Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

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The instructor's mouth moved, but in the end, he did not say any words of pleading.

Today's selection was not only for the official mech pilots but also an opportunity for their Mechanical Court to spot promising candidates.

Even if one missed the chance to qualify as a regular mech pilot today, there would be other opportunities, but the talents required by the Mechanical Court were only available today.

Having embarked on the path of physical reformation, the people of the Mechanical Court always pursued absolute perfectionism. A warrior who did not perform impressively at the first meeting would have no chance of reversing their fortune later on.

Warriors who did not reach the designated endpoint within the specified time had already been eliminated in the heart of the representative from the Mechanical Court, and pleading was thus futile.

Moreover...

The instructor's gaze swept over those massive mechs that had successfully reached the destination and easily calculated the number of those eliminated—three.

Not too many.

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The instructor cursed inwardly while pulling up the microphone in the off-road vehicle and shouted towards one of them...

A calm voice issued from the speakers of every mech, "Those who have not reached the endpoint are eliminated!"

All the warriors who heard the instructor's command felt their hearts skip a beat, and the palms grasping the mechanical levers began to sweat slightly.

The warriors were unaware of the instructor's thoughts; they gave their all in the selection, treating it as the most critical turning point in their lives.

The attention from the representative of the Mechanical Court and the far stricter rules than any previous training tensed the string in their hearts suddenly.

The instructor's instructions continuously broadcast through the loudspeaker, "Next, line up in order and complete the designated stage content."

The destination they reached was not an empty field but rather numerous facilities that resembled an enlarged version of a warrior training ground laid out across a vast wilderness, albeit the content appeared significantly simpler from a distance.

And since they were designed for training mechs, these large targets, the number of facilities that could be built was naturally limited, allowing only one mech to pass through at a time.

As the command was issued by the superior, a complete set of mech maneuver animations began to display on all the warriors' screens.

Clearly, that was the so-called standard for action performance.

"You must proceed in order, with a deviation of no more than 10%, within a time limit of 10 minutes. Those who fail to meet the requirements are eliminated," said the instructor, his voice colder and less personable than usual, resonating from the speakers. The pair of warriors ranking first stared at their screens, trying to engrave the standard maneuvers deeply into their minds.

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

The response was silent, with only the confirmation of electronic keys serving as the sole acknowledgement.

Watching the response lights excluding the three eliminated mechs turn green in front of him, the instructor sighed softly, silently wishing the trainees luck in his heart, 'Make the most of it, kids.'

"Begin!"

As the command was given, the leading mech surged forward.

Walking, jogging, zig-zagging, small jumps, large leaps, sidestepping, swan returns... a series of professional tactical maneuvers ranging from easy to difficult were displayed in order through the fixed installations on the field.

There were no actions beyond what they had been taught; it was all content they practiced regularly, only now they were to execute it in a fluent sequence.

The sole purpose behind all these maneuvers was to make the mechs appear as agile as a human body.

As the first mech to undergo selection, the veteran mech pilot from the previous reserve was naturally burdened with everyone's expectations.

Their demonstration would also provide a reference of significant value for all subsequent mech pilot groups.

Everyone watched the first group with bated breath, including Rose.

However, her gaze occasionally drifted to Bai E's profile close by, wondering why, since they had started their journey, she had felt that Bai E was a bit off today.

Was it because they hadn't trained together in mechs for so long? Or was it due to the first real contact with a mech?

But it wasn't the kind of estrangement that made cooperation impossible; rather, it was an indescribable strangeness...

"You seem... a bit strange today," Rose decided to ask.

Her straightforward character dictated that she would speak her mind without hiding anything.

Bai E's eyes blinked out of a slightly dazed state and then came back to reality.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt as if the mech itself was communicating with him.

The mechanical transmissions, the surging electricity through the cables... they felt as familiar as his own bones, his own blood, greeting him intimately.

This unprecedented immersive experience fascinated Bai E so much that he seemed indifferent to everything happening around him until Rose's call snapped him back to attention.

"It's nothing..." Bai E shook his head.

"Oh~" Rose glanced at Bai E with a strange look in her eyes, but said no more, instead turning to watch the first group of mech pilots who were setting a standard for the rest, "I think they are running out of time..."

Time had already elapsed significantly, and it seemed less than half of the required movement routine had been performed.

The standards of the selection weren't particularly difficult since they involved skills everyone learned in regular training; yet with the added constraints of time and varying movement benchmarks, it introduced adequate pressure.

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