Mecha Martial Arts Saga: The Grand Serial Begins

More than twenty mechs belonging to different factions were constantly closing in on George's position in a low-intensity firefight.

Listening to the cacophony of the commentators in the Live Broadcast Room, George Augustus silently moved his fingers, awkwardly shifting them back and forth and left and right while announcing fine adjustments to three decimal places.

Although the adjustment may seem to be only a few thousandths, for a behemoth over ten meters tall, even the slightest adjustment would result in a significant error. It is said that even a difference of a few millimeters in the distance between the stairs could cause someone to fall, and for the machine itself, it is of paramount importance.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

Bypassing the complex ruins that obscured the view, more than twenty mechs had come into the direct capture range of the monitors, but George's Seventh Generation Unit stance still looked strange.

However, he still didn't run away, but instead started running in an awkward posture.

Each step of the massive machine caused the ground to tremble violently, and as it suddenly moved, the machines belonging to different factions simultaneously deployed their weapons.

Although they felt that this machine, which only had a test OS, did not pose much of a threat, they unanimously decided to deal with this unstable factor first, thinking of the unfortunate ones that had been killed before.

Their idea was undoubtedly correct, but Mr. George clearly wouldn't make such a ridiculous exit.

Although it lacked the stunning dance moves of the previous George's Shield, and even its running posture appeared somewhat ugly, the trajectory of this machine was still unpredictable. With just two melee short swords, it blocked all the projectiles.

"This doesn't make sense! That wasn't a solid bullet! Why could it be blocked by a knife? Why didn't it explode!"

Yelo stared in disbelief as the rockets were sliced apart by two short swords with the same precision as bullets cut by melee weapons in classic animation, letting out a roar of disbelief. Victor, however, seemed completely numb, saying:

"Who said it didn't explode? It exploded, didn't it? It just cut the Dipper Department. You see that kind of thing in games too."

"Cut the Dipper Department? Isn't that a game-specific feature?" Yelo was even more shocked to hear this term than when he saw the missile hadn't exploded.

Victor shrugged and said:

"Of course not! Let me put it this way, Explosives need a special ignition device to detonate, you know that, right? So as long as the Dipper Department is cut open before the rocket is activated, on the one hand, the ignition device and most of the Explosives are separated to reduce the yield, and on the other hand, the airtightness is destroyed to reduce the explosive power."

"Of course, the game has a specific cutting line, so as long as it hits, it will be a perfect parry. But in reality, the position of the ignition device of the Dipper Department of each type of ammunition is not fixed, and the activation method is also different, so it is very difficult. However, in conclusion, the more a weapon relies on the power of gunpowder to kill, the weaker it is against this move. On the contrary, those tungsten steel armor-piercing rounds can be somewhat useful, such as breaking off the blade."

"So, this machine, which can barely walk steadily, can do something with such high precision?" Yelo looked at the machine, which had blocked more than 120 rockets in a rather awkward posture, with only a patch of its body blackened by the flames. The damage seemed to be less than the scratches caused by rolling on the ground earlier.

"I suspect that if he had used the unarmored George's Shield, he might not have gotten soot-covered. If you look closely, you can see that some rockets weren't perfectly cut through; they just had lower explosive power and didn't manage to break through the armor."

Victor seemed to have entered Sage Mode, offering a sarcastic explanation. Yelo wanted to say something, but no one cared anymore, because after the rocket's display, George's Seventh Generation Unit was only about thirty meters away from the nearest mechs.

If this is considered mid-range combat for humans, then for mechs, it is undoubtedly close-quarters combat.

Because once you get close enough, the use of rockets, high-explosive shells, and other high-powered weapons will be locked out to prevent them from being caught in the crossfire of your own weapons.

However, the other forces' machines in the distance did not have such intentions. They continued to launch high-powered weapons, attempting to shoot down both the hostile forces and the target.

This lack of unity, however, undoubtedly gave George an advantage. Although his machine was still somewhat awkward, his opponents were clearly in a worse situation than him under the bombardment of numerous missiles.

"The Umbrella Company's mechs are the first to be eliminated. Oh my god, George's mechs are even more agile now. If the remaining companies continue this infighting, by the time Mr. George has adjusted his OS, tsk tsk..."

Yelo didn't continue, but everyone understood what he meant.

Given George's current combat prowess, once he gets the OS sorted out, won't these sixth-generation fighters be as easy as mowing vegetables?

The audience knows, the commentators know, the drivers know, and of course, their bosses behind the scenes know.

Almost simultaneously, all the machines on site received instructions from their superiors, and enemy/friend identification codes were exchanged between the machines. The remaining fifteen machines instantly adjusted their formation, and the originally tense and chaotic scene suddenly became coordinated and unified.

Under the command of a certain commander, the mechs formed a clear encirclement formation, closing in on George.

"The reaction was faster than I expected! Tsk tsk, right now a beautiful songstress should be singing background music for me... Oh well, I don't have the money to hire a management company, I'll just sing it myself."

George's voice echoed in the Live Broadcast Room. At the same time, he activated the smart terminal on his wrist and connected it directly to the machine. Immediately afterwards, a sinister melody began to reverberate in the air.

"Yo, look into my evil eyes!"

The song, transcribed into the local language by the Translation Konjac, was frenzied and domineering. In a daze, people seemed to see a pair of intimidating eyes appearing behind the unnamed machine.

Beneath the arrogant singing and melody, the machine's movements remained distorted, the alternating leg movements and shoulder swaying with an unsettlingly large range of motion, yet strangely possessing a kind of Demonic Nature quality.

And the moment the melody of the lyrics suddenly soared, the contorted machine suddenly unleashed a terrifying propulsive force!

"Click!"

Without even a moment to react, the head of a machine vanished instantly, and when the dizzying distortion stabilized again, the Seventh Generation Unit, standing in Zhengzi Stance, was pinching the head of the machine next to it.

He pressed down suddenly!

There should be one more chapter after this.