Their laughter subsided when they saw Ziye nearly steaming with frustration. Seeing they’d made their point, they reeled it back in. "Ziye, you're learning too hastily. The details are lacking; it's a bit rough around the edges."

Ziye pondered this, a sudden realization dawning, and she nodded in agreement.

"Learning from Platinum Tycoon is excellent," Spent said, opening the control interface and layering their movements together so Ziye could see the subtle distinctions. "Did you notice? There’s only a one percent difference between your movements and his, but that tiny margin is what allows his sequence to flow smoothly, while yours stalls."

Ziye froze, stunned.

Aix saw her blank stare, gently tapped her glass with his juice cup—producing a crisp ding—and snapped her back to attention. "Let's head to the practice arena. We'll demonstrate them for you, one by one."

The Dongdian Military University boasted its own comprehensive pilot training base. Though smaller than the one jointly established by the Four Great Families, its professionalism and specialization were second to none.

Upon entering the practice zone, Aix piloted a mech while Spent sat in the audience, coaching Ziye.

The greatest advantage of being twins was their unspoken synchronization.

Whatever move Spent called out, Aix executed it fluidly without hesitation.

Spent instructed Aix to perform a Platinum Tycoon move, followed immediately by one of Ziye's attempts, urging her to closely observe the minute disparities. Once she seemed to grasp the difference, Spent brought the control interface before her again, pinpointing the relevant section to explain the root cause of the discrepancy: "When Platinum Tycoon performs this move, the pads of his fingers are angled just 0.1 centimeters off-center. The resulting movement from his mech produces a slight deviation, which creates just enough clearance to transition seamlessly into the next action."

He looked up at Aix's demonstration and added, "These nuances are honed by years of experience. Don't be disheartened; you'll develop them with consistent practice."

With one twin demonstrating and the other explaining, in just half an hour, Ziye felt an overwhelming sense of enlightenment. Many previously baffling questions seemed to resolve themselves.

It wasn't that Aix and Spent were inherently superior to Blan or Tang Wen; rather, their teaching styles and perspectives were fundamentally different.

Blan favored the military training methodology: imparting the basic movements and leaving the refinement of technique to self-drilling. Tang Wen, being a difficult child, never willingly taught Ziye openly, forcing her to painstakingly contemplate and slowly internalize experience on her own.

Aix and Spent were different.

They didn't possess the advanced skill level of Blan and the others, but as students themselves, they intuitively understood what a student needed and what kind of pointers would be most effective, making their teaching effortless.

After the session, Spent patted Ziye's head. "Pick a mech and start drilling those nuances yourself. I’m going to practice too; there were a few of Platinum Tycoon's moves I didn't fully grasp. I need to sort them out before I can teach you effectively."

Ziye nodded. "Okay."

Spent waved and jogged toward the mech selection area. "Aix, wait up! Don't figure it out too quickly!"

Ziye selected a mech, slowly running through Spent’s guidance on the control interface, practicing movement by movement. When fatigue set in, she paused to look up, finding the twins engaged in a sparring match (PK).

They were both using Platinum Tycoon’s maneuvers.

Ziye stopped, transfixed, watching their every movement. Initially, a few moves lacked fluidity, but with repeated attempts, they smoothed out, eventually integrating into their own style, becoming unique techniques.

The twins possessed inherent capability coupled with sharp intellect. By analyzing the dynamics of Platinum Tycoon’s PK, they could deduce the operating status of Platinum Tycoon’s pilot. Moreover, they were willing to strive, mastering the essence of Platinum Tycoon’s technique and adapting it for their own use in just a few hours.

Infected by their dedication, Ziye trained with fierce intensity, terrified of falling too far behind them.

While they were training, the news of Ziye’s presence at Dongdian had already reached Du Shuangyu’s ears.

Du Shuangyu sneered coldly. "Hmph, so she went looking for Dongdian's ace pilots, did she?" He turned and instructed his butler, "Retrieve the files on Dongdian's ace pilots for me. I need to know their specialized combat styles!"

After the butler withdrew, Mei Jing couldn't help but boast confidently, "No matter how much of an ace they are, they’re still students. They must be far inferior to the instructors. This time, victory is assured for us!"

Du Shuangyu glanced at him, frowning. "If it were just those two brothers, fine. But they hail from the Angel Domain. Who knows if they’ve enlisted help from others in the Angel Domain?"

Any legion capable of surviving interstellar travel always possessed a key advantage or two. The Angel Legion's greatest internal advantage was unity; their external advantage was overwhelming combat power!

If the twins had brought in outside help to train Ziye, it would certainly spell trouble for them.

Hearing this, Mei Jing felt a surge of frustration.

The Great Interstellar Age was an era defined by nepotism, background, and legion strength. Having a powerful backer meant shaving twenty years off one’s struggle—just like Mei Jing loathed and resented with every fiber of his being, Pol... Aimanit.

If Ziye also managed to secure a stronger patron than he had, how was he supposed to live?

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Mei Jing's eyes. "Isn't there still a few days left? Should I find someone to sow discord?"

Du Shuangyu chuckled coolly. "Mei Jing, I knew you were capable of taking drastic measures. However, acting now will only make them suspicious. We should wait until the day of..."

Mei Jing understood immediately and nodded. "Yes, thank you, Young Master." Du Shuangyu patted his shoulder approvingly. "Go train. We absolutely must win this time!"

After dissecting Platinum Tycoon’s combat techniques, Aix dismounted. In the end, three moves remained unsolved. Since they hadn't witnessed the actual operation process of the Platinum Tycoon pilot, deciphering the movements purely from the mech’s output was proving difficult.

Furthermore, their operational speed was not on the same level as Platinum Tycoon's; some moves required a certain threshold of velocity to execute correctly, a speed they couldn't yet achieve, forcing them to sigh in resignation.

Aix dismounted and beckoned Ziye over for a break and to discuss the next steps. "Xiao Ye, have you ever studied boxing?"

Ziye shook her head, then suddenly remembered something and nodded vigorously. "I have, I have! Does military self-defense count?"

Aix laughed. "Of course, it counts!"

Ziye thought for a moment. "There's one more, but I don't know what it’s called."

Aix waved it off. "Show me what you’ve got."

Ziye immediately assumed a stance, kicking out and punching, crisply demonstrating a few moves.

Aix stared at her movements, dumbfounded. "You... where did you learn our Commander's secret technique?"

Ziye stuck out her tongue, making a funny face, deliberately teasing him. "I’m your Commander's exclusive disciple..."

"Impossible!" Aix immediately activated his ultra-com, blurting out, "Commander, Commander! Didn't you say you only took me and Spent as students? When did you take Ziye? This makes no sense!"