There was a murky sound from the heavy armor plates of the school mech, like a giant's fist clenching slightly. Milky white steam poured out of the steam exhaust, and in the snorting sound, the huge body resembled a bull with a snort.

In the cockpit, Corgate has a pair of metal pedals with his feet, and the intricate and sophisticated gearing conducts all his subtle movements to every part of the giant metal humanoid, making it perform exactly the same movements as humans, even those that humans cannot.

Slender hands reach for the metal prosthetic limbs of the mech, and the orichalcum armor warmed by steam fits tightly to the skin, and the pilot seems to be embraced by the mech, wrapped in a metal shell. Ten fingers reached into the sharp, cone-shaped iron hand, and the power opened up section by piece, the lubricating oil hissed, and the whole iron hand clenched and relaxed, relaxed and clenched with Coment's movements.

"Cyclops, it's an honor to be your opponent." There was a loud click, and through the cracks in the copper bars of the falling metal visor, Corgate saw a figure coming out of the white steam.

Eugene couldn't wait and was the first to walk into the test site. His movements are skillful, and he does not stumble like a child who has just learned to walk. It wasn't the first time he had put on this mech, and with the partnership between his family business and the school, he had naturally been taken care of. Now, wearing this heavy iron guy powered by an SV2 engine, it's like wearing his own tuxedo.

Walking onto the test venue was like walking into a dance party, and he was not facing his opponent, but his pre-selected dance partner.

He's here to perform, and the show is scripted.

"Good luck." Master Eugene Fallad smiled, and he looked through the mask and steam at the metal figure standing in the steam, which was his one-eyed "dance partner".

If he weren't a one-eyed dragon and had a congenital heart default, he wouldn't be qualified to "dance" with the eldest young master of his Farad family.

The steam vent on his waist spewed out a thick milky white steam, and the pitch-black figure finally moved. The boy inside took a step, and his strong mechanical legs followed.

Eugene suddenly went into a trance, and he seemed to see the eye behind the mecha mask opposite, a blood-red eye, flashing. He shook his head, flicked his steam-soaked brown hair, and looked at it again.

The black humanoid figure walked out of the steam, and although it was much shorter than the Purple Rose Hall, it gave people a sense of oppression for no reason. The black school mecha raised its right arm, swivelled behind its back, and drew its unbladed straight sword.

Of course, the mecha operation test is to test the students' familiarity with mecha manipulation, rather than the skills of mecha competition. The school also didn't want these young masters and ladies of the chaebol family to be injured, so they equipped the two school mechs with special unedged straight swords. This straight sword is commensurate with the size of a mecha that is more than three meters tall, and the sword is two and a half meters long, made of hard copper, which reflects a golden-purple light.

The black mecha pulled out a straight sword from the weapon rack behind him, and suddenly stretched the arm holding the sword straight forward, the sword facing the sky, and the tip of the sword pointing to the opposite side. Then a small stream of steam leaked from the joints of the arm, and it turned its arm and pointed its sword upwards again.

It stood sideways, standing upright, pointing its sword forward, its iron-black mask solidified, as if it were about to judge its opponent.

Is Cordant crazy? What is he doing here? Young Master Eugene was stunned in the mecha, he didn't understand the meaning of Koment's action at all. He had everything planned, but at the beginning he was in a mess, his partner's dance steps were simply contrary to his own, and from the beginning, the actors he hired did not play according to the instructions in the script.

Professor Uno was stunned, and he stood on his tiptoes and looked across the testing site. He had no idea who the subject on the other side was, and he was confused by the bizarre opening.

"It's the etiquette before a knight's duel." A woman's voice suddenly rang out behind Professor Uno, who hurriedly looked back again, but saw no one.

Knight Road? Garbage left over from the old era? Professor Uno shook his head, and he immediately linked the strange scene in front of him to a thin figure in his mind that he hated.

"One-eyed dragon, stop pretending, who do you think you are!" Young Master Eugene shuddered from his daze, and he drove the metal armor, leaving a long trail of white steam, and slid towards the mecha in a strange pose on the opposite side.

The heels of the steam mechs are equipped with a metal roller that can be folded, and when moving on a relatively smooth battlefield, the folded bracket will fall, and the metal roller will replace the traditional stepping as a tool for the steam mecha to move. Roller gliding can no longer perform actions such as kicking and jumping, but it can greatly increase the movement speed of heavy and bulky mechs, allowing them to reach the level of locomotive movement.

The same bronze straight sword on the weapon rack behind him, Eugene skillfully pulled it out and clenched it in the metal iron hand. He glides at high speed as he adjusts the angle of his swing. His father, the leader of the Farad Consortium, Naru Farad, had hired excellent mech-pilots as his instructors, and the instructors had gone to great lengths to teach him how to wield every sword he wielded.

A true warrior must cut off the enemy's head with every sword he swings, and even if it is an unintentional pick, he must break the wings of a bird flying in the air.

Komet didn't move, he was still in front of Eugene, the two-and-a-half-meter-long purple-gold sword light flashed, and the straight sword swung to his chest, blocking his most important part. It was the steam core of the school mech, a round, red-hot hole.

Rumble! A loud sound exploded in the center of the test site, like a bomb of compressed steam exploding, and the snow-white steam erupted like a tumbling wave, pouring into the crowd of spectators around the venue, dancing on the boys' shoes and lingering under the girls' skirts.

A fishy sea breeze blew, and the cloud of steam was blown away, revealing the two mechs that had collided together. They each clenched the purple-gold swords in their hands, their blades grinding into sparkling sparks, their metal masks almost touching each other, and the two pilots could easily see through the gaps in the copper bars on their masks to see the eyes on the other side.

"Komat, are you crazy? I don't want to take off one of your arms here! Eugene felt the steady flow of energy, and behind the dense copper bars, he saw a dark red eye bathed in fire.