It was clearly just a level 1 room match on the PO Battle Network, so why did it feel like he was facing a true expert from a high-level room? That ridiculous mech on the other side did not even have a normal build. It held only the most basic Samurai Sword and did not even carry a ranged weapon.
Yet at this moment, it crouched there like a vicious wolf baring its fangs in the night. Its nonexistent ferocious aura felt almost tangible.
Mu Fan felt as if he had returned to the wilderness, hunting prey. When facing a savage mutant beast, there had only ever been one possible outcome: survive.
Something was off. This skeleton frame would not be easy to deal with.
The two Raiders spread out, confronting the skeleton frame before them from the left and right.
Mu Fan's entire focus was on the two mechs before him. He had no idea how many times his teammates had called him over the cockpit voice channel.
Over there, the fat man had ambushed another mech, but he had been injured as well. His Power Cabin had sustained 37% damage. Point A had been completely wiped out. Including Mu Fan's side, it was now Green Team versus Red Team, 3v4!
Mu Fan controlled the EH01 Type as it slowly rose, gradually adapting to the power of this body. The Samurai Sword on its left arm lay across its chest as it slowly backed away.
Its steps were so heavy. The burden weighing down his entire body made Mu Fan feel exceptionally sluggish.
Seeing the White Skeleton slowly retreat, the two Raiders steadily closed in. They could not let it escape. Two against one—there was hope no matter what.
Mu Fan was currently in the Body Coordination phase. Black had not granted him Brain Domain control panel coordination. All he could control was the mech's torso and limbs, and the only weapon he could rely on was the Samurai Sword in his hand.
"Go!" The two Raiders attacked at the same time, one from either side. The Raider on the left swung its blade down. Mu Fan forcibly controlled his left arm to parry, blocking the strike!
But the Raider on the right raised its arm. The Gatling machine gun unleashed a fiery roar at close range. From only a few dozen meters away, nearly half the bullets poured onto Mu Fan's mech in an instant.
Sparks flew everywhere. Mu Fan instinctively tried to evade, but the mech's performance held him back. Amid violent explosions, the EH01 Type's right arm was brutally torn apart by the kinetic force of the physical rounds fired at close range. Only half a metal arm remained, with sparks flickering from the exposed wiring. Mu Fan had lost an arm.
"Ah!" The pain pierced his heart! It was that same feeling from Training Camp, when his arm bones had been smashed. In the cockpit, Mu Fan felt his right arm go numb. This was the pain setting Black had forcibly changed to 100%.
"Beep. Warning. Right arm damaged by 70%. Basic functionality lost."
Mu Fan crouched slightly, then sprang upward. After stepping on several protruding rocks, he ducked behind a large piece of starship wreckage. Bullets from the left Raider's angled machine gun crackled against the rock surface, shattering it.
"Lucky you dodged quickly. No matter how good you are, you're still trash when you get surrounded and beaten."
This Raider had just had its metal blade kicked away by Mu Fan, but now that it had regained its footing, it was full of swagger.
Floating inside the cockpit, Mu Fan pressed himself close to the wall. His left hand was half-raised, while his right arm hung limply at his side.
Suddenly, Mu Fan raised his head and opened his eyes. His gaze was unfocused, but red light began to surge within them.
"Roar!" At that moment, Mu Fan became incomparably violent, like a starving wolf driven into a dead end. The ferocity on his face was that of a beast.
Black circled Mu Fan. "Just as I thought. Mu Fan, there is something wrong with your blood genes. They can actually synchronize with the virtual world. It looks like we need to investigate in reality." Black flew erratically around the cockpit, but his tone lacked all its usual mischief. It was eerily calm.
The two Raiders circled around the wreckage and charged again, attacking in sync!
But when the gun-wielding Raider came around, it discovered that the skeleton frame had leaped into the air and was hurtling toward it.
"Idiot." The person in the cockpit sneered. The Gatling roared again. At this distance, even a hundred of them would die.
But Mu Fan made a subtle adjustment, turning sideways and thrusting his broken right arm toward the Raider before it could fire.
His right arm was brutally torn apart again.
"Ah!" The red in Mu Fan's hollow eyes deepened once more, surging like volcanic magma.
The Raider on the other side moved without a sound. With one clean slash, it intended to kill Mu Fan in midair.
A pincer attack!
At that moment, the White Skeleton in midair made a movement no one had expected.
As his right arm was blasted apart, he forcibly spun 180 degrees and used the shattered arm to meet the descending metal blade once again. His entire right arm, along with part of his shoulder, was severed. But the Samurai Sword clutched in the three fingers of his left hand swept upward in a spinning arc, then stabbed diagonally downward like a diving hawk. The Raider was still in its firing posture, but the Samurai Sword pierced into its body through the neck, leaving only the hilt exposed.
A direct strike at the pilot! Before the person in the cockpit could react, the huge sword pierced through the cockpit wall. Half the avatar's body was shredded beneath the massive blade. Instant kill!
That entire sequence had actually been a single movement.
"Bang!" Dust billowed up. Two sounds rang out as the Gatling Raider crashed heavily to its knees, while the White Skeleton released the Samurai Sword with its left hand and used its only remaining arm to support its falling body.
The situation had turned around instantly. One versus one!
The EH01 Type, with nearly half its body ruined, versus a fully intact Raider holding a metal blade.
Logically, the half-crippled skeleton frame should have been at a disadvantage. But at this moment, the opposite was true. The Raider switched to gripping its blade with both hands, holding it upright toward the White Skeleton ahead, not daring to move.
After driving the Samurai Sword into that Raider, Mu Fan, controlling the EH01 Type through Body Coordination, did not spare even the slightest glance behind him. His left arm supported his ruined body as he half-knelt and faced the mech holding its blade aloft.
The pilot of the only remaining Raider could not see it, but inside the cockpit, Mu Fan grinned, his eyes blood-red.
The White Skeleton moved!
It actually seized the initiative despite being at a disadvantage. Its body twisted halfway as its left arm swept in an arc from back to front.
"Hmph!" The Raider's metal blade slashed toward the root of the White Skeleton's left arm.
But instead of retreating, the half-crippled mech surged forward. The rapidly sweeping fist suddenly dropped. In the cockpit, Mu Fan made the same motion. The fist, already building momentum too quickly to pull back, turned into an arc and struck the ground while grazing the metal blade. The metal arm pressed along the side of the blade as the body followed through, pinning the metal blade directly to the ground with Mu Fan's left arm.
Weapon disarmed!
The Raider was stunned by the sudden shift before its eyes and hurriedly tried to retreat. But it had not expected the White Skeleton's leg sweep to follow, smashing viciously into its mech's lower leg.
"Clang!" The mech lost its balance and crashed heavily to the ground.
Mu Fan did not pause for even a moment. He propped up the mech with his left arm, then leaped forward again.
Lying on the ground and facing the sky, the Raider saw a shadow appear above it, then fill its entire vision. Elbow bent, it came crashing down!
"Bang!" Before it could even use its machine gun, the Raider's head was crushed by the downward elbow strike of an eight-ton mech.
The pilot's combat screen inside the Raider turned to static. Then the combat screen before him was ripped apart, and a mech's metal leg appeared in front of his eyes.
Stomp!
Instant kill!
The announcement echoed through the battlefield. Red Team's "dalong01" and "dalong02" had been killed. "Egg Lord" had achieved a Double Kill!
The entire field fell silent!
The fat man and their last remaining teammate were stunned. The enemy was stunned as well. Those two had win rates above 85%, and judging from their names, they were clearly a team of experts entering a rookie room. Just who had they run into?!
That ridiculous name, "Egg Lord," did not make anyone present laugh in the slightest. All they felt was a chill rising through them.
Inside the cockpit, Mu Fan knew nothing of anyone else's reaction. He stood quietly there, his right arm and shoulder hanging limp, yet his whole body stood as straight as a pine tree. The red light had vanished from his closed eyes as he murmured, "Survive..."
P.S. Thanks to readers "Remnant★Snow Without Trace" and "Poetic Charm, Ren Xiaowei" for their generous tips!
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