Stride like a shooting star!

The pace of the mecha is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the distance of a few hundred meters is only a matter of a moment for the mecha.

Every time the mecha controlled by Liu Mengchao stepped on the ground of the school grounds, it would sink deep and then raise high dust. This dust is the cloak of Liu Mengchao's mecha.

How could a knight be without a cape?

How could a knight be without a spear?

So the knight used the yellow sand of the sky as his mantle, raised his one-arm as his spear, and rushed towards his aim.

The war horse no longer neighed, only the horseshoe silently knocked on the ground and made one ding dong ding dong sound after another, this is the war drum, this is the precursor before the lightning in the sky, this is the beginning of Liu Mengchao's charge.

"Dressage!?" Conelia, who had been sitting on the podium, sat up straight suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief. It's not the first time she's seen someone use dressage, a mecha manipulation technique that only appears during military parades. It wasn't the first time Cornelia had seen someone on both sides of the war win with grace and flamboyance with dressage steps.

But......

Why would there be such a person, who only has a one-armed mecha, but dares to attack Lancelot, whose performance is completely thousands of times better than his own...... And...... And......

With a heart in her mind, Yuffie spoke the hidden words in Cornelia's heart.

"Why is Liu Mengchao more like a knight than a knight, more resolute and fearless than a knight."

Knights are supposed to be resolute and fearless, and the so-called glory and victory are only derivatives after this determination and fearlessness. The original knight was like Liu Mengchao.

There is no future in sight, no tomorrow in sight. There is no hope in sight. All they could see was the three-foot steel gun in front of them. And the indomitable steed under him and the enemy in front of him.

It all just comes together in one sentence.

You die, or I die.

Suzaku didn't want to die, so his attention was more focused than before. He had never imagined that it was just an extremely ordinary sparring session. There will be such an unimaginable situation.

"Are you really going to die with me......?" Suzaku's throat was a little dry, and subconsciously questions poured out of his mouth, as if it could soothe his own tension.

However, come if you want!

Suzaku involuntarily leaned forward. The high-performance Lancelot seemed to be completely stunned at the moment, and stood there dumbfounded. But that's exactly what Suzaku is doing.

The moment Liu Mengchao's mecha came to his side, he used Lancelot's super high performance to defeat Liu Mengchao in an instantaneous duel!

This is also the meaning of Juhe.

Liu Mengchao didn't seem to have insight into Suzaku's tactics at all, he was still advancing, he didn't know what Lu Dao was for, and the word death was added to Liu Mengchao's head by everyone present in a trance.

"Come on! Come on! Come on! You're killing yourself! Suzaku's mecha still didn't move, and the white Lancelot was like an iceberg, exuding an incomparable cold air from all over his body.

Liu Mengchao is waiting for you to come to me, it is the moment when Juhe slashes out! I'll be able to defeat you then!

The distance between the two mechs is ten meters!

Liu Mengchao's five fingers swept quickly across the mecha operation panel. The mech's legs are even faster.

Those present only felt that their eyes had an illusion, the feet of a mecha originally made of steel. At this moment, it seemed to be beginning to deform and bend.

"Is it because in pursuit of high speed, the mecha's feet are subjected to excessive reaction force?" Lloyd, who was standing on the sidelines, whispered to himself.

"No...... It is possible that through instantaneous operation, each focus point of the mecha is evenly distributed, and then accumulated again and again...... The Critical Flashpoint in the Late Quest for Deformation ......" A slightly hesitant female voice rang out behind Lloyd.

"It's just in the theory of ideals, isn't it, Sehir?" Lloyd turned his head and looked at his assistant.

"Maybe we're witnessing the theory become a reality right now...... "Sehir shook his head slightly, "but it's really hard to imagine what kind of talent and hard work it takes to get to such a point." “

Lloyd didn't reply, just nodded slowly, and subconsciously looked into the field.

The distance between the two mechs is only five meters behind!

Liu Mengchao's mecha still had no intention of stopping his steps, and at this moment, no one doubted Liu Mengchao's courage, and no one would not believe that Liu Mengchao would not directly hit his whole person on top of Suzaku's Lancelot.

How the hell will he win!?

I subconsciously asked in my heart, and turned everyone's eyes to Liu Mengchao's mecha, the knight who was galloping at high speed.

As if it were fate, as if it were the soul, at this moment, both the sentimental Yuffie and her heroic sister Conelia involuntarily recited the verses.

"Cast a cold eye......" Yuffie said softly, the distance between the one-armed mech and the white Lancelot was only four meters away.

"Look at life, look at death......" Cornelia sat up straight, as if her whole soul was drawn into this high-speed mecha. She now finally understood why Britaria could conquer the Eleventh District, but not the Chinese Federation.

Because that country has a real ......

"Knight......" Yufie's voice trembled, it was the first time she had been so moved by someone she had only known for a day. No matter whether Liu Mengchao wins or loses, he sprints heroically in a mecha, and Yuffie can swear that he will never forget it.

I won't forget it, because he's so gorgeous.

The distance between the mechs is only one meter at the bottom.

And this poem that came out of the mouths of the two sisters is only the last sentence.

"Onward!"

Click...... Cha!

A screeching noise rang out, and Suzaku's Lancelot moved quickly. The white mecha arm instantly turned into a white lightning bolt, slid through the space at an incredible angle, and pierced directly into the cockpit where Liu Mengchao was!

This is a martial art applied to mechas, one hit will kill, Juhe slash!

A large number of electric sparks and fragments erupted from Liu Mengchao's mecha, and they were too many to count. The fragments filled the sky in an instant, obscuring everyone's view.

"Liu Mengchao defeated ......?"

Some incredulous, yet some rightful voices rang out from the reincarnation. It was only then that they regained their senses from the game they had just played.

Fail! Liu Mengchao should be defeated! He deservedly lost!

What kind of mecha is Liu Mengchao driving, and how can that kind of mecha that is just an ordinary train be able to beat the well-made Lancelot? And what kind of technique is Liu Mengchao, and how did he beat the rebellious Leluxiu, who piloted the mecha almost invincible Suzaku?

No way! No one can win, no one believes it!

Samsaras believe in their own thoughts, and they believe in their own eyes.

The debris in the sky and the flashing electric sparks are the best proof of all this!

Yuffie closed her eyes a little sadly, not daring to look at the scene in the school field. For the first time, she hated someone so much, the driver of Lancelot, the honorary Britarian who had heard that he was called Suzaku.

Piloting a mecha with excellent performance, bullying the weak, there is no trace of knightly demeanor and honor at all.

Conelia, who was sitting on the podium, shook her head slowly. There was no excitement in the eyes of his soldiers who had won the competition.

All kinds of ideas gathered in the school field in an instant, making the school field quiet for a moment, without the slightest sound.

Suddenly, a loud bang burst out of the fog of debris and electric sparks.

Boom!

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Uh-huh...... This is the first chapter of the 10,000-word explosion...... The time of the next watch is five o'clock in the afternoon, and then the time of the third watch is eight o'clock in the evening, and the time of the last watch is ten o'clock after dinner......

And then quietly say a poem that appears in this chapter:

"Cast a cold eye, look at life, look at death, knight, forward." It's my favorite English poem, because it's very short.

Now write down the original English text, uh-huh~ In addition, the author is Ye Ci......

Cast/a/cold/eye，

On/life，on/Death，

Horseman，pass/by。

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