The Silly Prince Successfully Cancels the Engagement, But the Fiancée is His Childhood Sweetheart - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: The Formed Quick Offense Fighting Style

Bai Qing hadn’t slept so soundly for a long time.

The gloom of his self-created quick offense fighting style’s continuous losses was finally dispelled. He had found the problem’s root, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Qing slowly opened his eyes, and with a sudden start, he saw Xiang Zhuo’s figure before him.

Bai Qing bolted upright, instinctively touching his scent gland. Only after confirming that the gland was normal and that the suppressant had prevented any pheromones from leaking out did his frantic heartbeat slowly calm down.

Xiang Zhuo noticed Bai Qing’s movement and asked with a smile: “Awake?”

Bai Qing nodded gently. Due to just waking up, all his movements were a bit sluggish.

Xiang Zhuo’s heart softened immensely: “It’s late. Where do you live? I’ll take you back.”

Bai Qing shook his head: “No need for the trouble. I can go back by myself.”

No matter how much Xiang Zhuo insisted or worried, Bai Qing refused to let him take him home. Xiang Zhuo had no choice but to stop pressing. The two greeted each other and said goodbye at the entrance of the underground arena.

…

Since receiving Xiang Zhuo’s “enlightenment” that day at the underground arena, Bai Qing finally understood where his problem lay.

Especially the match where he defeated Xiang Zhuo, which gave him a clear and complete framework for his fighting style.

As a result, for these past ten consecutive days, besides attending classes, he returned home to pilot Artemis and spar against various elite mecha warriors.

So far, he had fought a total of eighty-six matches, winning sixty-six of them.

The win rate was not particularly high, which made him realize the huge gap that still separated him from the truly top-tier mecha fighters.

Moreover, once he encountered a truly difficult opponent, his probability of winning was zero.

Bai Qing was very clear about the fatal flaw in his quick offense style: once he met an opponent who comprehensively overpowered him in combat strength, he would be utterly defenseless. In their eyes, his quick offense would be nothing more than child’s play.

Bai Qing was far from truly relaxed, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been out of touch with the outside world for a long time. Every day was just classes and classes. He knew nothing of the outside world these past few days. To avoid becoming completely disconnected, he casually opened his communication terminal to check the messages.

But as soon as he logged in, the bright red “99+” in the top-left corner of Xiang Zhuo’s avatar stung his eyes.

Bai Qing: “…”

Clicking into the chat box, the first thing that caught his eye was an incredibly long “mini-essay” that required four swipes of the virtual screen to reach the end.

Bai Qing: “…”

He vaguely remembered going to see Xiang Zhuo two days ago. Xiang Zhuo had been sitting in his seat, looking cold and distant. Xiang Zhuo had ignored him when he spoke, so he hadn’t said anything further and left immediately.

And now Xiang Zhuo was sending him a mini-essay to apologize?

Bai Qing quickly scrolled up, skimming through the 99+ messages. It seemed his failure to reply for so many days made Xiang Zhuo think he was angry with him.

The person ignores him face-to-face, then cries and whimpers online—is this person not suffering from a personality disorder?

Bai Qing took a deep breath and sent a reply to Xiang Zhuo: “See you tonight at seven, underground arena.”

He needed to check the results of his ten days of hellish training.

The dignified Imperial Humanoid Weapon had been reduced to a poor, hardworking sparring partner.

On the other end.

Xiang Zhuo, who was listlessly lying on his bed, immediately jumped up in surprise when he saw the message on his communication terminal.

With a loud “BUMP,” Xiang Zhuo’s head hit the corner of the table…

Xiang Zhuo ignored the pain and quickly pulled up the chat box, afraid that if he were a second too slow, the chat box would disappear, and he’d lose his chance completely.

It was now less than thirty minutes until seven in the evening, and it would take at least fifteen minutes to get from his location to the underground arena…

Xiang Zhuo scrambled out of bed, hastily pulled on a T-shirt, not having time to think about anything else, and rushed towards the underground arena at his fastest speed.

It was five minutes before seven. Bai Qing had just stopped at the entrance of the underground arena when he saw a tall, breathless figure run over from across the way.

The moment Xiang Zhuo saw Bai Yu’s figure, he smiled: “What time is it now? I’m not late, am I?”

Bai Qing gently shook his head: “No. I apologize for calling you over so suddenly.”

Bai Qing had also come in a hurry today. He was only wearing his human-skin mask, not the half-face mask. On his slightly ordinary face, there was genuinely a hint of apology: “I haven’t replied to your messages these past few days because I’ve been busy with other things and didn’t have time to open my communication terminal.”

When Xiang Zhuo saw Bai Yu’s face, he paused subconsciously. Why did he feel like he had seen this face somewhere before?

It was very familiar, but he couldn’t recall where. Perhaps a classmate at the military academy.

Xiang Zhuo chuckled: “It’s good that you don’t find me annoying.”

Bai Qing shook his head, indicating it was fine. He pointed toward the rental counter not far away, tilting his head: “One match?”

Xiang Zhuo had no thought of retreating: “Let’s go.”

Just thinking about battling Bai Yu made Xiang Zhuo’s blood boil.

He loved that addictive feeling of soul collision and friction, the sheer exhilaration of it.

This feeling, only Bai Yu could give him.

After renting the mechas and combat suits, as soon as they were on the battlefield, Bai Qing blasted Xiang Zhuo with a cannon shot with lightning speed.

It completely stunned Xiang Zhuo.

It was too fast—so fast that he couldn’t react at all.

They hadn’t seen each other for just over a week, so how could Bai Yu’s improvement be so massive?

Xiang Zhuo could barely discern that it was Bai Yu’s quick offense style, but Bai Yu’s movements were too fast, and he was completely in control of the match’s initiative. Furthermore, with Bai Yu’s unpredictable patterns and fighting style, Xiang Zhuo was powerless to fend him off.

In this battle, Xiang Zhuo was utterly defeated.

Inside the mecha’s cockpit, Xiang Zhuo looked at Bai Yu’s mecha through the panoramic light screen, his eyes filled with crazy obsession and infatuation.

This loss did not make Xiang Zhuo back down.

Instead, it made him feel that this Beta was the one he had settled on.

Xiang Zhuo asked Bai Qing from a distance: “Did you come up with this fighting style yourself?”

Bai Yu jumped out of the cockpit and turned his head: “Yes.”

Xiang Zhuo: “I really want to fight a proper match with you on the competition grounds.”

Bai Qing: “Then see you the day after tomorrow.”

Xiang Zhuo was pleasantly surprised: “You signed up for the Mecha Battle Competition?”

Bai Qing frowned. Of course, he would sign up for the competition. Had Xiang Zhuo gone crazy? How could he ask such a stupid question?

But suddenly, the frown on Bai Qing’s brow relaxed.

So that’s it…

Bai Qing chose not to ask or say much, simply answering him with three light words: “Of course.”

Bai Qing didn’t know how much spiritual encouragement those simple three words gave Xiang Zhuo.

In an instant, Xiang Zhuo felt that the tedious Mecha Battle Competition had become somewhat interesting.

…

Since learning that Bai Yu had also signed up for the Mecha Battle Competition, Xiang Zhuo had become extremely eager for the competition to arrive. His lips were curved up in a smile every day, a curvature that even Jing Yu found a little unsettling.

“Tomorrow is the registration ceremony for the Mecha Battle Competition, and the first round of elimination matches is in the afternoon. What’s the plan for tonight?” Jing Yu could no longer stand Xiang Zhuo’s silly grin. He ruthlessly smacked the back of Xiang Zhuo’s head, snapping the Crown Prince, who was lost in the fantasy of winning the first place alongside Bai Yu, holding the golden trophy, and accepting everyone’s praise, back to reality.

Xiang Zhuo glared at him in dissatisfaction: “Tomorrow is only the first match, just a preliminary round. Training as usual tonight.”

Xiang Zhuo’s schedule was very precise: training until eleven every night and waking up at seven the next morning.

Jing Yu: “You’re not going to the registration ceremony tomorrow?”

The Mecha Battle Competition registration ceremony officially starts at 7:30 AM. No entry is allowed after 7:30 AM. However, as long as the competition registration is completed on the StarNet system before the deadline, not attending the ceremony will not affect one’s qualification.

Xiang Zhuo was about to say that such a boring ceremony was useless to attend.

But then he thought, since Bai Yu signed up for the Mecha Battle Competition, and a meticulous person like Bai Yu would definitely attend such a registration ceremony.

The words that were on the tip of Xiang Zhuo’s tongue took eight turns and came out as: “Forget it. I’ll skip one set of close-combat training tonight. The competition is tomorrow, so it’s better to conserve energy. It’ll also be a chance to see how the registration ceremony works.”

Jing Yu: “…” Who was it just now who said the first match tomorrow was just a preliminary round?

Why the sudden need to conserve energy for tomorrow?

…

Bai Qing seriously read the schedule announcement released by the Competition Committee.

The actual number of registrants on the StarNet system this time was 6,744. The number of valid participants who completed the competition sign-in was 3,882. The entire competition spans fourteen days. The first eight days are elimination rounds conducted via simulation trainers until one hundred people are screened out, followed by the next competition format.

The real Mecha Battle Competition begins on the ninth day.

These one hundred people are already considered the elite of the younger generation of the Eternal Empire. Every match from then on will be challenging. Based on past data and experience, the level of attention from all sides will skyrocket from this day forward.

On the ninth day, it will no longer be a simple elimination round but will also involve accumulating points. The rules for earning points will be designed by the intelligent system based on the performance of each of the first eight days, followed by a summation. Thus, winning a victory will have an additional point threshold.

In other words, in a match between two people, if the winner’s points do not exceed the point threshold announced for that day, they will still be judged as losing.

The point threshold for the tenth day will be designed based on the total points from the first nine days, and so on.

Although the Competition Organizing Committee has not disclosed the rules for point acquisition, the experience summarized by previous Mecha Battle Competition veterans suggests three main points:

1. The less damage caused to the venue, the higher the points.
2. The greater the fluctuation generated by the mental link with the mecha, the higher the points.
3. The less time spent defeating the opponent, the higher the points.

Bai Qing closed the interface, feeling slightly relieved.

At least he didn’t have to worry about the points aspect.

Who could possibly win faster than a quick offense?

Bai Qing brought up Ye Sheng’s chat interface:

【Cypress】: Are you going to the registration ceremony tomorrow?

【Yě Shèng (Leaf Flourish)】: No.

【Yě Shèng (Leaf Flourish)】: I didn’t even sign in for the competition. Since this young master dropped out, why would I go to a registration ceremony?

【Cypress】: I signed you in /smile

【Cypress】: Are you going to the registration ceremony tomorrow?

【Yě Shèng (Leaf Flourish)】: …

【Yě Shèng (Leaf Flourish)】: …I’m going /cry

【Cypress】: Good. I’ve scheduled training for tomorrow morning. Help me keep an eye on things. I won’t be going.

Ye Sheng: “…” So, in Bai Qing’s eyes, he was only a tool.

Ye Sheng made a firm decision in his heart: He would change his account password tomorrow! No, right now!