Compared with the unreliable assessment of Du Moyi and the fat man who started a war without saying a word and ended in less than half a second, Chu Ming was obviously more qualified as an assessor.

"Before the formal combat assessment, according to the rules, a control assessment must be done first, and the level of the mecha master is determined to facilitate the next actions of the examiner. It's the rule, and I hope you understand. Chu Ming's voice came through the intercom.

With the sound, the bright lights on the training ground dimmed, and only two pillars of light enveloped the two mechs standing in the field.

"No problem!"

The voices of the two people were reduced, and a prompt sound came from the cockpit: "Effective handling test, please follow the following instructions to operate the airframe。。。。。 ”

"Bang bang bang!" The red assassin on the opposite side quickly jumped and threw a few punches, then turned around in a volley and kicked 180 degrees, landing in style. It is almost a textbook standard move, which not only shows Chu Ming's ability to control the mecha, but also makes a perfect interpretation of the potential of this old-fashioned mecha.

A stat appeared on the screen outside the training ground: "Red Assassin, effective control speed: 72 movements, mecha control: 85%"

It's not particularly impressive, but it's definitely the data of an intermediate first-level mecha master. The onlookers outside the training ground erupted in cheers.

This is the strength of the number one master of their ancient martial arts society. It's not because of the real-time data of this intermediate first-level mecha master, but because they have seen this data many times, and it has hardly increased or decreased, which can only show one problem, the thief is stable, a stable horse. And, obviously, this is not the trainee's strongest strength, and they all believe it.

Next, everyone looked at the black mecha, with the fat man, a brick and tile that was almost similar to a pearl and jade, in front of them, and they also expected Tang Lang to have a more amazing performance.

The black assassin also moved according to the actions prompted on the brain light screen.

It's an almost perfect replica, giving the illusion that it's just a red assassin in a different color.

The screen also displayed: "Black Assassin, effective control hand speed: 62 movements, mecha control: 88%"

The hand speed is not as good as Chu Ming, but the control of the mecha is even better than Chu Ming, and the movements made are almost identical, which makes the vast majority of people outside the field a little incomprehensible.

They didn't see it, and Chu Ming's face was already horrified inside the red mecha.

Everyone in the world knows the importance of mecha control hand speed, and even the promotion level of mecha division is mainly based on hand speed as an important criterion, but there are a small number of people who hold different opinions and think that the control of the mecha is the most important thing. They believe that only by being able to control the changes of each part of the mecha in motion can they reach the highest level of human-machine integration and finally advance to the mecha god of war, not just that the mecha can make more changes and actions per unit of time.

But after all, a large number of fighting matches have proven that people with faster hands win more often, and this theory is only a minority in the mech fighting world. But Chu Ming had come into contact with an old sergeant who had returned from the battlefield, he was only 40 movements of his hand, but he had killed a mecha controlled by Captain Jeppen, which was at least the level of an intermediate and third-level mecha division, and his control of the mecha was not lower than Chu Ming at all. The old sergeant almost lived to prove that control was more important than hand speed.

Chu Ming, who did not believe in evil, had fought with the old sergeant no less than ten times in mecha entity combat, and the fighting time and time again proved that if he lowered his hand speed to the level of 55 movements, he would not be the old sergeant's opponent. So in the past two years, he no longer focused on improving his hand speed, but put all his mind on the control of the mecha. Even Master Yan nodded in approval for his choice.

And the control of the mecha is 85%, which is already considered the middle and upper level of his performance.

But the guy on the other side can reach 88%, and that should be based on the fact that he rarely controls "assassins".

"You're stronger than I thought!" Chu Ming's voice made the audience outside the venue a little stunned.

Then, the black assassin rushed forward, stepped on the alloy ground twice in a row, and came to Tang Lang with huge kinetic energy, and the short fist burst out with a quick burst of beads.

"It's a combination of Wing Chun short fights in ancient martial arts!" Some of the onlookers knew the details and had already echoed them.

In addition to practicing various ancient martial arts by itself, the dream of the ancient martial arts club is to integrate the ancient Chinese martial arts into mecha fighting, and Chu Ming's series of actions is to show the characteristics of Wing Chun boxing, which should have been used by the human body, "changeable moves and elastic punches", almost making people mistakenly think that it is not a mecha, but a giant.

Under such an almost dazzling short fist attack, everyone present felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts, if they changed places with Tang Lang, what else could they do besides dodging and blocking? But once this is done, a continuous attack will follow, and in the end it will inevitably be defeated, and this is still when the hand speed is not much different.

"Originally, I thought that Senior Chu Ming was going to fight a little longer, but I didn't expect that he would choose to fight quickly, could it be that it was because that guy's hand speed test was much lower than him, which made him lose interest in the enemy?" Du Mo's eyes flashed with adoration, and he muttered to himself.

"Why do I look like I think the opponent is too strong, if I don't take out the kung fu to press the bottom of the box, and replace defense with offense, I will be miserable!" The fat man's disdainful crooked mouth.

"Dead fatty, you have the ability to wait for the test to be completed, you go up and fight again." Du Mo glanced angrily at the fat man who was spinning around the female student in a training suit.

"If you don't do it, you can't beat it!" The fat man is very single. "Generally speaking, my brother wouldn't give him a chance to get so close!"

"How do you fight that?"

"Shoot from afar!" The fat man's eyebrows and eyes are extremely obscene. "Not only do I have a lot of guns, but I'm also very accurate."

"Get out!" Du Moyi really regretted talking to this thing.

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As he spoke, the red assassin had already fired more than a dozen punches in a row, but the black assassin was stunned to take small steps in place, his body swaying from side to side. The red Assassin's wind-fast fist grazed the black Assassin's armor every time, but none of them actually hit.

It wasn't until the black assassin took advantage of the moment when the red assassin fired more than a dozen punches in a row, perhaps Chu Ming's spirit was slightly relaxed, and suddenly popped out a leg, and the red assassin's fists turned into palms and pressed down, and he retreated with strength, which could be regarded as the end of the heart-pounding mecha attack and defense seen in just two or three seconds.

The attack was furious, but the dodge was extremely clever, and in the middle of this attack, the control of the two mecha divisions had already been fully revealed.

Based on this alone, Tang Lang can already be regarded as a mecha master at the level of admiration in the academy.

"Have you noticed that it seems to be a popular boxing technique in the Great Eagle Empire and the Rhine Alliance!" Big Bear looked confused.

Except for not bending his fists in front of the headgear, the black assassin's footsteps and body swing are like a boxer-like character as a whole.

"Haha, cool! It's been a long time since I've had a hearty fight like this, look at my eighteen palms of dragon descending! Suddenly there was a loud laugh from the black mech.

With the sound, the black assassin slid forward, bent one knee, and slammed into Chu Ming's red mecha with a jumping knee.

This is obviously like an ancient Muay Thai move, what does it have to do with what palm technique? Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, but they didn't expect that seemingly cold guy to have such a funny side.

And the "hob meat" imitating Tang Lang's voice print is still clamoring for "Nine Yin Skull Claws", "Qiankun Small Shift", "Tianshan Folding Chicken Hand", "Crotch Broken Egg Palm"。。。。。。

Although the black assassin in the furious attack simply did not have a single move to match it.

But there is definitely something more ferocious than the name of the weird and creepy move.

"You are responsible for fighting, I am responsible for shouting slogans to disturb the opponent's mind, our brothers are one" Hob meat has never been a lonely master.

Tang Lang was also helpless in this regard, so he could only say sorry to Chu Ming, who didn't know about it. Two against one, you can only endure it.

"Bang bang bang!" The armor of the two mechs staggered, and sparks flew everywhere. is as strong as Chu Ming, and in front of Tang Lang, who is letting go of the attack, he can only defend in an all-round way at this moment.

"This seems to be Xingyi Boxing, no, it looks like Baji Boxing, that kick, how can it look like Sanda?" Poor Big Bear was completely stunned by this moment.

If the Wing Chun Fist that Chu Ming borrowed from the mecha before was amazing, then the black assassin who was now attacking frantically without stopping for a moment was like an ancient martial arts master, and it was all kung fu.

Although the work in his hands was far from being as awesome as he shouted, the destructive power was definitely not small, if it weren't for Chu Ming's hand speed being faster, that move "Monkey Kick Peach" alone would have caused the balance bar between the assassin's two mechanical legs to suffer a heavy blow.

I'm afraid that is also the only move that Tang Lang shouted right.

Who is the Guwu Society? This is probably a common small print that appears in the minds of everyone present. Tang Lang, who corrected the rise of the fight, was as ridiculous as the white crane wings of a kindergarten child.

At this time, it had already gone beyond the scope of the so-called assessment, Tang Lang actually pressed the first master of the ancient martial arts community, and moreover, it was the ancient martial arts that the ancient martial arts society was most proud of.

What's even more desperate is that he has a more rule-defying trait than a dead fat man, how can there be a saying? Hooligans know martial arts, and no one can stop them。。。。。。

For this sudden situation, Ming Yueshang has already been mentally prepared, and the person that Yan Shi fancies, if he doesn't have this ability, it will be called an accident. What made her desperate was that the better Tang Lang was, the farther away he was from her, to be precise, the farther away from the Guwu Society, and it was even possible that the academy would ban him from participating in the academy qualifying tournament in which the four grades of the academy participated together.

Master, the hand is too high, and it can't be done!

However, even if it is her, she can't take the initiative to stop. Chu Ming also has his own pride, not to mention that he is only at a disadvantage now, and he is not at the point of losing a big defeat. Under Tang Lang's furious attack, his watertight defense and sharp counterattacks are equally breathtaking.

It was Changsun Xueqing who took the initiative to stop, and the voice of Changsun Xueqing came from the cockpit of the two mechas: "The assessment is complete, Tang Lang has passed!" ”

Only then did the two mechs that were fighting fiercely stop and quit the warband.

Chu Ming, who jumped out of the mecha cabin and had beads of sweat on his forehead, looked slightly bitter: "Brother Tang really deserves to be a master in the army, if he continues to fight, Chu Ming will definitely not be able to resist." ”

"Senior Chu's words are serious, if he is not on the battlefield, Tang Lang will not dare to win." Tang Lang smiled slightly, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to shake hands with Chu Ming. "If I'm not mistaken, Senior Chu should be best at blades."

"As you said, if you don't have anything good at on the battlefield, your control over the mecha is far above mine, even if it is a fight of life and death, I will most likely not be your opponent." Chu Ming shook his head and said. "Moreover, you can still use two hearts in an extremely fierce battle, confusing and disturbing me with unwarranted tricks, and you can bring reality in the void, this kind of ability is even more beyond Chu Ming's reach!"

"Ahem! This one! Nonsense, what is there for two purposes! Tang Lang blushed.

"There is a chance to learn more!"

"Definitely!"

Looking at the two who followed the eldest grandson Xueqing away, Chu Ming's eyes were full of anticipation.

As the best among the trainees of Qingyu Military Academy, he naturally didn't only look at the academy like Ming Yuesheng, his eyes had already looked outside the academy.

This time, the academy participated in the all-army competition of the Federation, which may be able to give those proud generals of the elite troops of various fleets and military districts a big surprise!

There is no doubt that Tang Lang has enough strength to become one of the seeded players in the entire academy.

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