somewhat familiar, and he wanted to lie directly on the other party's mecha to take a look.

"Yes, the main material is natural material." Guan Qingyue looked at the orange-red mecha that started fighting in the field and said slowly: "Orange gold is lighter in weight, but has stronger defense, and the internal veins are quite solid and stable."

"Is it true that spiritual smelting cannot change the internal structure?" Jixiang asked.

Guan Qingyue shook her head and said, "No one can change it yet, and the properties and energy of the ore itself are already perfect."

"It looks different from the picture in the encyclopedia. The color is more red."

"...it's synthesized by physical smelting method with special materials added." Guan Qingyue affirmed, "I don't know which material master or mecha maker made it..." This was the first time he saw a new type of material synthesized with orange gold as the main ingredient.

"It is indeed rare..." Ji Wu Ce narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Is it a new mecha?"

"No." Mo Zuolang said suddenly.

"Huh?" Ji Wu Ce looked at Mo Zuo Lang with some surprise. Did he actually know?

"It was sent half a month ago." Mo Zuolang said.

"How do you know?" Jixiang asked curiously. Mo Zuolan didn't seem like someone who cared about others.

"…I was robbing a bird's nest and happened to see him." Mo Zuolan thought for a moment before saying.

Jixiang, who had roasted bird eggs for Mo Zuolang half a month ago, suddenly realized that next to the special goods logistics station there was a tree that could be hugged by six people...

"...Didn't he find you?" Ji Wu Ce looked at Mo Zuo Lang with a twitching mouth. He actually ran to rob a bird's nest...

"Found it." Mo Zuolang said with a bachelor look on his face.

"This is not important." Su Erya couldn't help but interrupt their conversation and said, "Mo Xingfeng is about to lose!"

"Ah... you can hold on for quite a long time." Jixiang said in amazement as he looked at Mo Xingfeng's fiery red mecha that was at a disadvantage.

"It's been a long time indeed..." Ji Wu Ce said softly.

"Zhang Weiwei, he must be injured." Guan Qingyue said.

"...left hand." Upon hearing this, Jixiang looked carefully at the orange-red mecha in the field. Although it was not obvious, if you looked closely you could still see that there was something slightly unnatural about the left hand of the mecha.

"No wonder..." Surya held her chin with her left hand and couldn't help muttering. It was obvious that this mecha would be better used as a killer in a decisive battle.

"But virtual combat has little impact, this is indeed the best choice." Ji Wu Ce didn't have much opinion on this, it was just a matter of changing to a mecha with better performance.

In the chief selection battle, no, in the mecha competition, this is nothing new. Except for the competitions with strict regulations on mechas, it is allowed. After all, a mecha with better performance will only make the strong stronger. If it is a weak one, then the strength bonus is also limited. After all, the mecha is dead, and the mecha pilot is alive. The real strong will not fail easily...

The final will be held in a virtual battlefield, which will have no impact as long as the mental strength is not damaged. The qualifying round requires real people to compete. For Zhang Weiwei's current condition, this choice is very correct.

But, "This injury can't even be completely cured in the treatment chamber. It can't be..." Sourya frowned slightly, a little hesitant.

The treatment chamber can quickly heal most injuries. As far as she knows, only some injuries caused by Zerg will not heal easily. But this is impossible... The students in the Overwatch Star Domain cannot leave easily except for the year-end vacation, missions and school activities. Su Erya remembered that she had seen Zhang Weiwei yesterday, and it was impossible for her to go out. If the Zerg invaded Planet Nine... I'm crazy! But, if it's not this, then what kind of injury is it? Or is it still not treated?

"...I haven't heard any special news." Ji Wuce said affirmatively.

"Hey, why are you thinking about these things? Poor Fengfeng has already been defeated!" Jixiang couldn't help but remind the people who were wandering around.

"Defeated!" Mo Zuolang followed.

"The chances of winning are not great." Ji Wuce spread his hands and said confidently.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jixiang looked at Ji Wuce with disapproval.

"You are talking nonsense!" Mo Zuolang said seriously.

"...Langlang, you don't want your brother anymore?"

Mo Zuolang glanced at Jixiang silently and said, "How magnanimous!" He would not care about these things!

"…What a generous person!" Jixiang, who was treated stingily by Mo Xingfeng, refused to admit it.

With a "bang", the door of the viewing room was opened forcefully by Mo Xingfeng and hit the wall.

"Ah! Let's go to a dinner party!" Mo Xingfeng suggested loudly, looking quite natural, without any shadow of failure...