Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1244 - 33: Wait!_3

The Thunderbolt’s external armor uses the alloy technology of the Feiyang Republic. Although it’s not as advanced as Logic’s Biological Dual State Metal, this external armor, made from dozens of different elements and over two hundred processes, is capable of withstanding a full-force strike from the ion light saber of Divine. More importantly, this metal can be mass-produced.The most critical instant explosive power data of the Mecha’s engine is twice that of the Feiyang Eleventh Generation Mecha, and four times that of Feiyang Tenth Generation Divine! In the base tests, Divine couldn’t even withstand Thunderbolt’s attacks. Thunderbolt’s fist can directly smash through the mechanical arm of the Divine Shield, smashing into the body.

Moreover, the Mecha’s control system is a marvel.

Fatty couldn’t help but admire the experts researching this control system. Although it can’t compare to Binart’s brain control technology, it can improve the control skills of the Mecha operator. Many areas requiring hand speed have received perfect auxiliary enhancements with this control system.

Although the enhancement is not substantial, it is nevertheless a genius idea, taking a solid step forward. And for a Level 10 Mecha Warrior whose hand speed exceeds sixty moves, a five percent improvement is already enough to make people ecstatic. This control system is simply a perfect complement to Mecha Martial Arts!

There’s also a new dual-joint twisting drive system; a precision fire control system and energy defense system comparable to small escort ships; a high-toughness suspension system used for shedding force, along with the newly developed interference system capable of strong electronic interference in close combat...... How could such a Mecha be challenged by a Tenth Generation Mecha?!

If this Mecha, equipped with the bandit army’s magnetic instrument, completes the development of a micro warship version engine from Caspar’s Journal, and further upgrades the control system.... damn, just imagining it makes one ecstatic.

The Mecha twisted, and under the push-pull action of high-frequency transmission rods, the two mechanical legs flew up, kicking into the air. The incoming Mechanical Violence was kicked in the chest, flying backward like a broken sack. Before landing, Fatty’s right hand tapped out a dazzlingly strange finger technique on the keyboard, and the ion light saber in the Mecha’s hand traced a curve.

"Magic Blade!" With a loud shout, a blade light so fast it can’t be seen flashed by, and the three Mechanical Violence were sliced into six segments by the three-meter-long blade light.

"Awesome!" In the bustle, Fatty pecked Milan on the cheek, pulled the control rod, and the Mecha turned into a ball of white light, shooting straight out.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

"Wave Riding Skill!"

"Li’s Flying Knife...... damn, who designed this move?!"

Milan clutched her stomach, laughing hysterically, watching Fatty boast and fight, busy and delighted.

The Seventy-two Moves of Mecha Martial Arts were used in turns by Fatty, the footwork, attack paths, engine power, and turning angles.... these moves, meticulously calculated by the little kid, had become his instinct.

The ion light saber in hand slashed wildly left and right, unstoppable. Regardless of what was in front, whether it was three units, four units, or seven or eight units of Mecha, the white Thunderbolt broke through continuously. Ten units of Mecha, ten flashing light sabers, ten streaks of swift white light, advanced triumphantly through the dark metallic tide of Jiepeng.

The sound of battle shook the valley plains.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" William, concentrating the strength of the entire camp to resist, roared angrily with eyes wide open. Under his command, the fearless Falcon Camp soldiers charged forward one after another.

Unit after unit, row after row, group after group......

William was already bloodthirsty.

The prestige of Falcon Camp wasn’t just bragging, it was forged in seas of blood and flames.

Every Falcon Camp warrior was personally selected by Oono Hayato. From the day they entered Falcon Camp, they received the strictest training, enduring the harshest trials. With an elimination rate as high as forty percent, no one dared be even the slightest bit careless.

In training, they could only win by fighting hard, and on the battlefield, they could also only survive by fighting hard!

These Mechanical Warriors were the elite among Jiepeng youth. Their beliefs were firm, their will strong, and they regarded honor as life. They had launched repeated charges against enemies far greater in number, repeatedly served as the spearhead, piercing one enemy line after another, and repeatedly infiltrated deep, striking at their throats.

They were the pride of the 59th Division, the pride of the Second Army Group, the aces of Oono Hayato!

Their achievements had earned them royal medals, earned them prestigious positions, earned them respect, earned them a reputation for being undefeated in countless battles, earned them everything they should have earned!

Their pride did not allow them to bow to a small country, to the nine lowly exiled people of Mars!

"Boom!" A Mechanical Violence roared as it pushed its lion-like claws against the ground, gliding towards a white Thunderbolt. The ion battle axe in Mechanical Violence’s hand was abruptly raised and swung down fiercely, the powerful battle axe rubbing a blazing arc in the air, crashing down on Thunderbolt’s head in the blink of an eye.

"Die!!!" The Level 8 Jiepeng Warrior within Mechanical Violence shouted, eyes wide and breath held, hand speed pushed to the limit.

In front of him, the white Mecha was being desperately entangled by his two companions. This opportunity would soon vanish, and he absolutely wouldn’t miss it.