Chapter 323: 98: Playing Close Combat with This Kind of Mecha?

Chapter 323: Chapter 98: Playing Close Combat with This Kind of Mecha?

Spectators from all around involuntarily rubbed their eyes. Had they seen it wrong?

Wasn’t this the same Mecha that just had its arm chopped off in the last match? And now the opponent put that half-dead Mecha back into the arena. Were they looking for a death wish?

Apart from those in the exhibition hall, audience members online had already begun frantically posting comments to express their emotions.

“Holy shit, where’s the weapon? Can someone tell me where the disabled Mecha’s weapon went?”

“I’m dying of laughter, is the other side that poor? Don’t they have a new Mecha to send in?”

“Not necessarily, maybe they’re afraid the second one will end up scrapped as well, considering each one costs close to ten million.”

“I believe the Wind Speed Competitor’s cost is high, but if you tell me this Mecha’s cost is half that, I’ll wake up laughing.”

“Why did it suddenly turn uglier, it looks even worse without the weapons… wait, where ARE its weapons!?”

“I disagree, I think it looks very simple. I don’t like those flashy Mechas.”

“You must be new here, right? The Wind Speed Competitor isn’t flashy at all. Its strength is much greater than its appearance; the piece of junk opposite it is the one that lost an arm last round.”

…

Yu Wenhai in the stands looked at Wang Nuonuo, “Miss Nuonuo, do you know this friend?”

Wang Nuonuo nodded emphatically.

Chuchu, seated beside them, couldn’t help but ask upon seeing Yu Wenhai’s bewildered face, “How could Mu Fan be piloting a Mecha?”

How indeed could he be piloting a Mecha, and not just any Mecha, but this Extreme Special Soldier prototype! To this date, no more than five people had ever piloted one.

Then everyone saw Wang Nuonuo’s small face contort in conflict for a long time before she finally seemed to make up her mind to declare, “Mu Fan is really powerful in PO Battle Net.”

Dead silence surrounded them.

After about three seconds of this quiet, veins started throbbing on Yu Wenhai’s face, “Miss, you mean he… plays Battle Net?”

Wang Nuonuo, pouting, glanced at everyone and, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, emphasized again, “He has never lost.”

Chuchu felt a sharp pang of sympathy.

Sister, you should have kept silent.

But it was too late for any words; both Mechas had already formally entered the arena. With the closing of the huge metal gate, the second match was officially announced to begin.

Valentine, the true Quasi-Ace Mechanical Master, watched the opposing Mecha with amusement.

Yes, amused. In his view, for whatever reason, they shouldn’t have continued to control this prototype to enter the arena, because he certainly wouldn’t hold back this time.

Loki Heavy Industry’s prototype destroyed?

It was likely to be the top news on Purple Jade Star for a continuous half-month.

The joint melting cut made by his own Beam Sword in the previous match was still sparking, indicating that Loki Heavy Industry hadn’t done any repairs on this prototype at all.

The Mechanical Master who had asked for his name last match actually dared to come out again?

Heh…

“Where is your weapon, junior?”

After the previous match’s conversation, Valentine was fully entitled to say this; the person clearly seemed younger and less experienced than himself.

“The Wind Speed Competitor’s pilot speaks with the demeanor of a true expert!”

“He even reminds the opponent about their weapon, such class.”

“Sending the same Mecha out again, that’s a sign of disrespect towards the Wind Speed Competitor!”

“Blow it up!”

“Blow it up!”

The torrent of comments online had formed. They were looking forward to seeing the already crippled Mecha get thoroughly thrashed.

But at this moment, nobody knew that inside the Extreme Special Soldier prototype, there were two life forms that shouldn’t have been there.

Mu Fan, Intelligent Life—Black!

Data streams continuously refreshed on the Half-Circle combat screen before Mu Fan’s eyes.

The 256-key auxiliary console, equipped with a four-limb coordination device, ensured that not a single key press was needed to perform any action a human body could execute.

But…

These 256 keys were the key to executing abnormal actions utilizing mecha mechanics and special weapons!

Mu Fan’s left hand danced across the console like an elf, quickly turning into a blur of afterimages.

“Close combat optimized, discovered four total energy supply lines in both legs, two energy lines supplied independently to the right arm!”

“GFrame dual buffering device, a peculiarly simple structure, yet such extensive extension branches on it, the designer of the Extreme Special Soldier must be a madman! A fully functional mecha? What a joke, that’s too idealistic, its engine and weapons configuration are simply not up to par. No, this might actually be the origin of it as a prototype.”

Black’s voice incessantly mumbled, yet each sentence was laden with a vast amount of information about the mecha.

“Sixth generation Dual Core Gravity Engine, one engine allocated to each side of the waist, currently operating in a single dual-core activated state. When both engines are fully powered up, it will double the physical burden on the Mechanical Master, but your body, Mu Fan, should have no problem.”

Mu Fan, who was getting accustomed to the control mode, had a spark of interest flash in his eyes, “Interesting.”

“And there’s… I seem to have discovered some remarkable things from this mecha’s designer.”

Mu Fan casually asked, “What things?”

Black slowly read out a section of the report:

“Extreme Special Soldier, derived from the phonetic translation of an ancient Man language, its true meaning is… ‘Undead’!”

“The palm has a special stamping device, with an upper limit of 8000 tons, and the material in the fist is different from other parts, made of Acabert A1 alloy. The significance of this, I can’t find out for the moment—must be an internal code of Loki Heavy Industry, but the material performance definitely entails exclusive enhancement.”

“Each leg is equipped with its own power overclocking component, joint reinforcement armor, and sixteen metallic muscles? This is interesting, Loki Heavy Industry has really put everything into this,”

Mu Fan directly interrupted Black’s monologue, “What does all this imply?”

“It’s simple, the legs are notably reinforced, and with the enhancement of metallic muscles, the energy output will exceed your imagination. If you’re not familiar with metallic muscles, you can look at that wandering Shura mecha. The limbs on that mecha likely contain an astronomical number of nanomuscle clusters. While metallic muscles are a notch below nanomuscles, the concept is the same.”

Mu Fan’s fingers lifted from the last key, “Understood, tuning is done.”

And at this moment, Valentine’s voice just happened to chime in.

“Where is your weapon, junior?”

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, not saying a word, but the right arm under the hand coordination device slowly lifted.

The Extreme Special Soldier finally conducted its first motion after entering, with the remaining right arm slowly raising to the side, then extending straight out, the fist wrapped in Black Armor clenched tightly.

What was this mecha doing?

Nobody noticed the inconsequential hilt of a sword in that fist.

At that moment, a deep blue-colored Plasma Beam soundlessly popped out.

In the hand of that bare black mecha, a Plasma Light Blade had astonishingly materialized!

That was when Valentine and everyone paying attention to this scene realized that the opponent’s weapon for this round was actually a laser sword.

The exhibition hall and the online forums erupted in uproar after a brief silence, a fervent debate bursting forth.

The black mecha, having lost an arm in its second sortie, had surprisingly produced a laser sword!

What was it intending to do!

The Mechanical Master of the Extreme Special Soldier wanted to wield a sword in front of the Quasi-Ace Mechanical Master controlling the Wind Speed Competitor?

What kind of interstellar joke was this, hoping to engage in close combat with such a big and clumsy thing?

Valentine sneered coldly, if it was seeking death, then death shall be swift.

With a swing of his right arm, a radiant beam surged forth, dazzling compared to the opponent’s pale blue beam, his Beam Sword’s energy surge could certainly be called blinding.

The Wind Speed Competitor, its engine flames at the back flared up, stepped out in stride.

The Extreme Special Soldier, half-crouched, held a sword horizontally in front of the chest.