Chapter 19

While the bandit's seemingly brutal combat left Wang Fusheng deeply impressed, he knew that old-style mechs were indeed not adept at performing agile movements. Instead of using ineffective, flowery moves that made one look like a monkey, it was better to directly engage in a straightforward, forceful approach to mask the old mech's clumsiness.

If it were a human knee strike, Wang Fusheng had hundreds of ways to take down anyone who dared to use such a move against him. However, facing the iron mass controlled by the bandit, Wang Fusheng could only dodge. After all, no matter how skilled his combat abilities were, he was still made of flesh and blood and couldn't compete with a mech whose outer shell was made of steel.

Boom! Faced with the direct charge of the mech, Wang Fusheng chose to dodge. The heavy mech's knee left a deep crater in the ground, causing the entire surface to shake. Amidst the dust, Wang Fusheng, holding a dagger, was about to do something when he suddenly changed his expression and jumped back.

The mech, which had one knee on the ground, suddenly swept its leg. The sweeping momentum was like a dragon's tail, accompanied by a whistling wind. If Wang Fusheng hadn't moved first, being hit by this sweeping kick would have been like being hit by a train.

"You run pretty fast, let's see how many moves you can last." Wang Fusheng's preemptive jump surprised the bandit. However, the surprise also sparked his interest. Clearly, the bandit found it boring to take down an opponent in just a few moves. The more intense the resistance, the greater the sense of achievement when finally defeating the opponent. Thus, the mech quickly bounced up and continued to attack Wang Fusheng.

Wang Fusheng's expression grew more serious as the mech attacked. If the knee strike was indeed somewhat unreasonable, then the sweeping kick demonstrated the skills of a mech expert. A mech expert driving a mech against Wang Fusheng, who had no protection, was indeed a bit dire.

However, the seriousness was fleeting. A glint of realization flashed in Wang Fusheng's eyes. Generally, someone who could drive such an old, heavy mech and follow up a knee strike with a sweeping kick was undoubtedly an expert among experts.

But if the knee strike was a manual operation and the sweeping kick was a skill, then it was a different story. In the game "Fate," skill actions were very flexible and could be executed even when the player couldn't control the mech, directly performing the intended action.

For example, when the bandit's mech was kneeling, the sweeping kick skill was performed close to the ground. This was a true sweeping kick. If the mech was standing, it would become a side kick, and if it was in the air, it would be a spinning kick.

Therefore, the same skill could exhibit different offensive forms depending on the situation. For players, to perform such originally difficult actions, they just needed to crouch, stand, or jump and then use the skill, which wasn't particularly challenging. This was a hidden feature of mech skills, allowing the skill to be executed without player control.

So, when the bandit attacked again, Wang Fusheng suddenly realized he might have been thinking too rigidly. This was a game, not reality, and completing the transition between two actions wasn't as difficult as he imagined. Therefore, the situation wasn't as bad as he thought.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Although the bandit might not be the kind of mech expert Wang Fusheng defined, his strength was indeed formidable. At least, he was forcing Wang Fusheng into a corner, making him look rather flustered. The original ruins were now filled with dust as Wang Fusheng dodged, and the bandit's mech pursued him like a bulldozer.

"Captain, something seems off." The passage of vehicles in the ruins was often blocked by collapsed buildings or other obstacles. So, the bandit with the sniper rifle ran to a vantage point, and the gambler followed, ready to assist the bandit at any moment.

Although the battle between the bandit and Wang Fusheng was filled with dust, the bandit could still see the battle clearly through the scope because both were constantly moving. However, Wang Fusheng always used the bandit's large mech as a shield, making it impossible for the bandit to snipe, which frustrated him.

"What's off?" The gambler asked, puzzled. Although he couldn't see as clearly as the bandit through the scope, he could roughly see the battle and didn't understand what the bandit meant.

"I don't know, you look for yourself." Players hadn't yet reached the luxury of having binoculars, so the bandit handed his sniper rifle to the gambler.

The gambler, puzzled, took the sniper rifle and began observing the battle through the scope. Gradually, his brows furrowed.

"Bandit, pay attention to your right leg's knee joint. The opponent is always attacking there." After observing for a while, the gambler informed the bandit through the communicator.

Indeed, when the bandit attacked Wang Fusheng, all of the bandit's fist attacks and left leg movements were dodged. Only when the bandit used his right leg did Wang Fusheng move in, using his dagger to attack the knee joint, which would widen the crack slightly.

Attacking a steel mech with a dagger sounded ridiculous, but it was happening. This left the gambler and the bandit puzzled, making the battle seem strange.

"I've noticed. Do you think he wants to dismantle my mech with a dagger? That's a tough job," the bandit laughed.

Actually, the bandit had noticed when Wang Fusheng first attacked. Sound travels quickly through solid objects, so the bandit felt the collision between Wang Fusheng's dagger and the mech's knee joint immediately. However, the bandit didn't take it seriously, even though the battle was frustrating.

Wang Fusheng's unpredictable movements meant that the bandit hadn't landed a single solid hit. For example, when the bandit kicked with his right leg, Wang Fusheng would move in to attack the knee joint and fly up with the kick.

However, this wasn't the bandit hitting Wang Fusheng; it was Wang Fusheng using the bandit's movements to his advantage. This was like a martial arts movie where the actors' fake moves looked real, but they were just reacting to each other. This made the bandit feel powerless and frustrated.

"Be careful, don't be careless. The opponent is not simple," the gambler warned.

The mysterious death of the bandit left the gambler uneasy. Now, the bandit's prolonged attack and the sniper's inaction made the gambler even more anxious.

"Don't worry, do you really think he can dismantle my mech with a dagger?" The bandit seemed unconcerned, but he was just pretending. In reality, he was using all his skills to try to take down Wang Fusheng.

"Almost there." As the bandit continued to attack Wang Fusheng, Wang Fusheng put away his dagger. He had wanted to dismantle the bandit's mech with a dagger, but he lacked the ability. After all, if a mech could be dismantled with a dagger in battle, the designer would have committed suicide.

Wang Fusheng's continuous attacks on the mech's knee joint with his dagger had only one purpose: to create a small indentation. He had his reasons. While a dagger couldn't penetrate the mech's shell, other things could.

When Wang Fusheng put away his dagger, the bandit, who had been observing him through the mech's cockpit glass, felt a sudden unease. A bad premonition rose in his heart, but before he could react, Wang Fusheng moved in again, this time with a pistol.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Six shots in quick succession. Wang Fusheng pressed the gun against the small indentation he had created in the mech's right knee joint and fired six shots rapidly.

If there had been no indentation, the bullets might have slipped off due to the mech's strong protection of the joint and the recoil of the gun. While hitting the same spot repeatedly could create an indentation, the bandit would have immediately realized Wang Fusheng's plan and prevented him.

But now, with the indentation, Wang Fusheng's six shots were forced into the crack in the knee joint, one bullet pushing against another, all six squeezed in.

Click, click... The small gap in the knee joint, where the lower and upper leg connected, suddenly received six bullets. When the bandit's right leg landed and tried to continue the next move, the mech's knee joint groaned as the bullets were compressed, like a record skipping, producing a harsh sound.

The bandit's right leg, which should have stabilized upon landing, became bent due to the six bullets jammed in the joint. The bandit needed the leg to be straight to perform the next move, but the misalignment caused the mech to crash to the ground, like someone slipping on a banana peel.

Seeing the mech fall, Wang Fusheng turned and ran. He really wanted to kill the person in the cockpit and take the mech. After all, he had a mech space. However, disabling one leg of the mech was already a risky achievement. Killing the mech's pilot with a pistol through the bulletproof glass of the cockpit, with a sniper watching, was a pipe dream.

So, as soon as he realized the mech couldn't perform the next move, Wang Fusheng turned and ran. When the mech finally fell, he used the mech's last moment of cover to reach a new hiding spot and quickly escaped.