Glorious Achievements
When the iron ball appeared, aided by the alternating changes in direction of his arms and the afterimages created by the powerful engine thrust, Bing Su was momentarily stunned, something that should never happen to a swordsman.
Naturally, the Sword Dancer mech's two consecutive Phoenix Cry Swordsmanship arc attacks completely missed.
It looks like Sword Dancer mech swinging a giant iron ball around.
"What are these things?! My sister is going crazy!" A moment later, a woman's frantic scream came from inside the Sword Dancer mech.
This woman is going crazy!
Seeing Bing Bing becoming increasingly disorganized, a cold glint flashed in Mu Fan's eyes. He pressed five more counter-attack commands, then emotionlessly stretched out his hands, pressed down on the push lever, and slammed it down.
As the Prototype Iron Ball rotated, its two mechanical clamps knocked the Sword Dancer's sword-wielding hands off course, causing the engine flames behind him to surge.
Bing Su, whose hand speed reached 245, looked incredulously at the sword slash that missed its mark. The two mechanical pincers of the iron ball even knocked his mech off balance.
Moreover, the two mechanical pincers did not leave after prying open the Sword Dancer's arms, but instead gripped the shoulders of the Sword Dancer's slender mecha with incredible precision.
The iron ball first rose into the air and reached eye level before suddenly crashing into something.
Inside the cockpit, Bing Su's brain was violently impacted, and her consciousness momentarily blurred. As the cockpit tilted, Bing Su knew that her mecha had been hit.
What kind of attack is that...? So powerful!
Mu Fan's mind went blank for a moment. He subconsciously recalled the scene of driving the RX-16 and making Savage Collision, so his fingers subconsciously used the Savage Collision command on the control panel.
When his body was propelled forward by the powerful force, he realized what he had done—his hands were tightly gripping the other person's.
When the Prototype Iron Ball used its Savage Collision, the effect was more exaggerated than that of the RX-16, like a giant lead ball slamming into a person's body.
With a deafening crash, the sound of steel clashing echoed as the Sword Dancer fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Mu Fan stared intently at the Sword Dancer, unaware that his large iron ball was sitting on the Sword Dancer in a strange posture.
Thump.
Um!?
The Sword Dancer tried to grasp the Metal Greatsword with his right hand, but Mu Fan noticed him instantly and pressed the iron ball forward threateningly.
So the protruding triple-mounted MG cannon muzzle on the top of the iron ball was directly pressed against the Sword Dancer's face.
Bing Su stared at the dark muzzle of the cannon, a bead of cold sweat sliding down her forehead.
When Bing Su realized that the giant iron ball was sitting on his beloved Sword Dancer, he instantly flew into a rage.
"Get up right now! Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook!"
The angry voice, after being filtered by the microphone, clearly lacked the slight fear it conveyed, and instead sounded like a cold, metallic female voice.
Mu Fan hadn't noticed his mecha's posture yet; he only heard Bing Bing's threat.
He can't forgive himself!?
Bang!
With the triple-barreled guns pressing against the Sword Dancer's face, the mechanical clamps clicked twice, releasing themselves from the Sword Dancer's shoulders.
Um?
I can move around on my own now.
Bing Su was surprised and prepared to grip the Metal Greatsword again, but was instantly punched hard by the iron ball's left fist.
Red warning lights flashed continuously inside the cockpit.
A panicked Bing Su watched as the iron ball's two swinging arms were raised high.
What is he going to do?!
Mu Fan took a deep breath, his hands flashing across the control panel like afterimages.
The iron ball, raised high, crashed down with a thud.
"Ada da da da!" Mu Fan roared angrily, wanting to vent his anger from being brutally killed in the previous battle and his frustration from always piloting these bizarre mechs.
Bing Su, the goddess of the second year from the Kendo Club, suffered such a dreamlike blow for the first time in her life.
She had lost count of how many punches she had received. She only managed to resist for less than three seconds before Mu Fan, whose hand speed completely overwhelmed hers, shattered her defenses.
The two mechanical pincers transformed into a flurry of fist shadows on either side of the iron ball, landing heavily on the Sword Dancer mech lying on the ground.
"You bastard! You... Waaaaah!"
"I surrender, okay? Let go."
Bing Su, one of the Kendo Club Three Flowers, had never cried even when she was hit multiple times during a Kendo match, but at this moment she finally shed tears.
Because she saw that vicious iron ball relentlessly bombarding her beloved mecha with emotion, and with each punch, she could even hear the sound of the outer armor shattering and scattering.
The alarms in the cockpit had turned into a sea of red, and Bing Su no longer wanted to provoke this crazed iron ball demon.
"Waaah, I surrender! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"
Her soft sobs did not reach Mu Fan's ears; the vocal cords on both sides of her head had been completely smashed.
Mu Fan is now determined to vent his anger.
How dare they threaten me?
A minute later, with the Sword Dancer's exterior still shattered, Mu Fan, preparing to throw another punch, suddenly noticed a damage warning from the system.
Bang!
The mechanical clamps, unable to withstand the strain, completely broke down...
What kind of junk is this mech? Its arms can shatter on their own.
Mu Fan's eyes quickly scanned the control panel.
His eyes suddenly locked onto the orange fire control joystick button. That looked like a 100mm triple MG Particle Cannon, didn't it?
Yes!
The Prototype Iron Ball, expressionless—well, it has no face—rolls forward.
The triple cannon barrels above his head slowly slid down along the Sword Dancer's head, stopping abruptly when they reached the cockpit.
Bing Su, who felt the cockpit stop vibrating, wiped away her tears and was stunned. Had the other side had a change of heart?
When she saw the distorted yet still working holographic screen, she immediately pouted.
Because those three dark cannon muzzles were already pointed at his cockpit.
"Die."
Mu Fan's indifferent voice came through the iron ball's speaker, sounding indescribably cold.
In the cockpit, he pressed the orange button forcefully.
A dazzling white light shone from the intersection of the cannon barrel and the Sword Dancer's armor.
Boom!!
Mu Fan's consciousness was instantly swallowed up.
What's going on now...?
[Mech: Sword Dancer Defeated!]
[Mech: Prototype Iron Ball Destroyed!]
[This match ended in a draw! Neither side scored a point!]
Mu Fan had just left the battlefield, was still completely bewildered.
Upon hearing this prompt, Bing Su, who had just escaped the battlefield, was also stunned for a moment, her face still wet with tears. Then, she burst into laughter, a laugh so hearty that it would have shocked anyone who knew her.
The goddess has never shown this side of herself before.
Mu Fan stared defiantly at the list of battle records that had appeared.
I was killed in action again.
Why!
Why did I die even though I had the gun pointed directly at the enemy's cockpit?
Mu Fan clicked to view the death analysis.
The MG Particle Cannon compresses and fuses Mega Particle, repeatedly accelerating them before firing. Its power is twice that of solid ammunition, and it possesses extremely high dispersion. The Prototype Iron Ball's energy magazine, located on the top of the machine, was successfully detonated by the recently dispersed Mega Particle.
Seeing this Bing Bing explanation, Mu Fan's facial muscles twitched.
If he could hit someone, he would definitely pin the system to the ground and beat it to death.
[Player: Shura, no rank, 0 wins, 1 draw, 1 loss.]
This is Mu Fan's current glorious record.
This is the perfect result of Mu Fan's first participation in the mecha cockpit simulation training!