The clicking of Damion's weapon came as a surprise to the students. His movements were smoother than any they had ever seen, and when he raised the gun to aim, a palpable pressure was felt coming from him.
Damion's arms didn't shake or waver as he raised his gun. He calmly looked at the target ahead, a green glow coming from his eyes as he aimed. It wasn't until a student spoke that he finally looked back, a certain chill coming from his eyes.
"He's bluffing," the student said, returning Damion's stare with an even fiercer one.
"Duhh," someone voiced out. "He thinks he can…"
A shot rang out, cutting the student off.
Automatically, they all turned to look at the result of the shot, their minds already cooking up insults to hurl at him.
Alas, their eyes widened when they saw a clean hole in the target, and they turned to look at Damion, shock written all over their faces.
Damion went all out and began firing continuously, shooting the same hole over and over again. This didn't go unnoticed by Raymond, and the frown on his face twisted, becoming an intense scowl.
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[Rounds fired per second: 50]
[Bullets left: 1001]
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The system did almost everything for Damion. It used the Mech's sensors to determine the position of the target, then did the ballistic calculations, before telling him how to move the levers, what buttons to push and when to do so.
It was pretty easy at first, but when he actually began to follow the System's instructions, he found it a bit tasking.
Others saw him moving with grace and fluidity, but only he knew how hard he was trying not to make a mistake.
It took him a few minutes to run out of bullets, unlike others. His shots were consistent and relentless. He hadn't stopped for a single second even when the fans were turned on. This not only made him more tired, but made him look badass in the eyes of everyone present.
He took a step back, beginning the next task immediately. The quicker he started, the quicker he finished.
Damion took a sprinting stance, and the cool image he built practically crumbled.
No one had done such a thing and had directly started running, but he… he actually crouched with the Mech —however he had done that even— and he took off with a bang, sending the students into a frenzied state.
This, once again, was a first for the students. They had never tried to crouch low and lean forward, putting much of their weight in front to make themselves reach their highest speed quickly. Most didn't try it for fear of falling over and destroying their Mech, while the rest weren't smart enough to think of that. But they had just watched Damion move with a bang.
They watched Damion reach the other side of the hall in no time, pick up two crates, and then run back. His speed, though, was no less impressive as Gordon's. Some even believed he was faster, but they kept that absurd idea to themselves. They couldn't say it now that everyone was charged because they risked getting lynched.
Damion picked just two crates at a time, not that he couldn't pick more, but he was just being as careful as possible.
If what he was thinking was true, then every single student had failed the second test. They were told to not damage the contents of the crates and the crates themselves, but did they know its contents?
They had all carried it with care, but not enough care. They choose speed over efficiency.
Raymond's brows wrinkled, his aura shifting. Damion was doing what he considered, 'impossible'.
First, the insane control he had over the Mech. He had attended the class only once and had not even used a Mech, there was nowhere else one could learn about Mechs except his class, so where had Damion learned to pilot one so well?
Another thing was Damion's gingerness. The way he carried the crate made it look like he knew what was within.
"No, he might just be tired and going slowly," Raymond concluded, not willing to believe Damion knew the content of the crates.
What he didn't know was that Damion actually knew what it contained.
"Glass?… nice ploy," Damion said as he looked at the crates through the windshield of the Mech, a green glowing ring winding around his pupils.
This was one of Matilda's skills, a product of their Bond. He had access to her Skills and parts of her physical strength, making him have more versatility than anyone.
He could have used her skills during his fight with the Green Rose Poison Heart, but due to the level of their bond being low, it took a great deal of concentration and a very long time to use a skill.
It had taken Damion a whole 2 minutes to activate the skill, Drake's Sight. And even after that, he was sure it was limited and not as strong as Matilda's.
Within the crates were glass wares, ranging from glass cups to glass windows. They weren't arranged like expected, but were scattered within the box chaotically. Excluding that, there were rocks mixed into the crate, making any sharp movement from the carrier cause the glasses to be destroyed.
Damion smirked as he deactivated Drake's Sight, blinking multiple times to clear his vision. The skill not only boosted his eyesight, it also let him see through objects.
However, his sight wasn't normal. He could only see things in wireframe, and if he couldn't make out what the thing he was seeing was, it became a pain in the ass.
He wondered how Matilda worked with this vision skill. Could she fight with it activated, or she just used it at certain times?
"I should focus and forget about Matilda for now," Damion whispered.
He placed down the crates gently, then dashed away to pick up some more.
When he went to pick the crates, he was crazily fast, but when he was returning with them, he moved slowly and steadily, taking his time under the distorted expressions of the students.
The faceslapping that had received peeved them deeply, and they began to pray they would be his opponent in the next and final task… combat.