The situation on the field shifted rapidly. After Mu Fan destroyed two mechs, the Green Team and Red Team stood at 3v2.
"Body Coordination disengaged."
The black metal tubes retracted. Mu Fan staggered, standing inside the cockpit as he shook his head. His mind cleared somewhat, and his right arm, which had just gone numb, once again came under his brain's control.
He looked at Black fluttering around him and asked, "What just happened?"
There was a lot packed into that question, but after entering PO, Black seemed to have undergone some kind of change. It had no trouble understanding Mu Fan's words.
"After you synchronized with the mech through Body Coordination, the pressure from the external environment probably triggered a stress response." Black spoke calmly as it flew around, then added, "Your body is somewhat unusual. More precisely, it's a trait of your bloodline."
Mu Fan was silent for several seconds before saying, "I understand. What were you doing before?"
Black's two eyes changed from dots into vertical slits. "Before entering PO, I confirmed with you that you were handing me authority over virtual world planning. After entering, I collected relevant data, activated my dormant data fragments, and further enriched the database."
"My name isn't normal."
"Normal!"
"My beginner Training Camp isn't normal either."
"Normal!"
"So is my mech not normal too?"
"Normal!" It absolutely could not admit it. It was not human anyway, so it had no such thing as shame.
"Why?" Mu Fan ignored Black's answer.
"Part of the plan's contents."
"Fine, I'll accept that answer." Mu Fan sighed.
"Now that I've integrated into the PO Battle Network, I'm attempting to integrate into the Federation's administrative network. I already have a certain level of authority to alter corresponding things within the network. The Body Coordination combat experience you just had was one of them. However, according to the plan, you won't have another chance to experience it within the next year. You need to start with the First Generation Unit, familiarize yourself with mechs, familiarize yourself with real mech operation, and prepare for actual mech combat." This time, Black spoke to Mu Fan very seriously.
Mu Fan nodded, then moved his right arm and tilted his head. "What do we do next?"
Black narrowed its eyes again. "Wait to die."
Before Mu Fan could make a move, it quickly flew away and merged into the cockpit wall, leaving only its voice echoing behind. "You don't know how to operate a mech, so what else are you going to do besides wait to die? Don't worry, I'll restore it to normal the next time you use this mech."
After saying that, it went completely silent. Black had run away again.
What a bastard. Why was an artificial intelligence so badly behaved?
Mu Fan looked at the empty cockpit before him. The black tubes had been taken away too. Why would it only restore everything next time? Right now, only one screen had been modified. Listening to Brother Fatty's voice over the voice channel, he had no idea how to respond. He practically wanted to cry without tears.
Thus, at the six o'clock position on the map, a half-crippled white skeletal mech stood tall and unfallen. It had a destroyed Striker beneath its foot and made no sound at all, carrying the air of a true master.
"Hey, Egg Lord, add me as a friend after this. A First Generation Unit taking out two first-generation mechs in seconds is practically invincible."
"Mu Fan, Mu Fan, bro, can you say something?" Brother Fatty was still met with silence.
"Forget it, I'm coming to find you." Brother Fatty gave up trying to talk.
Mu Fan gave up talking too. He decided to stand in the cockpit until the match ended. Too much had happened today, and he needed time to process it all.
Brother Fatty decided to move toward Mu Fan's red dot. What was going on? After a Double Kill, he neither spoke nor moved.
Brother Fatty pulled a single-soldier decoy grenade from behind his waist. This was an exclusive item in the PO Battle Network, a one-use Star Coin item. Its price was acceptable. When thrown onto the ground, it could generate a 3D projection of the user's mech, realistic enough that it was hard to distinguish from a distance.
What did it mean to be fully equipped? It meant using money to arm yourself. Be a low-key expert. I'm a Silver Warrior. Brother Fatty smugly showed off in his heart.
He pressed the activation button and threw it behind a nearby rock. A burst of smoke rose, and a life-sized Striker projection appeared there. Brother Fatty even professionally made the projection expose only half an arm beyond the rock.
Several muffled pfft pfft sounds rang out as bullets passed through the projection and kicked up dust from the ground.
Just as expected. How could you possibly challenge someone as professional as your Brother Fatty? Brother Fatty once again viciously looked down on those Little Bitches across from him.
Then Brother Fatty executed an evasive maneuver with practiced ease. The Striker crossed the gap between two massive boulders in an extremely undignified pose, flipping over to the other side. Brother Fatty drove the Striker toward Mu Fan.
He only needed to go around the small hill ahead. Brother Fatty's performance in this battle had truly made people see him in a new light.
My god! The Striker came to an abrupt stop. Brother Fatty saw the EH01 standing there with its back to the starlight. Half of its white skeletal upper body had been shattered, sparks flickering across it from time to time. A destroyed Raider knelt nearby, while the white skeleton had another Raider beneath its foot.
I bow to the master!! Brother Fatty had also seen the EH01's introduction just now. Wasn't this first-generation unit, converted from civilian use to military use, only supposed to replace large machinery according to the textbooks? Since when could it fight, and this ridiculously well at that?!
Mu Fan. Brother Fatty called out again over the voice channel, but there was still no response. What style.
"Damn it, that's underhanded. You two over there, do you even want to win? I'm about to die gloriously here. What rotten luck, getting teamed with a bunch of useless pigs." At that moment, another teammate on Mu Fan's side began shouting over the voice channel. The battle map showed that he had already exchanged fire with the enemy. The two enemies had quietly circled around near him. He had thought Lemon Balloon and Egg Lord would come support him, but Lemon Balloon had actually fallen back too.
"Impossible to guard against..."
That was the final thing the player inside the Green Team mech shouted before it was destroyed.
Not good, it was evenly matched again. 2v2. It looked like the other side would be feeling their way over soon. Should he coordinate with Mu Fan and meet them head-on? But looking at Mu Fan like this, it was clear that nothing could get through to him. My dear brother! Stop trying to look cool at a time like this. Move already!
Mu Fan did not disappoint Brother Fatty. The First Generation Humanoid General-Purpose Heavy Machine EH01 stood there calmly, carrying the bearing of a grandmaster!
You win. I concede defeat.
Brother Fatty drove the Striker Modified and hurriedly hid in the broken rock field behind Mu Fan. As he ran past, Brother Fatty suddenly stopped. Who knew what he was thinking, but he removed two Soldier Ant Anti-Material Mines, exclusive gear for rich people and retrofitted onto first-generation units, from his waist and stuffed them beneath the waists of the two Raider mechs.
He moved quickly. Mu Fan, inside the cockpit, saw everything before him and could only smile bitterly.
I've even planted mines, and you still won't leave? Brother Fatty looked up at the white skeleton, which was a head taller than the Striker. Fine, it had completely won. Brother Fatty did not linger and went searching for cover.
"Whew, I'm in cover. Mu Fan, stop pretending and get out of there! Those two are coming. How are you supposed to fight without any long-range firepower?"
Mu Fan: "..."
Damn it, I knew this would happen. Brother Fatty gritted his teeth and lay down again. The Striker's camouflage paint blended perfectly with the scattered rocks around it.
Passive tracking radar: "Enemy detected." Two red dots flashed across the map.
The enemy was here. Brother Fatty quietly raised his Grenade Launcher, preparing to ambush them with one round first.
In his field of vision, "Egg Lord" was still standing there.
The enemies appeared: two standard long-range mechs—Long Arrow I-Types. Their slender bodies carried long anti-material rifles, and both barrels were already aimed at the standing white skeleton.
Was Mu Fan about to unleash some ultimate move?
Bang, bang! Both rifles erupted with fire at the same time. The incredibly mighty EH01 in Brother Fatty's view was cleanly and decisively blown apart.
Egg Lord's EH01 had been blown apart... blown apart... apart...
"You son of a bitch!"
Brother Fatty let out an enraged roar inside the cockpit.
PS: Thanks to readers "Poetic Sentiment and Artistic Conception, Ren Xiaowei" and "Remnant★Snow Without Trace" for their generous rewards!
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