Because they realized that the battlefield in the sky was so intense, they couldn't even get close.
Only after half an hour did Leng Yulai finally stop attacking. With a wave of her left hand, she hurled something forward—too fast to see clearly—slicing through the surrounding space like paper.
"You are strong."
Before leaving, she left only those words.
Gu You reverted to his human form and clutched his head. The two other Titled Douluo-level evil soul masters had both been spiritual-type soul masters, and having clashed with someone of equal spiritual strength, he had suffered serious damage.
'Too bad I didn't manage to keep any of them here.' Gu You's body fell to the ground, forming a crater dozens of meters wide. The two evil soul masters took advantage of the spatial rift to escape.
As for the lesser evil soul masters, they were all exterminated by the Douluo City reinforcements.
…
Leng Yaozhu stared at the news report in her hand, silently pondering.
'She actually…'
This incident sent ripples through the entire Federation. Evil soul masters at the Super Douluo level had now appeared more than once. While the damage this time was limited, the fact that it happened again meant a third time was inevitable.
The Federation immediately declared the War God Hall to be on high alert and called upon all major forces to intensify their search for evil soul masters.
Thanks to his role in this battle, Gu You became famous again. He was granted the honorary title of "Citizen of Honor" by the Douluo City government. With the corresponding badge, Gu You could enjoy a 20% discount on everything in the city—even battleships.
This was the highest honor the city could bestow—reserved only for those who had made outstanding contributions. It could not be inherited.
With some time left before the new semester began, Gu You enrolled in a few mecha courses in Douluo City.
The mecha school had been arranged by Zhen Hua, who said it was the best in the city.
"Today, I'll give you a basic lecture on mecha operation." The instructor spoke earnestly, and Gu You listened attentively.
'What will the mecha journey ahead be like?'
"The so-called soul-guided mecha operation is essentially the full integration of man and machine. The pilot stands at the center of the mecha—its chest—secured into a humanoid slot made from special materials, linked to every part of the mecha."
"When controlling the mecha, aside from some functions operated manually or via spiritual intent, most of it relies on the pilot's own physical movements. Whatever the pilot does, the mecha follows."
"Thus, a mecha pilot's physical capabilities must be exceptionally high. Of course, in non-combat states, the mecha can be run on pre-programmed functions. The more advanced the mecha, the less program-controlled and the more manually driven it is. That's what allows complex combat maneuvers."
The instructor explained everything clearly.
Mecha pilots held very high status—on par with Battle Armor Masters—and were even rarer. For instance, black-grade mechas were among the top tiers of soul-guided armor. Within the Federation, black-grade mecha pilot slots were very limited—not just because of the resources required, but because such machines were national strategic assets. Anyone could potentially operate them, so strict controls were in place.
Battle Armor Masters, by contrast, were not state-regulated. If you could forge the required metals, you could make armor. While the resource cost was still high, there were no governmental restrictions.
Another major difference: when building a black-grade mecha or higher, the Federation only provided the core array. All other materials had to be obtained by the mecha pilot. Once their service period ended, they were even allowed to keep their battle mecha as a personal asset.
This involved many complexities, but in short, every piece of metal besides the array had to be personally sourced.
"That's it for today. Tomorrow we'll let you actually try piloting. Only through hands-on experience can you discover your potential."
…
Class ended quickly.
Gu You returned quietly to the place he had rented in Douluo City.
He pulled out two vials of liquid—one gold, one black.
Then he closed his eyes and entered his spiritual sea.
He gifted the Dark Holy Dragon blood to the Demon Lizard Dragon, and the Light Holy Dragon blood to the flash snake he had discovered by chance.
The flash snake had already reached nearly a thousand years of cultivation and was on the verge of a qualitative transformation.
Gu You poured out the two liquids, condensed each into a glowing drop with his soul power, and with a thought, sent them flying toward the soul beasts they were meant for.
'Their integration will take time. I'll check back tomorrow.' Gu You withdrew from his spiritual sea.
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The next morning,
Mist drifted over the earth.
The mecha practical course had its own designated field.
Only a dozen students had signed up. They were already lined up in a row.
Their instructor was a tall, burly middle-aged man.
"We're beginning basic practical training in mecha operation today. Mount your mechas and activate your communication systems. Don't forget your assigned numbers."
"Yes, sir."
Everyone turned and ran toward their mechas.
The training mechas were all white—entry-level models standing twelve meters tall and weighing ten tons. They carried no weapons and only had mid-level armor.
The chest plate opened, revealing the cockpit. Gu You climbed in.
Inside, he curiously examined everything. The chest plate closed, and a helmet descended onto his head. Rings of metal locked his limbs in place.
"Before your hands is a small keyboard. You'll use it for auxiliary control." The instructor's voice came through the comms.
"All mounted? Good. Listen up: balance is key in mecha piloting. You must treat the mecha as an extension of your own body. Imagine you are now ten meters tall. Our auxiliary sensors are extremely sensitive—any tiny movement will affect the whole suit. So today, we focus on balance and precision. Follow me now. Left foot up..."
In modern mechas, the primary mode of control still relied on physical movement. Through the core array and linkage systems, the pilot drove the machine.
Other functions were operated through the keyboard beneath the palms.
And so began the difficult journey of learning to pilot a mecha…
(End of Chapter)
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