Tempest of the Stellar War

Although the battle had shot him to fame, but nothing much had changed between Wang Zheng and Zhang Shan. Zhang Shan’s brainless enthusiasm had been triggered. He decided that he would stand in the finals the next time. But he was also clear that simply depending on his warping was useless. But more than that, some higher tier mecha could already have the ability, even if their speed was a bit slower. But this left Zhang Shan a little miffed. An ability that could be replicated was nothing special. He needed something unique.

He had applied every last bit of knowledge regarding space, and Zhang Shan and Wang Zheng had discussed this ability as well. Although Wang Zheng could not use spatial abilities, but his understanding of space was no less than Zhang Shan’s.

And Wang Zheng still remembered Old Zhuo’s words. To become the ace mechanist, one must not only improve oneself, but also develop a comprehensive understanding of mecha.

All kinds of mecha. It did not mean a simplistic understanding of what each mecha could do. That was meaningless, and something that any slightly capable mechanist could achieve. The real ace mechanist not only understood the limits of their own mecha, but also the limits of their opponent’s mecha.

Once that was achieved, then the advantage in battle was firmly within one’s control. This was something that no opponent could control.

Wang Zheng felt that this was rather exaggerated, because understanding a mecha’s limits was a tedious and arduous task. As a repair personnel himself, he was very clear on this. Knowing one or two was easy, but the problem was that there were thousands and thousands of mecha types. Even the main ones had a few hundred. This was a joke. But Old Zhuo had said that there were more than 100 people in the know. Wang Zheng had balked. If he had known Old Zhuo any less well, he would have thought he was bragging.

He could only say that he was not the most hardworking. It looked like there were people even more enthusiastic than him.

Wang Zheng wanted to challenge it. Since this condition existed in the Elite Academy, why not utilize it?

His access was already high, so this was not a problem.

Class, regimented practice of Primordial Regression Technique, mecha training, and lastly, looking for Butcher to discuss the mecha design plans.

All five of them had their own teams to design the plans. Once the plans were out, the actual creation could proceed smoothly. And these mecha plans were naturally top secret. Each was sealed tight, and even the Genesis Coffee Club access could not see them.

Butcher and Gail had not expected Wang Zheng to gain such a prize, and his defeat of Hocatolin was completely unexpected. They thought that Wang Zheng was doomed to lose, but that brat had actually made it. But then again, compared to his return from the Deep Abyss, it was nothing special after all.

The way the two scientists saw it, the difficulty and meaning of his return was much higher than a mere competition. Of course, Butcher would definitely honor his promise. He would not only personally take a hand in the creation, but would pester his old friends to come back.

Butcher’s friends were naturally pros, and some were also members of Genesis Coffee Club.

Wang Zheng was currently participating in a broadcast meeting, and Butcher and Gail were also present. The other was someone that Wang Zheng was meeting for the first time, although he had heard of him for a long time. The master of mecha design, Professor Baegula. He had anchored many top-tier mecha designs. Most importantly, he was the one who had made the runic technology breakthrough.

To get such a master to design something for a single person was immensely difficult. His forte was in direction and frameworks, but he could not shrug off Butcher’s pestering this time round, and had been bullied into participating.

One had to know that given Baegula’s ability, a few adjustments in the major points would see endless benefits. This was about the details. Only a machinist who had attained a certain level could feel it. And for these runic mecha, this was undoubtedly the most important thing.

Presently, Baegula had already been perusing the data for a while. Baegula knew that Wang Zheng was a member of Genesis Coffee, otherwise he would not have consented to come in spite of Butcher and Gail’s pestering. His own work kept him so busy that he wished he could duplicate himself, and he did not have the time or energy to accompany little kids’ play. And things like a Huang Grade winning the competition was nothing in his eyes. Perhaps if a Heaven Grade expert wanted to customize a mecha, he might just consider it.

But given Wang Zheng’s situation, as a physics student entering the Genesis Coffee Club, this was unusual in itself. And to have achieved such a result in Elite Academy, Baegula’s interest was sparked.

“Baegula you punk, what are you up to? Aren’t you done reading yet?” Gail could not sit still anymore. Gail was getting on in years, and the senior in age. Even for Baegula he would not hold back. And everybody knew his personality was like an old kid.

Baegula shook his head slightly. The data had Wang Zheng’s basic body toughness tests, including strength, speed, endurance, and stamina etc. It was holistic, and even included a few of Wang Zheng’s crucial battle records, helping to set the direction by detailing his battle style. Of course, Wang Zheng had his own understanding of things, but for a professional, they saw things clearer away from the heat of the battle. Their perspective was more comprehensive and more objective, and not something that the average person could match.

Baegula had come out of curiosity, but now was completely engrossed. The physical data was not bad, but in truth he had seen even more ridiculous numbers. But he was just a student, and Baegula had also seen the footage. He felt that the numbers did not reflect the whole truth.

The first was Wang Zheng’s bloodbath against the Zerg in IG. Clearly, such Zerg were like food in front of a pro, but given Wang Zheng’s ability then, as well as the mecha conditions, he had actually brought the problematic Golden Wheel Battle King mecha to such heights.

In others’ eyes, Golden Wheel Battle King mecha was a stellar work, but Bergula did not think it was special. Besides, he did not make such mass-produced mecha.

He had thought Wang Zheng’s strength was the output type, but after he saw his Phantom King, this hypothesis topped. He had used the phantom switch immaculately, and his close combat skills were flawless and fierce.

These were all reasonable. Wang Zheng could do it, but pros could as well. Until the Hercules match.

Baegula had become completely serious now. Because those that designed super-mecha were especially sensitive of the pilot’s ability. Regardless whether it was the Golden Wheel Battle King or Phantom King, these were classic works, and a grasp of their unique strengths was a basic prerequisite of becoming a super-mechanist. It was not a surprise, or Wang Zheng would not have the qualification to sit here.

But Hercules?

An agricultural mecha. Baegula naturally understood the countries’ situations, but to use it to this level… His judgement, the adroitness of his wrists and fingers, they belonged to someone who had completely broken the habits of humanity.

Glancing at Wang Zheng’s young, even naïve face, Baegula found it a little hard to believe.

How could such a young man exist? Had he been neglecting the students for too long?

“How did you do it?” Baegula asked.

“I say, Baegula, you brood for half the day, then shoot off some nonsense question without so much as a word of context. Nobody knows what you’re talking about.” Gail said.

Baegula laughed at himself. “Right, let me make myself clear. I’m talking about Hercules’ revolving spade. How did you do it?”

Wang Zheng laughed, and stretched out his hands. His 10 fingers began to waggle so quickly that they became a blur, making even Gail and Butcher giddy. It was like a magic trick. And then suddenly Wang Zheng sprang up, and was upside down… with one finger supporting his weight.

And then the 10 fingers began switching constantly. At one point, even his little finger alone could hold him up.

The three of them stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed. No wonder he could bring forth such terrifying mecha power. A flawless agility and endurance that backed his unbelievable skills.