Hunting! Double Kill

This is just a Level 1 match on the PO Battle Network, so why does it feel like facing a true expert in a high-level room? The ridiculous mech on the other side doesn't even have a normal build, and it only has the most basic Samurai Sword in its hand, not even a single ranged weapon.

But at this moment, it crouches there like a vicious wolf baring its fangs in the dark night. The non-existent malevolent aura feels almost tangible.

Mu Fan felt as if he was back in the wilderness, hunting prey. Facing ferocious alien beasts, there was only one possible outcome: survival.

This is a bit eerie. This skeleton frame is not easy to deal with.

The two Raiders spread out, confronting the skeleton frame in front of them from the left and right.

All of Mu Fan's attention was focused on the two mechs in front of him at this moment. He had no idea how many times his teammates had called out in the cockpit's voice channel.

Over there, Fatty had ambushed another mech, but he was also injured, with his power cabin damaged by 37%. Point A was completely wiped out. Now, including Mu Fan's position, it was Green Team versus Red Team, 3v4!

Mu Fan controlled the EH01 Type to slowly stand up, then gradually adapted to the current body's power. He held the Samurai Sword in his left arm across his chest and slowly retreated.

His steps were heavy. The feeling of being burdened all over made Mu Fan feel incredibly awkward in his movements.

Watching the white skeleton frame in front of him slowly retreat, the two Raiders slowly closed in. Can't let him run. 2v1, there's still hope.

Mu Fan was currently in the Body Coordination stage. Black had not opened the brain domain control console for him to coordinate. All he could control now were 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 simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right. The Raider on the left swung its blade to slash. Mu Fan forcefully controlled his left arm to parry, blocking it!

But the Raider on the right gathered its arm, and the Gatling gun roared with fire at close range. At a distance of only a few dozen meters, half of the bullets were almost instantly poured onto Mu Fan's mech.

Sparks flew everywhere. Mu Fan instinctively made an evasive maneuver, but limited by the mech's performance, amidst the explosive sounds, the EH01 Type's right arm was violently torn apart by the kinetic energy generated by the physical projectiles at close range. Only half a metal arm remained, with wires sparking at the break. Mu Fan was disabled in one arm.

Ah! Excruciating pain! It was that feeling of having his arm bone broken in the training camp again. Mu Fan in the cockpit felt his right arm lose sensation at this moment. This was the 100% pain lock that Black had forcibly changed for him.

Beep, warning, right arm damaged 70%, basic functions lost.

Mu Fan half-squatted and leaped up, stepping on a few protruding rocks before hiding behind a large piece of Starship wreckage. The tilted machine gun fire from the left Raider crackled, shattering the rock surface.

"Lucky you dodged quickly. No matter how good you are, you're useless when surrounded and attacked."

Having just had his metal blade kicked away by Mu Fan, he had now regained face. This Raider was full of spirit.

Mu Fan, suspended in the cockpit, now appeared to be pressed against the wall, his left hand half-raised, while his right arm hung limply.

Suddenly, Mu Fan's head lifted, and his eyes opened. Looking closely, his gaze was unfocused, but red light began to surge in his eyes.

"Roar!" At this moment, Mu Fan was incredibly violent, like a cornered hungry wolf. The ferocity on Mu Fan's face was like that of a wild beast.

Black circled around Mu Fan. "Indeed, Mu Fan, there's a problem with your bloodline genes. You can even synchronize with the virtual world. It seems necessary to investigate this in reality." Black, who was flying around erratically in the cockpit at this moment, spoke without any of his usual mischief, his tone unusually calm.

The two Raiders circled around the wreckage and attacked again, a synchronized assault!

But when the Raider with the gun circled around, it found that the skeleton frame had leaped into the air and was crashing towards it.

"Idiot," the person in the cockpit sneered. The Gatling gun roared again. At this distance, a hundred would die.

But Mu Fan slightly adjusted his body, turning sideways, and aimed his broken right arm at the Raider before it could fire.

His right arm was violently torn apart again.

"Ah!" The red in Mu Fan's empty eyes deepened again, surging like volcanic magma.

The Raider on the other side was silent, making a simple slash, intending to kill Mu Fan in mid-air.

A pincer attack!

At this moment, the white skeleton leaping in mid-air made a move no one expected.

While its right arm was shattered, it forcibly rotated 180 degrees, once again using its broken right arm to meet the incoming metal blade. Its entire right arm, along with a small part of its shoulder, was cleaved off. However, the Samurai Sword held by the three fingers of its left arm swung high in a circle, stabbing diagonally like a diving falcon. The Raider still maintained its firing posture, but the Samurai Sword pierced through its neck, with only the hilt exposed.

A direct stab at the pilot! The person in the cockpit had no reaction whatsoever before the giant sword pierced through the cockpit wall, and half of their body was sliced apart by the massive blade. Instant kill!

This instant was actually a single continuous movement.

"Bang!" Dust flew up. Two sounds. The Gatling Raider knelt heavily on the ground, and the white skeleton's left arm released the Samurai Sword, using its remaining left arm to support its falling body.

The situation took a sharp turn, 1 on 1!

A broken EH01 Type, missing almost half its body, versus a fully intact Raider holding a metal blade.

Logically, the half-crippled skeleton should have been at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, but at this moment, the opposite was true. The Raider switched to holding the blade with both hands, the blade held vertically towards the white skeleton in front, not daring to move.

And Mu Fan, controlling the EH01 with its current Body Coordination, did not look behind him at all after stabbing the Samurai Sword into the Raider. His left arm supported his damaged body, and he half-knelt, gazing at the mech in front holding the blade.

The pilot of the remaining Raider couldn't see Mu Fan in the cockpit, who grinned, his eyes blood-red.

The white skeleton moved!

It actually launched an attack despite being at a disadvantage. Its body half-spun, and its left arm swung in an arc from back to front.

Hmph! The Raider's metal blade slashed towards the base of the white skeleton's left arm.

But the half-crippled mech in front didn't retreat; instead, it advanced rapidly. The rapidly approaching fist suddenly sank. Mu Fan in the cockpit made the same movement. The fist, unable to stop its rapid momentum, turned into an arc, grazing the metal blade and hitting the ground. The metal arm pressed against the side of the blade, and the body followed, directly pinning the metal blade to the ground with Mu Fan's left arm.

Weapon! Disarmed!

The Raider was stunned by the sudden change in front of it. It quickly tried to retreat but didn't expect the white skeleton's leg to sweep out and follow, kicking heavily into the mech's calf.

Clang! The mech lost its balance and crashed heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Mu Fan didn't pause at all. His left arm supported the mech, and he took another step forward and leaped.

The Raider lay on the ground, facing the sky, and saw a black shadow appear above, then occupy its entire field of vision. Elbow bent, dropping down for a heavy strike!

"Bang!" Before it could even use its machine gun, the Raider's head was crushed by a heavy elbow strike from the 8-ton mech.

The pilot's combat screen inside the Raider turned to static, then saw the combat screen in front of him torn apart, and a mech's metal leg appeared before his eyes.

Stomp!

Instant kill!

The announcement echoed throughout the area. Red Team's "dalong01" and "dalong02" were killed. "Egg Lord" completed a Double Kill!

The entire field was silent!

Fatty and the only remaining teammate were stunned. The enemy was also stunned. Those two had a win rate of over 85%. Looking at their names, they were clearly a team, obviously experts entering a rookie room. Who did they run into?!

The funny name "Egg Lord" didn't make anyone present laugh; they only felt a chill rise.

In the cockpit, Mu Fan was unaware of anyone else's reaction. He stood there quietly, his right arm and shoulder hanging down, but his entire body was as straight as a green pine. His closed eyes no longer showed red light, and he muttered to himself, "Live... on."

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PS: Thanks to book friends "Remnant★Snow Without Trace" and "Poetic and Picturesque, Ren Xiaowei" for their generous tips!

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