Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

Jian Weiliang.

A second-year student of the Mech Combat Department at Imperial University, with the title of Intermediate Mech Pilot.

Under normal circumstances, assessments in the mech combat module are conducted by junior mech pilots. Experts have their own dignity; they come to the battle network for exchanges, to improve their own abilities, and disdain to bully the weak.

But Jian Weiliang was an exception.

The excuse he gave to others was that he couldn’t stand amateurs tarnishing the reputation of mech pilots, not even on the internet.

But in reality, he enjoyed bullying the weak, relishing the sight of those who couldn’t become mech pilots in real life and tried to satisfy their cravings online only to be defeated by him. He derived pleasure from their agonized, hopeless expressions.

Jian Weiliang’s online ID was "Feiying," and today, he had already eliminated nine amateur mech pilots in the entry assessments.

"Bro Feiying, you’ve got time to bully the weak again today?" A mech pilot familiar to Jian Weiliang called Feng Chen waved and greeted him.

Controlling Sea Swallow with dexterity, Jian Weiliang executed an Oolong Plays with Beads technique, standing with his sword propped up as he flipped through the applications for the entry assessment and said, "Feng Chen, how many times have I told you? I’m not bullying the weak; I’m contributing to the progress of the world. In two years, the main corps of the Shil civilization will come over.

Making these clueless fools give up their unrealistic fantasies is the only way to better focus their energy into their primary jobs....

Damn, ’Kill One Every Ten Steps’, what a bold name. Today, Brother will give you a lesson and suppress your arrogance, to teach you that one must be humble."

Having said this,