Are You the One?

"ERROR!"

"ERROR!"

"ERROR!"

"No, our machine's programming doesn't include the sword's recognition code, so it won't work!"

Seeing the series of error messages flashing on the screen, the female pilot released her tension with a loud voice, while Feng Xue's face showed a hint of confidence. She kicked aside the mech that had been turned into a human stump, and said:

"The pilot from Bailin Country said something quite insightful."

"Ha?"

Before the female pilot could understand what he was trying to say, the High-Frequency Particle Sword, which was not activated at all, tore through the air and slammed the head off a Silver Knight on the left.

And only then did the student's voice finally arrive—

"Who says you can't kill someone without vibration?"

"Huh? But this equipment wears out..."

Before the pilot could finish speaking, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said, "Wear and tear what? It's equipment looted from the battlefield, why do you care about wear and tear rates? Are you trying to count it as military production just by reporting it as captured goods?"

Without waiting for the pilot, who probably had never even seen combat, to react, Feng Xue swung her non-vibrating particle sword like a mace and smashed the cockpit of a Silver Knight into its cockpit.

Then, he belatedly realized:

"Oh, I forgot this isn't virtual training. By the way, is it okay if I kill someone?"

"It's alright, or rather, it's better if they're dead. Like you said, once they're dead, they're just terrorists, and no one will bother you... well, at least not openly."

The pilot said uncertainly, but Feng Xue immediately let go and her smile even turned somewhat ferocious as she said:

"That's good, it's time to show off my 6,000-win streak in simulation battles!"

The cabin was filled with a cacophony of pounding sounds, like raindrops. The pilot even had the illusion that the student was just randomly banging on the planes, but looking at the Silver Knight being so easily defeated, she couldn't bear to watch.

"What's this simulated battle you mentioned?"

"The Mecha Martial Arts in Bailin Country... I learned it from the master craftsman when I was working at the mecha manufacturing plant. They modified 'scrapped' cockpits into motion-sensing simulators, using full command input to play against gamepad players. While others use a bunch of commands to create a Macro Skill, they linked a bunch of operations into a single game skill command. They even said that how could they make a good mecha if they didn't even know how to fly one? It's kind of funny, a bunch of people who assembled pre-built machines have the nerve to talk about making good mechas..."

"Uh..." The pilot felt her worldview had been shaken. She even thought that if she could go back alive, she would definitely suggest bringing the game <Mecha Martial Arts> over. Hmm, she felt that maybe the reason her group couldn't make good mechs was because they were missing such a game! Right, the simulator is the key! Such a strange gameplay, it sounds like the kind of fancy tricks that only old workers in factories could come up with!

Just as an opening had appeared in front of them, the pilot was about to give directions when he suddenly noticed a change in the student's expression.

"How..."

"Boom!"

Before she could finish speaking, a strong tremor reached the cockpit, and the female pilot was thrown up again. Fortunately, this time she held on tight enough that her head didn't hit the ceiling.

Feng Xue was no longer in the mood for jokes, after all, this mecha was truly awful. The only commendable thing, the Power System, was only about 70% replicated, and the propulsion system had been damaged in the battle just now.

"It was a mistake not to kill that Machine God with the concept of the [Strongest Mecha] before, but luckily I'm not the same as before!"

Feng Xue took a deep breath. In his eyes, each button on the keyboard seemed to transform into muscles and blood vessels, and with each tap of his fingertips, the body's movements began to change.

Although it still retains the poor mobility of the Ideal Country series of mechs, its movements seem to possess a touch of effortless mastery.

"Handling light things as if they were heavy, great skill without artifice; all forms shed their demonic forms, yellow robes transform into armor."

Under the deduction of the Single Character Authority "Immortal," "Martial Arts," and "Cook, "the Xuanjun Secret Scripture has reached an unbelievable level. The Yellow Robe Eighteen Falls, originally a soft martial art using a cloak as a weapon, can now be performed even with a mecha as clothing!

After sacrificing four mechs, the operational space of the new Parlin Kingdom mechs had already been compressed to the extreme. But in that instant, all seven mechs were thrown out in different postures, and each one landed on the open ground!

"What is this?" In that instant, Kormir felt a blur before his eyes. The simple and crude Palin machine, which looked no different from the Ideal Country series of machines, seemed to overlap with some kind of shadow.

"Is that you, Sea Monster?!"

A powerful aura erupted from Kormir, unleashing a full-blown display of power that he couldn't previously display when bullying the weak. Runes formed by spiritual imprints began to appear on his golden body, and the mecha's performance, already a top-tier machine from the Ideal Country, surged once more.

The Gold Knight's sudden burst of speed shattered the air, and the shockwave swept away all the dust and rubble on the ground. Feng Xue, who had already regained her footing, took a deep breath and her fingertips moved even faster.

The high-frequency particle vibration-free sword, already bent beyond recognition in his hand, was thrown forcefully, but it failed to delay Kormir in the slightest. However, throwing the weapon might not necessarily be for attack; it's also possible that it was to free up his hands!

At this moment, the arms of the new Parlin Kingdom mech seemed to transform into two ribbons, wrapping around it with a seemingly soft yet extremely fast speed, like a whip cracking. The golden knight's sword was disarmed in an incomprehensible way, but Kormir had not expected this sword to be effective. Just as Feng Xue was performing her fancy trick of disarming the particle sword with her bare hands, a machine gun was already pressed against the cockpit.

Without the slightest hesitation or attempt to persuade him to surrender again, Kormir, realizing the danger posed by the enemy before him, pulled the trigger immediately.

Brush!

An unbelievable scene unfolded before their eyes: the steel-forged machine body, as softly as Cotton Wadding in the wind, gently deviated from the cannon aimed directly at the central axis. As the machine body spun, the machine gun, before it could fire another shot, was already shattered by the particle sword that had changed hands.

The damage to his hand interface did not frustrate Kormir; on the contrary, at this moment, the frustration he had accumulated in his previous battles with the Heavenly Court Unit was instantly ignited, transforming into the driving force that propelled his Divine Power to even greater heights.

In his eyes, the "ugly" machine in front of him seemed to be possessed by Sea Monster, and what he had to do was overcome this inner demon!

"Aaaaaaah!"

With a roar that pierced the cockpit even before reaching the loudspeaker, the golden knight's aura transformed into flames. Seeing Kormir's imposing presence, Feng Xue sighed:

"Here we go again. Why are the Ideal Country always like this? When they can't win, they just yell a few times and suddenly they're good again..."

"Compared to that, your Mecha Martial Arts skills..." The female pilot felt that compared to the mental burst of the Ideal Country, Feng Xue's piloting skills were even more outrageous. Hearing her question, Feng Xue replied matter-of-factly:

"I learned it from the Bailin Country's Mecha Factory!"

Regarding the strange games the old workers in the factory used to play, well, they're gone now (mainly because the newly appointed young leaders are all busy [beep--], forcing the workers to be busy, leaving no time for play). But in the past, the old fitters in the factory had all sorts of outrageous games. For example, they would weld a few Little Figure out of "scrap parts" and then operate the Little Figure to play ball; they would make semiconductor radios out of scrap resistors, circuit boards, and speaker tubes; they would even machine slingshots into the shape of pistols (slingshot guns that shoot paper balls with a trigger, not illegal stuff). The R&D department even did some weird things like hand-etching and acid-etching circuit boards to make Little Tyrant game consoles. Then, many workers' families would have the amazing sight of a bunch of circuit boards with Little Tyrant game console cartridges inserted and people playing with them (some even made their own cartridges, but I've only heard about that, I've never seen it myself)... Including the solar water heaters I mentioned before, which came about in this way. Whenever I think of that time, I can't help but marvel at the wisdom and creativity of the working people.