Chapter 36

In the map of the Wild Bullfight, Xiao Ming chose the titanium knife, and with Skeleton's gun skills, wouldn't the opponent be beaten to a pulp?

The two mechs entered the vast wilderness of western North America, a boundless desolation with a deadly atmosphere.

Wild King twirled the titanium knife in his hand, a smile playing on his lips. His luck was really bad; the titanium knife against a laser gun was a clear disadvantage in this terrain.

The comment section was already buzzing. Skeleton was the representative of the beginner zone, and Wild King was truly overconfident, daring to randomly select a weapon. A typical case of showing off and getting struck by lightning!

But one move by Skeleton silenced the comment section.

War God No.1 discarded the laser gun. Damn, was he going to fight bare-handed?

Wild King was currently the hottest scout in the American region, and this showboating... was a bit too much.

Wild King was amused, it was the first time he had met such an interesting person. War God No.1 planted the titanium knife in the ground.

The wind blew, and almost simultaneously, the two War God No.1s charged at each other.

"Hello everyone, you are all familiar with the two contestants. I am Xiaolu, the milk-loving Xiaolu. I am here to reclaim my reputation. The true identity of contestant Wild King is a freshman at Apollo Military Academy's Mecha Department, a special recruit, and a genius who is said to have the potential to become a general."

It was clear that Xiaolu, after eating a milk box, was determined to go all the way.

"Contestant Skeleton has boldly given up his advantage. I hope he can withstand Wild King's fierce attacks."

Boom...

In the rapid movement, Wild King's War God No.1 leaped into the air, fiercely colliding with the opponent, adopting a fearless fighting style.

However, it seemed the jump was insufficient or the judgment was wrong, and it looked like he was about to land early.

Indeed, it was a bit short, and Wild King had to face Skeleton's attack. But upon landing, Wild King's War God No.1 performed a sliding tackle.

Just in time!

At close range, Skeleton's War God No.1 made a curved slide, just a small angle, but it was enough to dodge. As they crossed paths, they exchanged a punch.

The two mechs flipped over, one to the left and one to the right. Wild King's War God No.1, with a left-hand support, spun around and stood up nimbly. With a roar from the engine and a burst of power from the legs, War God No.1 charged at Skeleton with even greater ferocity.

This was Wild King's ferocity. His scout's advance was quite violent, and once an encounter battle occurred, the opponent was almost destroyed before they could react.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

War God No.1 attacked with punches and kicks. The combat skills of the pilots in real life could be applied to mecha operations, though it was difficult to achieve complete human flexibility, even in the relatively low-difficulty CT simulation field. However, this seemed to pose no obstacle to Wild King.

"Excellent, Wild King's storm of attacks left Skeleton defenseless. This is his signature hurricane combat style, a full-scale attack until the opponent collapses. I didn't expect such an excellent performance from Wild King even without weapons. Attention all military units, snatch up this outstanding scout!"

Xiaolu picked up a box of milk and continued his commentary. He was determined to stand his ground, getting back up where he fell, as avoiding was not his style.

In the previous battles, Skeleton had a good grasp of the terrain, but in this terrain, there were no obstacles to use, and he had also given up the laser gun, which was indeed a risky move.

Wild King was excited, it had been a long time since he had such a thrilling fight. In mecha battles, personal heroism and intense one-on-one combat were quite foolish, as a single mistake could lead to a sniper's headshot. But young people couldn't help but enjoy such confrontations, especially hand-to-hand combat with a skilled opponent.

This Skeleton was unknown, but under Wild King's attacks, he remained steady. Wild King couldn't help but let out a wild roar, his hair standing on end with excitement.

His eyes flashed with intense light, and his muscles burst with power as he threw a punch. War God No.1 instantly accelerated, delivering a powerful blow.

The ground cracked, and debris flew. After what seemed like an incredibly heavy punch, War God No.1 took only a second to catch his breath. Skeleton's mech, obscured by the debris, was suddenly flipped over, and Wild King's War God No.1 performed a backflip, kicking out with both legs.

The entire move was overwhelmingly dominant and executed flawlessly.

Boom...

Skeleton's War God No.1 was kicked away, his arms crossed to block the violent blow.

Wild King, after landing, didn't stop. In the cockpit far away in America, a young man with wild, straw-like hair, baring his teeth in excitement, had scars on his bare chest, which were particularly noticeable due to his bulging muscles. Outside, over a hundred people were watching the match, and they all looked like delinquents.

Indeed, Wild King was their pride, a street kid specially recruited into the American region's Apollo Military Academy, a pride of the entire neighborhood.

Wild King's father was a retired special forces soldier, and he had learned combat skills from a young age, becoming unbeatable in the neighborhood. His combat experience was rich, and in close combat, he could easily dominate his opponents.

In the battle, Wild King's War God No.1 delivered a fierce knee strike, followed by a high kick. The sound of War God No.1's creaking was heard, indicating the limits of the mech, but the move was completed perfectly.

Wild King had a natural sense for weapons, whether cold weapons or mechs, as if they could become one with him. The military academy called it a talent, but he didn't care; he just loved fighting.

Boom...

Skeleton's War God No.1 could only dodge, but it was a bit slow, and his left arm was completely kicked off. The mech staggered back over ten meters before regaining distance.

The live broadcast and comment sections fell silent. This was a storm of attacks, not even giving a moment to breathe.

Losing an arm, the battle was truly dangerous. The weakness of War God No.1 was exposed, and the crowd in the internet cafe where Wild King was located erupted in cheers and whistles. The intense close combat was more thrilling than using guns.

A cold smile appeared on Wild King's lips. Few could make him use a full set of moves. Energy shields were nothing compared to the real impact of mechs.

However, it was time to end it.

"Ha, it looks like the game is over. If he can turn this around, I'll eat another milk box, ha!"

Xiaolu laughed heartily, feeling it was worth his voluntary commentary. Damn, the stingy Soren didn't even pay for his appearance.

Alarms blared in the mech. Wang Zheng operated, and the balance was a bit off, but it was still manageable. However, in this situation, he couldn't sustain another round. It seemed he had played a bit too big.

Wild King pointed a finger at the sky, a sign of his impending decisive strike, quite dominant.

War God No.1 charged at the opponent, who seemed to have given up resistance. However, Wild King sensed a hint of danger. Having fought on the streets and suffered countless injuries, he had developed a sense of foreboding.

He knew the opponent was good at collisions, but he wouldn't give him the chance. With the opponent's mech in such a state, even a head-on collision would destroy the opponent first!

A prepared mind against an unprepared one!

The distance between the two mechs closed to five meters, and at that moment, Skeleton's War God No.1 jumped.

Jump, what good would that do?

Wild King, already at full speed, could attack from any angle. However, the War God No.1 in the air suddenly turned its head, and the glaring sunlight caused a momentary lapse of less than 0.3 seconds.

War God No.1's right leg swung like lightning, an unimaginable burst of power without any additional speed.

Boom...

Clang...

Wild King's War God No.1 staggered forward, but... the mech's head was gone.

The western wilderness, under the setting sun, looked particularly deadly.

Just one hit!

Xiaolu waved his hands, expecting the climax, but suddenly he felt deflated, and the milk in his throat spurted out.

Damn!

Is this a ghost? How is this possible!

The supporters, who were almost out of breath, let out a hysterical howl. In the live broadcast area, many players were waving their arms.

What a grand strategic vision!

Xiaolu stood in the wilderness, his heart as cold as the autumn wind.

Suddenly, he noticed all the staff staring at him, a feeling of wanting to die.

The milk box wasn't made of milk, and he had been constipated for three days.

Biting his teeth and stomping his feet, Xiaolu tore the box apart piece by piece. This wasn't over, he was determined to stick it out. There was no such thing as an invincible warrior in this world!

This was a tearful chewing, forcing it down his throat. Damn, could they use a smaller box?

The slow-motion replay of the decisive strike was shown repeatedly, leaving a strange taste in the mouth, but a mysterious feeling welled up in the heart.

The Skeleton Corps provided an analysis video, created by one of its founders, ID: SuperShow.

The important thing wasn't the result but the process. In Wild King's series of attacks, Skeleton's War God No.1 never lost its position. In fact, that violent kick was supposed to miss. A red circle appeared, and during the retreat, a stone in the grass tripped it, causing it to fail to completely dodge. In this unexpected environment, the nearly cold-blooded tactic of sacrificing to avoid the heavier blow was textbook-perfect. Similarly, in the decisive strike, the sudden glare of sunlight caused Wild King to lose focus. His impact speed became a fatal factor, and the inertia of the charge, combined with Skeleton's kick, sliced off the opponent's head like a pair of scissors.

This wasn't the key point. The key was the calmness of the one-armed War God No.1 as it ascended, neither fierce nor graceful, but a feeling that was indescribable and awe-inspiring.

This was the calmness of someone who had struggled on the brink of death many times.

There was a sense of reverence!

(Old partners should notice that in the past, Skeleton's new books were all 2K, but this time it's an improvement, two updates are equivalent to three in the past. The 3K reading experience is better, and I'll try to update more, mainly to save drafts for the New Year. However, the current situation is far from enough, so I ask for your support with recommendation tickets. I'll make a sprint before the New Year, and when the time comes, I'll let everyone enjoy it. Skeleton's **#public#channel number:** (remove the space, you know, welcome private messages.))

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