Sky-cracking Rider

Smelling the aroma of the wine as the cork was twisted open, "Mad Devil" Sun Ruzheng swallowed involuntarily; it's not that he couldn't drink, but rather he didn't dare to.

"Uh! You have to participate in the battle tomorrow; alcohol will impair your neural responses."

In order to extend their flying longevity, pilots avoid smoking, drinking, drugs, and anything that is detrimental to health in their daily lives.

The other Sky Knights giving Chen Fei a briefing to back him up against Sun Ruzheng looked rather troubled.

"A small drink, never excessive; it can help you relax and relieve stress, improve circulation and invigorate blood flow!"

Chen Fei scoffed at the notion of harming health; moderation is key in all things. Even too much rice can be deadly.

Look at Chekhov Big Bear from the 911 Aircrew Base, pulling liquor from his pants without affecting his combat effectiveness at all!

"Really?"

Under the temptation of good wine, these combat pilots were like innocent children, unconsciously picking up their glasses.

"Of course! A small drink, push the lever and fly; down two taels and barrel roll seven hundred twenty degrees. Not drinking? What kind of aviation person are you? If the country needs your drinking capacity and half a cup puts you down, can you justify the country's cultivation?"

Chekhov Big Bear's poisonous legacy is limitless. Chen Xiao'er spoke without guilt.

"Well, then...let's have a taste first!"

The fragrant wine was poured, filling each cup to the brim.

Before reaching out, they carefully looked around to confirm they were in Chen Fei's bridge without any outsiders, then boldly picked up the small two-tael cup.

(S-Class Space Ability User Heseman Brown: Am I invisible?)

So the S-Class Ability User grabbed a cup too, took a small sip, his expression both astonished and regretful.

The relatively unknown Cangqiong Star brand wine surprisingly tasted great, not a bit inferior to Blue Star's famous wines costing over ten thousand Star Yuan a bottle.

The aroma fears a deep alley!

Truly astonishing that the "Rookie" managed to find such wine from some nook and cranny.

"Ha!~"

Sun Ruzheng exhaled blissfully, holding up his half-empty glass, nodding with satisfaction.

"Good wine!"

Such a delightful experience!

"Good wine!"

"This wine isn't bad!"

"Even though I haven't tried this brand before, it is indeed nice! Good wine!"

Blue Star's First Sovereign combat pilots, like thieves, cautiously and prudently gave their honest assessments.

Cangqiong Star's small brand wine received unanimous praise.

"Come, come, refill! Refill!"

Chen Fei picked up the bottle again.

Like Boss Hana, he didn't enjoy drinking alone in silence; the more people, the higher the joy.

Life's pleasures should be fully indulged; don't let golden goblets sit empty in front of the moon. Life's a journey, every sip counts; don't wait until you're old, with health issues, and unable to drink, staring at an empty bottle with tearful eyes. In the past, three pounds of liquor might return, but now, one cup can bring you down—that's truly a sadness.

"No rush, no rush, this is fine!"

Sun Ruzheng hurriedly moved his glass away, cherishing the remaining half like a treasure.

One must have restraint; active service pilots shouldn't drink, and overindulgence is a sin. A two-tael full cup is more than enough.

If the leadership finds out about their secret drinking gatherings, writing check-ups could make one cry to death. Whether it's refreshing or fragrant, just rotate the roller for fun; drink and you'll sweat all the more; going back and forth five hundred times will still return it all, not to mention covering the cost with bile water.

Others were also like Sun Ruzheng, satisfied with the taste of alcohol, not daring to go too far.

Moreover, they supervised each other to prevent anyone from getting recklessly intoxicated. If you're not afraid of being hammered, go ahead and indulge! The organization will dutifully take up the educational responsibilities.

...

Good wine, though fragrant, eventually ends, no matter how much you savor it; especially with appetizers, the two-tael cups soon got emptied.

"Satisfied! Let's start the briefing!"

Reluctantly setting down the empty glass, Sun Ruzheng contently patted Chen Fei's shoulder. A couple of drinks could resolve personal grievances; he wasn't bad at heart.

With just two taels, this rift is forgotten; the person isn't bad at heart.

The combat pilots of The First Sovereign took out a pile of information, and the old schemers have started their tricks again.

The performance of Crystal Jet and Combat Spaceship is fixed, hard to change, unless it's Chen Fei's Psi Skill; otherwise, it won't change overnight.

But the operator is dynamic, with a mind that's ever-changing, hard for others to grasp. Thus, the tactics formulated for the fifth round of the simulated battle were actually calculating human nature.

The fourth round of the "rank battle" only took a relatively short time, from start to finish not exceeding an hour, but the flight simulator greatly consumes physical strength, and the combat pilots lifted out need time to recover, unable to fight continuously.

The further the "rank battle" progresses, the larger the burden becomes, so only one match can be fought per day, rushing the schedule might end in fatalities.

With a slight buzz from the alcohol, yet not intoxicated, truly far from deserving a grand drunken bout.

After resting for a night, the next morning, Chen Fei came to the hangar for the "rank battle" full of confidence.

The number of gawking spectators outside had increased. If not for a special passage opened, he and the other competing pilots probably couldn't squeeze in.

Glancing at the crowd, oh my, what the—three girls wearing nothing on the upper body, just painted with the Star-Spangled Banner, and below wearing tight panties that seemed they wore nothing at all, blatantly posing as cheerleaders, really thinking others can't see, fifty stars of The Federation, each takes two stars, that's worthy of pride! Truly eye-searing! Let's go, let's go!

Sighing at the decadence of the times, Chen Fei shook his head and stepped into the "battlefield."

Women only affect the speed of his actions! (Except for Teacher Shen)

The fifth round of the "rank battle" had 111 participants, after the referee's group rotation, deciding one lucky person to be exempt from competing, exemption granted only once, to prevent repeated exemptions, God's protected passage.

After all, reaching the fifth round, the top hundred rankings are about to be revealed, the strength gap between participants isn't too exaggerated, like Tigers thrashing sheep and senseless killing, such things are almost impossible.

Chen Fei surprisingly was exempted.

He appeared in the mostly Sky Knights' list of the fifth round of the "rank battle," it's an incident in itself.

If without Combat Spaceship as a ride, probably wouldn't even make it to the second round. Ultimately, Chen Xiao'er is just a B-Class space ability user; there are many here who can crush him, reality is cruel like that.

Exemption is both a good and bad thing for Chen Fei.

The good thing is escaping a calamity, luckily entering the fifty-six top before the sixth round, securing a decent rank in the true top hundred rankings, enough to brag for a lifetime, otherwise, would stop outside the hundred, gaining no rank.

The bad thing is the paper tiger is ultimately not a real tiger, after several simulated battles, once others fully grasp the underlying reality and information asymmetry advantage is used up, when real hard strength is required, almost impossible to enter the seventh round's top twenty-eight.

But for Chen Fei, reaching this step is already like a stroke of incredible luck.

The combat pilots of The First Sovereign expressed congratulations to Chen Fei upon hearing of his lucky exemption; it's an unexpected result for everyone.

"Not bad luck!"

"Actually entered the top hundred, not bad!"

"Not a Sky Knight, yet like a Sky Knight, might get recruited back!"

"Hurry and formulate more new tactics, those who make it to the sixth round are tough cookies, even if you lose, lose with some dignity."

"Don't worry too much though, don't get instantly killed at the start, after all, it's a Combat Spaceship, can at least hold on for a while."

Because normally, in the fourth round, Chen Fei should have been stopped by the "Mad Devil" Sun Ruzheng.

But fate toys with people, not just with Chen Fei, others are toyed with too.

The seasoned Sun Ruzheng couldn't have imagined being capsized by an amateur, his meticulously designed true stealth scheme wasted, initially thought a sure win, but...

The combat pilots tutoring Chen Fei were relaxed, no pressure, optimistic about the next simulated battle, losing is winning, winning is winning big.

A mere commoner reaching here was already beyond expectations, exemption was pure gain.

The tactic plan from last night needed improvement, strengthening defense, don't lose too embarrassingly, as for winning? Impossible unless summoning Chen Fei's fully equipped Airship Battle Group into the simulated battlefield, winning is impossible, losing is just a matter of time.

As long as not actively attacking, defensive stays strong, how can he not last ten or eight minutes? Every extra minute from a strategic standpoint is a proud achievement.

No one expected Chen Fei to win!

Though luckily exempted into the sixth round, Chen Fei still did not miss observing every battle of the fifth round, the top pilots versus Sky Knights, and peak duels between Sky Knights, all not holding back anything, bringing out their full mastery, victories were hard, losses were no shame, many scenes of aerial combat skill eruptions were quite remarkable.

The fifth round almost had ten percent of combat pilots being carried out, regardless if winners or losers.

Once entering the simulated battlefield, the immense pressure probably only those personally facing it could know.

"Hey! 'Rookie' sir, still betting on yourself to win today?"

No one was exempt in the sixth round, luck was left aside, just as Chen Fei arrived at the hangar housing the flight simulators, someone at the betting spot outside the door shouted to him.

The day before yesterday, facing "Mad Devil" Sun Ruzheng, Chen Fei placed a bet on himself, winning millions of Star Yuan (after tax), the bookmaker hoped to recoup from him, this shout had calculated intentions.

"Uh! Bet another one million on me!"

Chen Fei thought for a moment, gladly agreed, as a token of courtesy.

Having already made a hefty profit, giving the opponent a little loss recovery isn't much, after all, Jianghu isn't just about fighting but also human interactions.