"Hey, those guys just standing there are kind of funny."

"More than that, have you heard? Their instructor is a newbie of tender age, a support team with a greenhorn instructor, it's really a hoot."

"Let's go mess with them."

"Hey, school started just a couple of days ago, don't make a scene. It's odd if we don't get in trouble."

"Forget it, let's just watch my Shadow Rider counter-kill video."

"Shadow Rider videos are all the rage now. Dude, are you from another galaxy or something?"

The person was taken aback at hearing this, saying that he rarely pays attention to mecha. Only these past few days has he heard talk of Shadow Rider, and decided to see for himself how the Phantom Knight 0001 managed to defeat his opponents again and again. To be honest, he wouldn't believe it if he didn't see it.

As other teams disbanded amidst the whispers of the cadets and curious gazes from all around, the seemingly paralyzed support soldiers couldn't help but feel embarrassed!

Damn it, the instructor did speak bluntly, didn't think he'd run so fast. He's not embarrassed, leaving everyone else in the dust. Thank God there are brothers by our side. Yet it was Feng Yi's words and the disdainful glances from other teams that made the cadets unable to swallow their pride.

As for the Shadow Rider, support legion soldiers were also well acquainted. You know, I know, it's no big deal.

The fame of the Shadow Rider isn't widespread, but for a military academy student, the stunning victories of Phantom Knight 0001 have crossed over into miraculous territory. The strange achievements of one player, one after another, can certainly be called a miracle, it's likely the military is already investigating Shadow Rider's information.

Everyone had their own wild thoughts, and before they knew it, they didn't feel so tired anymore. The morning seemed to be filled with brief yet protracted mental struggles, so much so that it's hard to say how much time has passed - it feels like an instant, yet also like an eternity.

People's breathing became ragged, sweat trickled down cheeks, and the swaying bodies of cadets whose legs had gone numb were nearing their limit. Even if they stood still on their own, the vertigo would increase irreversibly with the passage of time...

The scent of scorched earth filled their nostrils, mingled with the smell of sweat; the air in the drill hall seemed to become countless times hotter, and some were already teetering...

Regrettably, even though this loose team had become scattered, no one wanted to be the first to fall. They didn't care about being the last in line, but they knew they couldn't surrender, that would mean denying themselves, nullifying the willpower they'd upheld all morning, and rendering all their efforts meaningless. Then what was the purpose of the determination they'd shown earlier?

By now, this team had attracted quite a lot of attention. What was motivating a group of support cadets to hold out until now? Even those who had made sarcastic remarks about these soldiers earlier were starting to think...

"It's me." Feng Yi knocked on the dean's office door, he didn't wait for an answer before pushing the door open, picked up an orange from the coffee table and began to peel it, unceremoniously.

The old dean didn't mind: "I hear your training is unique and intense."

"A little bit. This is my unique training method, it's really just rearranging the usual training exercises."

"You wouldn't come to me just to report on your training, right? Tell me, what do you need?"

"I would like to request access to the simulated gravity field."

"You've got quite an appetite, lad. The simulated gravity field is currently not open for use."

"Hehe, I knew I'd have to wait three months. There should be another way, right? I need a lead weight."

"That's more like it, just fill out an equipment request form."

Feng Yi nodded, about to leave when the dean shouted, as if something occurred to him: "Ah yes, Feng, you've played Star Wars right?"

Feng Yi found this question a bit odd: "I've had a few rounds of Star Wars."

"Hehe, I knew you would be into Star Wars. I have a granddaughter who's an elite Red Cloak player there. How about I introduce you two? She could teach you a thing or two." The old man's words were full of matchmaking intentions.

As far as mecha goes, Feng Yi wanted to experience combat and grow in his own way. He didn't even care of the guidance of a white ace, let alone a red cloak? Could the old man be implying that he's a charity case? Sir Feng hurriedly surrendered: "I'm just a single guy, I can't possibly aspire to your precious granddaughter."

"Cheeky boy, so ungrateful. Actually, I also wanted to show you this. With your skills, you should be able to see the problem straight away."

"What is it?"

"Wait a second." The old dean shuffled around on the computer until he finally found a video... It was the footage of the final showdown between the Revenge Shadow Rider and Ophelia of Yingland.

Sir Feng was startled, could it be that his alter ego as the Shadow Rider has been exposed by this old geezer? It shouldn't be. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out why the old man wanted him to watch this video? All in all, as an artificial intelligence, Eggy's capabilities were undoubtedly superior. His modified ID might appear in some random place in Alpha.

Feng Yi, knowing his own piloting skills, understood the importance of keeping the Revenge Shadow Rider ID secret better than anyone else. As time went on, he realized that the rising Revenge Shadow Rider was bound to become the focus of major powers. Its importance and battlefield positioning far exceeding that of his own in the field of infantry combat, gradually becoming a subject of official investigation.

His own strength could only skyrocket if he had more chances to challenge great players by facing stronger opponents gain more attention time and time again. Precisely due to Eggy's existence, Feng Yi was unwilling to lose any battle in this contradictory balance of power. However, why did Weirbo suddenly show him this video and what did his words earlier imply?

"You're familiar with Grand's piloting level. When my granddaughter heard that Grand had come to Wind Thunder, she nagged me non-stop to get him to explain how to counter this move. As you know, Grand and I don't really get along, and combat ultimately mirrors the essence of mecha martial art." Seeing Feng Yi's stunned expression, Weirbo's face turned red: "So, I thought I'd ask you, is this one stroke, or two?"

So that's it, what a coincidence. Feng Yi furrowed his brow, feigned observing for a while, then definitively said: "Clearly two."

"It's odd, I couldn't tell even in slow-motion. How did you high-level players recognize this as a double-strike attack?"

Damn, couldn't he even recognize his own attacks? But Feng Yi couldn't admit the truth, "Ahem! Well... a lot of attacks don't need to be seen, you can determine it's a multiple attack based solely on the Shadow Rider's body movement."

"Ha ha ha... you are indeed a master." The old man found Feng Yi more and more agreeable, he was so subtle with his flattery, "By the way, do you have any countermeasures against this move, Feng?"

"No solution, at least I don't have one. Best to dodge when you see him making this move, right?" Feng Yi said with an uncertain look of embarrassment, to be honest, even he couldn't fend off his own attack.

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