Hands-On Mecha Dismantling

A ring of orange light spread out, centered on Feng Xue. In that instant, all items in the entire LEGO Industrial Zone that were taller than 1.5 meters underwent a toughness test.

Those who fail will immediately have to undergo a "Height Adjustment procedure".

Depending on their height, the pilots of the savage beasts lost parts of their calves, feet, or shoe soles to varying degrees. Only the six exclusive mechs remained standing, proving their fighting prowess through both dodging and enduring.

"Interesting." Feng Xue held her knife in one hand, her body radiating intense fighting spirit. Without any communication, the six exclusive mechs launched their attacks almost simultaneously.

The roar of the machine gun was accompanied by full-powered bullets that had already exceeded the speed of sound. The 12.7mm caliber shells, like machine gun bullets, formed long whips in the air, whipping their ferocious tentacles toward Feng Xue.

He held the Nodachi. Despite the extremely fine coverage of firepower, his eyes were filled with ease and nonchalance.

One step, two steps...

For the first time, the man standing amidst the gunfire broke away from his original position. His movements were so slow, each step so light. The massive two-meter-long Nodachi in his hand danced casually like a tree branch. His demeanor was like that of a little boy on his way home from school who, after finding a Perfect Branch, wandered into a field of rapeseed flowers.

It was a magical state, as if all the shells had precisely avoided him. Even though each pilot of his custom-built aircraft was a top-tier ace, the net of bullets they created couldn't touch the enemy in the slightest.

Even the number of cannonballs that allowed him to parry with his sword was pitifully small.

This magical scene was captured in its entirety by Live Broadcast Drone in the air, and then transmitted to the hottest Live Broadcast Platform through the surreal power of the Phantom Object.

A large amount of knowledge converged on Feng Xue, but no new Trait were formed for a long time.

"This is boring, I'm not playing anymore."

Realizing that this method wouldn't condense Trait, Feng Xue suddenly stomped down hard. As spiderweb-like cracks spread, his figure vanished from the monitor's view in an instant.

Click!

The sound of metal tearing followed immediately, and the menacing Nodachi slammed down from the top of the machine's head.

Having dealt with one mech, Feng Xue looked at the remaining five mechs that had ceased firing. Without even drawing her sword, she nimbly jumped off the wreckage, assuming a defenseless stance, and sighed:

Is this all there is to it?

"Proceed according to plan!"

The pilot of a Combat Unit said in the team channel, and without waiting for the other teammates to respond, he rushed out first. The gray melee was like a nimble ape, and with the short burst of thrust from the thrusters, it rushed directly in front of Feng Xue.

An arm over three meters long was swung out with a whip-like motion, a strike pushed to its limit, seemingly determined to take advantage of Feng Xue's unprepared state.

Swish!

With his arms crossed, Feng Xue saw the enormous fist approaching, but he didn't even bother to lower his hands. He leaned back slightly, and as he twisted his ankles and knees, his yellow cloak fluttered behind him.

Snap!

The bright yellow cloak, like a giant hand, slapped precisely on the side of the swinging fist. Using the force of the swing, it gently pushed, disrupting the accuracy of the attack. At that moment, Feng Xue raised her right leg high...

Bang!

The kick, carrying an exaggerated amount of force, slammed into the gray mecha's fist, causing the mecha to stumble.

But just as the old forces were exhausted and the new forces had not yet been generated, the two machines burst out from the blind spot created by the gray machine, sandwiching Feng Xue between them.

Feng Xue remained completely calm. He suddenly rose higher, his golden cloak covering the head of the left side of the machine. He twisted his body and used his right foot to kick the machine's neck.

With a dull thud, the mech's head was ripped off and transformed into a soccer ball, which was then kicked forcefully towards the right side of the mech.

The powerful volley sent the machine flying more than ten meters away. Just as Feng Xue was about to give chase, something no bigger than a fist suddenly exploded in front of Feng Xue.

"Buzz--"

A piercing hum and intense White Light instantly covered the sky and earth, followed closely by the belated roar of machine guns.

One shell after another left a trail of gunfire as they reached Feng Xue first. But at this moment, the pilots were completely unaware that Feng Xue's response to firearms was not based on sight.

Clear trajectories formed in Feng Xue's mind. His arms turned into a chaotic blur in an instant. When the aftershocks of the Flashbang disappeared, everyone who had seen the battlefield was speechless for a moment.

The gray machine was riddled with holes from the barrage of artillery fire, but the enemy it was determined to hold off, even at the cost of mutual destruction, still stood there, clutching a handful of deformed bullets in its hands.

"Splash splash splash..."

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground was as pleasant as a wind chime, but to the remaining pilots, it was like a death knell from hell, sending chills down their spines.

"Slap slap..."

The man, unharmed from the machine gun fire, gently patted his hands, which had just caught the shells, and said with an approving expression:

"Not bad for your awareness, but if that's your intention, you should at least restrict my hands."

Having said that, a bored expression appeared on his face, and he sighed:

"Forget it, I'll come back for the God Selection Arena next year. Hopefully, those guys with the title of Martial God will give me a challenge then."

After saying that, he stepped to the machine that had turned into a "scabbard", drew the Three Heavens Blade, slowly sheathed it, then inserted it back into the thorns in front of the Huanglong Unit's knee, and crawled back into the cockpit.

But no one could make the slightest move until the hatch on the chest of that Demonic Nature machine closed.

Because they knew very well that in front of this monster, they, the dedicated mech pilots, were no different from the grunt mech pilots.

The smooth, flowing cape behind the Demonic Dragon- like machine suddenly unfurled, like the flapping of dragon wings radiating black light. A violent airflow spread through the LEGO Industrial Zone, accompanied by a series of booming and shattering sounds.

The buildings that had been severed by the terrifying sword strike earlier finally slid off their foundations under the force of the raging wind.

Wailing, panic, and bewildered confusion spread through the ruins of the LEGO Industrial Zone, and all that remained in the eyes of the onlookers was the terrifying silhouette that rose into the air again, seemingly turning the entire sky black.

The ominous music fell from the sky once more, and dark clouds began to gather.

With a deep rumble of thunder, the torrential rain began to fall...

Regarding why the protagonist chooses to pilot a mecha instead of simply cultivating immortality...

My friend, it's all about the social environment. In a world without a Xianxia (fantasy martial arts) culture, how would he understand cultivating immortality? Why was the protagonist able to collect Weird Tale from the Heavenly Court in the Investiture of the Gods World? It's because that world had already established an understanding of gods and immortals—that's the cultural foundation.

Conversely, in a world where even the concept of immortals doesn't exist, how do you spread the idea of cultivating immortality?

If you dare to proclaim "becoming a god," that's blatantly poaching someone, and you'll be in for a beating the moment you step in.

As for mechs, whether they exist or not, the impact they create is undeniable.

Secondly, Stack Armor is the standard of warfare. In ancient times, hiding armor was equivalent to treason. The status of modern armor has declined because it cannot withstand firearms, but the development of bulletproof vests has not stopped.

If armor can withstand missiles, then the era of Stack Armor will return.

So why can mecha be called a man's romance? Because this thing is the embodiment of war, the ultimate presentation of the two major concepts of "armor" and "weapons".

Besides, big means strong, big means beautiful. The "giant" image of the mecha itself will give people a direct visual impact no matter what world it is in.

A giant, weapon-wielding robot versus a wise old man—the former is clearly more likely to attract attention. Ultimately, unless there is a well-established cultural understanding, the "subtlety" of the Eastern system is not suitable for the dissemination of Weird Tale.