"Is that so? William Carter, you need to understand that mastering everything doesn't mean you can use it skillfully. If you don't thoroughly grasp the basic postures, it won't do you any good for your future progress."

"Ah... yes, Doctor. But, to what extent do I need to master them?"

"Hmph, how about this, I'll do it once, watch carefully." As soon as Harris finished speaking, the mech he was piloting suddenly started to move.

Chapter 13: Talent (Part 2)

Walk, run, jump, sidestep, roll, S-shaped acceleration and deceleration...

Although the models of the mechs were different, the basic postures were the same for every mech.

One minute and twenty-one seconds.

When Harris stood upright again, the time stopped at one minute and twenty-one seconds.

"You see, every movement must be done at will, combined however you want. Generally speaking, when you can perform all the basic postures in one go within five minutes, then you can try practicing level-one difficulty combination moves."

"Yes, thank you, Doctor," William Carter said humbly.

Harris nodded, ignored him, and turned to Michael Bolton: "How about it? Want to give it a try?"

"Alright."

Michael Bolton didn't refuse, stepped forward, and also demonstrated a set of basic postures, but the sequence was different from Harris's.

"One minute and thirty-two seconds, hehe, old buddy, I'm eleven seconds faster than you." Harris laughed, clearly very pleased to have beaten Michael Bolton.

"My mech is heavier than yours. If you can pilot the training mech and get one minute and twenty-one seconds, I'll take you as my teacher," Michael Bolton said coldly.

"Oh, this..." Harris changed the subject, saying, "Schneider, your turn. Haven't seen you in a few days, you haven't been slacking off, have you?"

Schneider responded, piloted the ten-meter-tall training mech, and performed a set of basic postures. William Carter was surprised to notice that his sequence was different from the previous two.

"Two minutes and twenty-eight seconds, not bad, not bad." Harris clapped his hands vigorously, saying, "Being able to keep it under two minutes and thirty seconds is very good, you haven't been slacking off."

"Yes, Doctor."

Michael Bolton suddenly turned and said to William Carter, "How about it? Want to try..."

"Oh? Me?"

"Just try it if you're told to!" Harris said, "You've only been practicing for half a year. If you can finish within ten minutes, you'll pass."

"Ahem..." Michael Bolton coughed subconsciously.

"Hmph..." Schneider hummed unconsciously.

"You two... what's wrong?"

"Nothing, my throat's itchy!"

"Doctor, my skin's itchy!"

Harris looked at the two of them in confusion and muttered, "So strange."

"Alright, William Carter, you can start now."

William Carter hesitated for a moment and asked, "Doctor, the moves you just did, it seems... the sequence was different!"

"Sequence?" Harris almost thought he misheard, and said angrily, "Idiot, you don't even understand this?"

The tall training mech lowered its head in shame.

"You don't even know this, and you want to practice level-one combination moves?" Harris's voice was tinged with indignation: "You really don't know your limits. Listen, I don't care about the sequence, just perform a set of basic postures. If your time is over ten minutes, you are not allowed to learn any combination techniques for the next six months."

Under Harris's usual tyranny, all William Carter could do was nod.

Harris stepped back a few paces, cleared the space, turned on the video, and selected conference mode. Schneider and Michael Bolton's avatars appeared on the screen at the same time: "Schneider, where did you find this idiot? He doesn't even know that the basic postures can be combined in any order? Bolton, you insisted on bringing me here—was it just to show me this kind of fool?"

"......"

"......"

Harris didn't hear any response from Schneider or Michael Bolton, but instead saw an extremely strange expression appear on both their faces at the same time.

"You two, what's wrong?"

At that moment, Harris unexpectedly felt that he might have made a mistake.

"Tap... tap..."

The ten-meter-tall giant walked to the center of the training room, turned, and hesitantly asked, "Doctor, can I start now?"

"Nonsense, start... Oh, my god..."

Harris had just said the word "start" when he saw the mech before him turn into a blur.

Walk, run, jump, sidestep, roll, S-shaped acceleration and deceleration...

Steadily came to a stop.

These were exactly the moves Harris had just performed, identical in every way, except for the time.

"One minute and twenty seconds," Michael Bolton murmured, "A genius, truly a genius."

Jump, S-shaped acceleration and deceleration, spin, kick...

Another set of basic postures was perfectly performed by the tall training mech, this time in Michael Bolton's sequence.

"One minute and twenty seconds," Schneider said softly, "Still one minute and twenty seconds."

Sprint, sudden stop, punch, turn...