Although it was a boarding action, since it was an exercise, the contact method was relatively gentle.
When the Red Tiger was about to truly smash into the Blue Faction ship's side, the director's office remotely took over both ships, making them stick together, as if they were doing a slow dance.
Annie was subtly a little unfulfilled and loudly said in the channel, "I might have been able to cut her in half with one hit."
"Yes!" Yu Lian thought, "So, ramming tactics during space battles really do have some viability."
He walked towards the connecting hatch between the two ships.
"Hong Fang (Red Team) collision successful! Blue Faction B7 broadside severely damaged! Blue Faction shields completely destroyed!" The exercise director's office's judgment echoed in Yu Lian's ear.
This could be considered the director's office making up for it.
Unbeknownst to them, aside from a few pilots, maintenance, and communication personnel, all the crew members had followed.
They all knew that this battle had reached its final decisive stage.
By the time Yu Lian arrived at the second deck, there were already over a hundred people standing behind him.
Everyone was fully armed with live ammunition, exuding a murderous aura.
Although not everyone was armored, at least everyone was in high spirits.
Yu Lian was wearing a fancy power armor adorned with peonies, and behind him, the Yu family's banner fluttered, giving him the air of a general who had survived a hundred battles.
However, looking at his companions, who seemed as if their nostrils were spewing fire, he still felt like he was leading people to a gang fight, not a war.
"Not this!" Yu Lian did not take the three-meter-long saber someone handed him.
Instead, he fiddled with two Z17 rifles, switching them to shotgun mode.
Mota, who had carried the saber for Yu Lian, showed a look of disappointment, thinking, "The captain hasn't even called my name yet."
Just as he was about to burst into tears, Liu Li, passing by, whispered, "Carry it and follow him!"
Zhi Xia also nodded, "Even Guan Erye didn't carry his Green Dragon Crescent Blade all the time; he needed a Zhou Cang to carry the blade!"
Mota, the ship's heaviest and super-fat crew member, beamed with joy, happily carrying the large saber and following closely behind Yu Lian.
"Assault team! Begin assault!" Kou Shan's voice came through Yu Lian's earpiece.
Through the holographic screen, he saw the connector between the two ships.
Forty of their assault team members, all wearing power skeletons, rushed towards the Red Team at the other end of the passage!
Red and blue lights flashed there, making it seem quite intense.
Kou Shan and his companions were indeed very methodical; they didn't rush in mindlessly but tried to suppress the opposing Blue Faction with firepower.
However, after a fierce exchange of fire, there wasn't much progress.
Several classmates using heavy firepower were even singled out and hit by a remarkably accurate shooter on the other side.
That sharpshooter was among them, Yu Lian thought, and then quickened his pace.
The battle had fallen into a stalemate, and at such a time, someone indeed needed to lead the charge.
Then, they saw Gongsun Qing, the only one wearing a flashy, brightly painted power skeleton, stepping into the ship's interior.
She wielded the Han Hai Sword in her hand, and all energy bullets were easily deflected.
She leaped into the crowd, her sword aura sweeping across, instantly hitting the vital points of seven or eight people.
They didn't wait to hear the exercise's "eliminated" message; instead, the invisible spiritual energy that extended from her made them unable to even stand, and two even fainted on the spot.
The Hong Fang (Red Team) assault team members were momentarily flustered.
Although they already knew Gongsun Qing was a master, they hadn't expected her to be this powerful.
Simon Vayali watched in shock, quickly retreated a few steps, and raised his rifle again.
Under the operation of transcendent energy, his eyes behind the mask began to focus, even creating a double-pupil effect.
He silently raised his personal sniper cannon, adjusted the firing mode, and then retreated little by little.
The aiming device and his spiritual energy perception, extended by using Eagle Eye, began to silently merge, starting to capture the figure that moved like a butterfly among the crowd.
Wa Yali was now no more than twenty meters from the opponent, with at least thirty or more comrades intercepting between them.
However, he knew that life or death would be decided in this instant.
He didn't think that as a Star Hunter, he would necessarily die just because the opponent, a swordsman, had closed the distance.
So far, his most thrilling yet most commendable achievement, one worthy of praise for the next century, was taking down a Lumina spiritual energy user under extremely complex terrain conditions.
The opponent was likely a Heavy Infantry, with strength enough to split mountains, speed that could trigger gales, and a physique like steel bones.
However, the bullet Wa Yali fired pierced the opponent's eye, drilled into his brain, and completely twisted it into a mass of minced meat.
The place where that Lumina spiritual energy user fell was less than five meters away from him.
In terms of practical experience in confronting spiritual energy users, Wa Yali was probably the second most experienced among everyone on both the Red Team and Blue Faction.
Furthermore, he was inherently a Star Hunter with extraordinary perceptive abilities.
He could confirm that Gongsun Qing's raw power should be far stronger than the Lumina spiritual energy user he encountered back then.
However, this was not a reason why he would necessarily lose to the opponent.
He held his breath, allowing the enemy's aura perceived by his spiritual energy and the existence captured by the aiming instrument to overlap.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a tingling numbness in his right arm, from wrist to palm to fingers, completely losing sensation, and he couldn't even pull the small trigger.
Such a brief numbness was fatal in this kind of battle.
Wa Yali knew he was done for.
Sure enough, half a second later, before his hand even had time to regain sensation, he was slapped across the face by Gongsun Qing's sword.
If he hadn't been wearing a helmet, and if Gongsun Qing hadn't indeed held back, Wa Yali would surely have been disfigured.
Even so, he was still struck so hard that he saw stars, stumbled back a few steps, and then heard the exercise department's message: "You have been decapitated."
"Can't they say 'killed'?!" Simon Vayali cursed loudly, "I'm a sniper; being killed is acceptable, but being decapitated... I can't accept that!"
He put down his rifle, found a random corner, sat down, and prepared to sleep.
His consumption was also very high; he was responsible for operating the cannons earlier, and now he had to come and fight on land.
Even a spiritual energy user couldn't endure this situation!
"Captain, Wien Captain, I, a dignified technical spiritual energy user, have come to take the front line; I've done everything I can!
It's not that I, your brother, didn't try hard enough; it's just that the opponent's master is too strong!"
The master who was truly too strong, Gongsun Qing, showed no complacency after "decapitating" a spiritual energy user.
She took a few steps forward and was already fighting another master, Meng Jiao.
Both were master swordsmen and spiritual energy users inclined towards combat, but one was a 'Shura' and the other a 'Guardian.'
Logically, the latter's physique and absolute strength should be superior to the former's.
However, as soon as they clashed, Meng Jiao felt his hand go soft, and he almost couldn't hold his sword.
He knew that even in terms of absolute strength, he was no match for this delicate young lady opposite him.
She is at least one Ring higher than me!
So, she's really a Three Rings in her twenties?
What astonishing talent!
Meng Jiao gritted his teeth and unleashed the Han Hai Sword's stance, preparing to charge forward fearlessly.
He indeed didn't have much practical experience fighting against high-level spiritual energy users, but after cultivating for over a decade, he had also fought against many fierce beasts, even Phantom Beasts.
He was confident in his bravery, fearlessness, and spirit.
Killing across ranks, though rare in the spiritual energy user stage, was not unheard of.
And those high-ranked individuals who failed often lost due to their momentum.
Meng Jiao raised his two-meter-long greatsword and slashed down, like surging waves.
However, before those surging waves could reach Gongsun Qing, he had to withdraw his sword stance.
The power that should have drowned the enemy, like towering tsunamis, almost all rebounded onto himself, making him nearly spit out a mouthful of old blood.
This was unavoidable; if Meng Jiao didn't parry, Gongsun Qing's sword would have already reached his throat.
He now knew that the opponent's Ring was higher than his, her absolute strength was greater than his, and even her swordsmanship was superior to his.
At least in the circle of martial arts families, Meng Jiao, who was always the 'other family's child,' was on the verge of tears.
Meng Jiao sighed, very frustrated, but also helpless.
After all, among the spiritual energy martial arts classics collected in the Virtual Spirit Temple's Ogang Tower, Gongsun Family's seven sets of sword dances were all in the top three floors, while their Meng family's Tidal Sword barely squeezed into the fifth floor.
Being placed on the fifth floor, of course, counted as a very high-end martial art, but that also depended on who you were comparing it to.
The sword arts of the Five Great Sword Sects were also divine swords that ordinary martial artists could only dream of, but how did they compare to the Nine Swords of Dugu?
For some reason, at this moment, Meng Jiao truly felt a sense of sorrow, powerlessness, and despair, which finally transformed into a desire to shout loudly.
"The Dance of the Spirit Sword... Is there such a big gap between an ordinary martial artist like me and the young miss of the Gongsun Family family?"
Perhaps at this moment, if someone had reminded him, Meng Jiao would have begun to understand the concept of class, right?
But at this time, someone who he had suppressed for many years in the academy, someone more qualified to talk about class, had already shouted before him.
Kou Shan, the (deputy) assault team leader of the Red Tiger, took down an opponent with a single shot, then raised his great saber and roared, "Brothers! The young miss has gone in! Can we let her fight alone?"
"No!" "Absolutely not!" "Definitely not!" The warriors replied in not-so-uniform voices.
"Can we let her take all the kills by herself?"
"No! No! No!" Perhaps this was the true sentiment.
Everyone was radiating overwhelming aura and dominance, their roars almost lifting the ship's deck.
The Hong Fang (Red Team) assault team members launched a desperate charge as if they had been injected with chicken blood, pushing the opponent back relentlessly.
The Blue Faction ship was about to fall.
Meng Jiao reluctantly fought a few more rounds with Gongsun Qing, once again confirming that he was truly no match for her.
He even felt that the only reason he was still alive was because she had held back.
The young miss of the Gongsun Family family, perhaps because she came from a prominent family, was kind-hearted... or perhaps she was simply thrilled by the hunt and intended to toy with him for a while longer.
Whichever it was, it was a great humiliation!
Meng Jiao gritted his teeth, about to fight to the death with the opponent, when Autumn Mountain Yawata's voice came through his earpiece: "Old Meng, according to Plan D, go through B16 hatch and retreat along route C!"
"But this was meant to deal with Yu Lian..."
"I know, but we can't worry about that much anymore!"
Meng Jiao nodded, swung his greatsword, using almost all his strength, forcing Gongsun Qing to retreat a step.
Then, he glared fiercely at her, immediately turned around decisively, and ran.