The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

The battle in the practice field ended when the black mecha collapsed to the ground, unable to move any more.

Its shell was full of scars, which were caused by Fei Ying's brutal beating.

There were few such tragic injuries in the star mecha trials. Most mechs would not directly choose to use fists in battle, and the artillery shells that would cause huge damage in battles had already undergone special treatment, so they would not cause serious injuries. s damage.

Therefore, when the effect of the battle song faded from Elton's mind, and the intense emotions gradually calmed down, he looked at the black mech under him, and was a little speechless.

He took a rough breath, stood up, and looked around.

Xiao Qishu sang hoarsely, his voice became weaker and weaker, just like the gem on the microphone that gradually dimmed.

The black mecha supported its body with its hands, trying to stand up with difficulty. The huge body made a rattling sound, and faint debris fell from the body, which looked tattered.

It stroked its head, as if to wake up its bewildered mind.

Elton didn't attack either, just watching the opponent's movements like this.

Xiao Wutong's chaotic piano sound seemed to be still hovering in the venue, but at this time Xiao Qishu's singing was not covered up.

The feeling of being forcibly stimulated by the body returned to the driver of the black mecha again.

It glanced at the people in the auxiliary area, and put on a fighting stance again.

The corner of Xiao Qishu's mouth twitched, revealing a distorted smile.

His head was in pain like a knife cut, and the pain seemed to be connected to every corner of his body. When he sang one more sentence, severe pain spread all over his body.

Xiao Qishu wanted to stop.

He has never been a persevering person, and he would think of retreating when encountering difficulties, and this time is of course no exception.

But he couldn't stop.

The voice spread from the throat to the lips, and the war song instrument glowed with brilliance, spreading his voice to the entire venue.

Xiao Qishu wanted to stop, but his song kept on singing.

Something burned inside him, urging him to keep singing until the end of the song.

Xiao Qishu looked at his teammate's crumbling figure, his heart was filled with anger and tyranny, and he gave full malice to that cowardly and incompetent teammate.

But now he can only sing.

The limbs were twitching, and the brain hurt to the point of confusion, but the singing didn't stop for a moment.

The black mecha stood up and was knocked down again. The shells splashed brilliant light particles like fireworks in the sky.

But this time, it failed to stand up again

The referee's voice echoed in the practice field, the battle was over, and the winner was already determined.

"The winner is - Team 534!"

Xiao Qishu was singing the last line of his song, he didn't care about the competition at all, and he couldn't think about the fact that he was eliminated, so he just closed his mouth and left the precious war song instrument aside.

He collapsed to the ground, as if sucked away by the singing.

The audience began to shout wildly for the winner, Xiao Qishu watched his teammates pick up the microphone in a daze, opened his mouth and said, "Take that thing away!"

The one who picked up the microphone was a teammate of the Talisman Department. He glanced at the things in his hands, and his eyes showed surprise.

Then he turned his head and asked, "Xiao Qishu, can you still sing?"

Xiao Qishu said viciously: "I don't want to bring up this topic! I don't want to see that microphone!"

"But." The talisman teammate revealed the microphone, "All the talismans on it have been damaged."

"How much effort did you use to sing the battle song?"

"Excessive compression of strength will lead to mental damage."

When the battle song singer sings the battle song, mental strength is essential.

Xiao Qishu's face changed, he forgot his pain and exhaustion for the first time, jumped up and grabbed the microphone.

In the live broadcast room on the optical network, it was already boiling.

The first half of this battle was an extremely high-level mech duel. Both sides were experienced mecha fighters, and the eyes of those who watched were dazzled.

And the second half...

"It's just a group of demons dancing wildly!"

"This is the craziest audience I've ever seen. Have you seen it? In the second half, the audience wanted to tear down the auditorium and rush up to fight!"

"It's so strange, this is not a star concert, how could it be like this?"

"It's about the battle song. This competition is not only about mechs, but also about the battle song."

"Battle song? Isn't Xiao Qishu the only singer?"

"If you don't understand, don't pretend, just listen to the war song as an ordinary song, and it's even used in the mech competition... If it is really useful, why did the military cancel the war song a few hundred years ago?"

"Xiao Qishu sang battle songs, and Xiao Wutong played the qin as well. Although I don't know why Xiao Wutong never revealed his ability before, there is no doubt that both he and Xiao Qishu's battle song attainments are quite high. Perhaps no professor in the academy can compare to him."

"If you have watched the whole process, you will find that the abnormal state of the entire practice field started when they sang the battle song."

"The upstairs is exposed. There is nothing like a professor. Do you know who the professor of the Capital Comprehensive College is?"

"Of course I do, but I do think both of them do deserve that recognition."

"Big words! Who are you to say such things!"

Yan Yu looked away from the optical computer screen, and looked up at the practice field. The staff of the organizing committee had rushed up the moment the game ended, and pulled the strong man inside the black mech out.

The two pilots were clearly equal in strength, but in the end the black mecha was beaten until it needed rescue before leaving the field, while the driver of the blue-gray mecha was not damaged at all and returned to the warehouse easily, which was far beyond his expectations.

Is this the strength of War Song?

Yan Yu said with emotion.

Because the idol is a contemporary battle song master, and his family has been handed down from generation to generation as a talisman teacher, a profession closely related to war songs, so Yanyu knows quite a lot about war songs.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that the war song singers were by no means useless waste, and believed that in this competition, the war song singers would definitely show their talents one day, but so far, all the singers he had seen had not met this requirement.

Those singers may be able to improve the mecha warrior's ability to a certain extent, but the degree of improvement is really not enough, and it has not reached the level where singing can determine the outcome.

It's not that Yan Yu has never heard Xiao Qishu's battle song. This person's aptitude is indeed very good. He is the only one among everyone who can greatly improve the strength of his comrades. It can be said that he has reached the passing line, but today, his performance is terrible. called excellent.

In the battle between singers and singers, except for themselves, I am afraid that no one can know how the battle is going.

But the performance of the mecha fighters and the audience is real.

Starting from Xiao Qishu, who was the first to utter his voice, to Xiao Wutong, who was playing an incoherent tune, the war of voices between these two people actually made all the people in the venue, including the mech pilot in the battle, go crazy .

This is not a battle of mechs, but a duel of war songs!

Yan Yu was so excited, why did he persuade the principal to relax the registration restrictions, isn't it just for this day!

For the re-emergence of Warsong!

The messy practice field has been quickly tidied up. Teammates from both sides gathered in the auxiliary area, and then took the aircraft to the referee standing in the center. After the final ceremony is completed, the next game will start here.

Yan Yu was sitting upright, and he decided to watch the two singers leave with the most solemn gesture.

Maybe there is a chance to talk more with Xiao Wutong?

When the two participating teams reached the referee and the score table appeared on the large screen suspended above, the referee began to announce the final result.

"Team 534 wins, wins 2..."

"Xiao Wutong! You ruined my battle song!" Before the referee finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Xiao Qishu ran out of his team.

He rushed towards Xiao Wutong crazily.

The media's cameras were already focused on this center, and they faithfully recorded Xiao Qishu's madness, and even his hoarse voice resounded through the referee's microphone.

"You bastard! You bastard!"

Elton had just experienced a big battle, his body was weak, Lance and Chi Le were a little far away, and by accident, Xiao Qishu actually asked Xiao Wutong to catch Xiao Wutong.

"Go to hell! Go to die!"

He grabbed the opponent's collar and scratched Xiao Wutong's face with his fingers like claws.

Surprised all around.

The sound of gasping resounded from all directions, and Xiao Wutong's eyes flashed a gleam of coldness. He was about to move, but at this moment, a silver light flashed by his side.

With a cry of pain, Xiao Qishu was beaten and flew to the side.

The silver object fell to the ground with a bang, and everyone's eyes hurriedly followed it.

It was actually a simple silver long sword.

Or rather, the scabbard.

What kind of person would carry a long sword with him, and could throw it out and hit Xiao Qishu?

Countless questions rushed into people's minds.

They could only look at the center of the practice field, watching the smashed Xiao Qishu sit up covering his shoulders, roaring furiously.

"Who! Who dares to touch me!!"

He reached out to grab the scabbard that fell by his side, but before his hand landed on it, the scabbard moved by itself.

"it's me."

A cold voice sounded, the volume was not loud, and there was no loudspeaker, but it was able to be heard clearly and clearly by all the people in the audience.

People followed the sound and saw that the marshal who was originally sitting in the auditorium jumped off the high platform while supporting the railing. He walked quickly, as if he had reached the center of the practice field in the blink of an eye.

Then the man stretched out his hand, wrapped the dazed boy in his arms, caught the flying scabbard and hung it on his waist, and then looked at Xiao Qishu on the ground.

"This is my sword."

His face was frosty, and his eyes were full of evil spirits.

"I hit you."

Xiao Qishu's teeth were chattering, he finally stabilized his mind and choked out a sentence.

"Even if you are the marshal! You can't hit people!"

Qi Chen stared at him steadfastly, and even nodded.

"Yes, I shouldn't have hit it."

The person he held on the tip of his heart would feel pain even if he touched a finger.

How can you be beaten by such a person? !

Qi Chen narrowed his eyes.

"But I'm going to hit you."

What can you do to me.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good evening mom and dad

Brother is a big villain!

Don't like brother anymore!

snort!

…………

……

But brother looks very sad

or

Like a little bit?

Well--

Only a little bit

it doesn't matter