Mu Fan had no idea that his hand speed was steadily increasing, eventually fluctuating around 340. It had risen by 10%, corresponding exactly to one-tenth of a layer of Dark Breath. He also had no idea that the damned Black had set his APM display 30 lower than normal, so his actual APM was an almost miraculous 370!
Without noticing any of this, Mu Fan cleared a full second's worth of countering inputs in 0.7 seconds.
Bang! The RX-16 under Mu Fan's control spun and sprang up from the ground at a miraculous speed. The Pulse Accumulation Bullet fired by the enemy barely grazed past its shield, blasting by the edge of the alloy shield with a tremendous vibration.
"Nicely done!! Egg Lord is angry! Roar roar!" Wang Nuonuo took a hard sip of soda, her little face flushed with excitement. But combined with her short, chubby appearance, she really did not inspire much interest in looking at her.
Naturally, Mu Fan could not hear any of that. He had truly entered a state of complete concentration. All that surfaced in his mind were the basic key combinations for the Footwork Techniques Black had taught him, recalibrating and recombining them according to the mecha's state every 0.1 seconds.
Prediction formed by consciousness and instinct! Then, with hand speed ahead of the mecha itself, he made synchronized—or even more advanced—movements. Thus, after spinning upright, the clumsy brute Mu Fan controlled began accelerating with a strange footwork pattern.
From falling down, to getting up, to charging, every movement flowed seamlessly.
Having completely entered the rhythm of Dark Breath, Mu Fan now understood every one of his movements with absolute clarity. This state of utter lucidity was simply intoxicating.
There was no one beside Mu Fan in reality at that moment. If there