We agreed on mecha combat, so what the hell is this about your physical body exploding into a planet

Chapter 11 Congratulations, you've unlocked my limiter.

"But he'll die!"

"That was his own choice."

Fang Mingyuan's fists were clenched so tightly they turned white.

"This kid's skills..."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Even with only a standard C-level configuration, he can easily pass the level."

But he didn't.

Zhou Hengyuan's voice was calm, but his hand holding the teacup was trembling.

"He used all his resources to attack."

Why?

Qian Cheng's voice carried an emotion that was difficult to understand.

"Why would he do that? With his skills, all he needs is a normal mech."

"Perhaps he had no choice," Zhou Hengyuan said softly, his face darkening as he recalled the rumors he had heard.

"It seems there are too many termites in the Great House; it needs a cleaning!"

Upon hearing Zhou Hengyuan's words, the other two understood.

The Great Xia Dynasty is about to be engulfed in bloodshed once again.

But they understood that it was necessary!

If the meat is rotten, it must be cut off immediately!

Otherwise, it will spread to other good meats, and the same applies to countries.

Those of us on the front lines hate these parasites who turn on their own people the most!

The greatest threat, the abyss, still exists.

They're fighting amongst themselves?!

Just as they were pondering how to deal with those people, their attention was drawn to the screen.

On the screen, the monsters were still tearing each other apart.

The mecha's right leg was torn off.

A large hole was torn in the torso, exposing the core reactor, which emitted an unstable hum.

The cockpit support was deformed, and Ye Yan's body was trapped inside, with several bloody scratches on his face from the debris.

But he didn't shout.

There was no fear.

They didn't even close their eyes.

He looked at the monsters tearing his mech apart, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This kid's skill level..."

Fang Mingyuan murmured.

"I've taught mecha for forty years and seen countless geniuses. But his control—that precision, that anticipation, that composure under extreme pressure—is the strongest I've ever seen among his peers."

"Without exception."

He added.

Qian Cheng remained silent for a long time, then sighed.

"What a pity."

He said there was an indescribable sadness in his voice.

"A genius who never grows up is nothing but a handful of dust. What this world has in abundance is geniuses who haven't yet grown up."

On the screen, the last monster tore through the cockpit's protective railing.

The sharp claws reached towards Ye Yan's chest.

In the observation room, the three old men closed their eyes at the same time.

then.

boom!!!

The explosion came without warning.

It wasn't an attack from monsters, but from the mech's core reactor.

It was manually overloaded by Ye Yan.

In the last second before the cockpit was torn open, his left hand pressed the button hidden under the seat.

That button is connected to the reactor's self-destruct circuit.

All the energy is released at the same moment.

It wasn't a directional launch, but rather an all-around explosion.

Rumble!

A torrent of energy erupted from the wreckage of the mech like a tsunami, engulfing all thirteen monsters around it.

An orange-red mushroom cloud rose from the gray-white wasteland, interspersed with blue arcs of electricity and golden flames.

The shockwave blew everything within a 50-meter radius away, leaving a charred crater 40 meters in diameter on the ground.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Fragments were scattered.

The "Skin-Peeling Walker" is gone forever.

Not even a skeleton remained.

In the hall, everyone held their breath.

All that remains on the screen is ruins.

Charred craters, twisted metal debris, and smoking fragments.

The aftershocks of the explosion still echoed through the secret realm, and orange-red flames licked at the scorched ground.

In the hall, there were more than 300 people, but not a single person uttered a sound.

Everyone was looking at the ruins on the screen.

Twisted metal debris, shattered energy lines, and smoking cockpit fragments.

The sharp claw that reached for Ye Yan's chest, along with its owner, had already been reduced to ashes in the explosion.

But what about Ye Yan?

"Is he...dead?"

Someone finally spoke, their voice barely audible.

No one can answer.

The screen showed only ruins and billowing smoke.

Su Wanqing stood in the front row of the audience, her eyes fixed on the screen, her pupils slightly contracted.

died?

Ye Yan... is dead?

She should be happy.

She told herself she should be happy.

That poor guy she dumped, that good-for-nothing whose design blueprints she stole, that bookworm who could only draw blueprints in the lab.

He finally disappeared. He would never appear in her life again, never remind her of that "humiliating" past.

She should be smiling.

But she just couldn't bring herself to smile.

"Wanqing?" Chen Tianhao called out to her from the side.

Su Wanqing did not react.

A scene flashed through her mind.

That was during his freshman year, when Ye Yan first presented his design in class.

The professor asked him, "Why did you arrange the energy circuits this way?"

Ye Yan said:

"Because this is the most efficient way."

The professor then asked:

"How did you know?" Ye Yan scratched his head and said:

"I don't know, it's just what I subconsciously thought."

The whole class laughed.

But the professor did not laugh.

The professor looked at Ye Yan for a long time, then said something that everyone would remember:

"This child will change the world in the future."

At that moment, Su Wanqing sat next to Ye Yan, looking at his profile, and thought to herself: This man is mine.

Now, that man is dead.

He died in front of her.

He died in the abyss she herself pushed him into.

A sour feeling welled up in Su Wanqing's throat.

She didn't know what that feeling was; was it happiness?

Is it sadness?

Or...regret?

"No."

She whispered to herself.

"I don't regret it. He chose it himself. He was the one who wanted to choose the hell mode. It has nothing to do with me..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until she could no longer hear it herself.

Chen Tianhao noticed her unusual behavior, frowned, and let out a cold laugh.

If this woman weren't Ye Yan's girlfriend, he wouldn't even bother touching a woman who had been with someone else.

For him, he would do anything to hurt Ye Yan.

He was initially worried that if Ye Yan actually passed the test and obtained the license, with his talent and skills, he might be able to turn the tables.

But not anymore.

Ye Yan is dead.

The dead can never turn the tables.

Finally, someone in the audience broke the silence.

"He's dead..."

"There's no way anyone could survive that kind of explosion."

"What a pity. Although he was a madman, at least his courage was commendable."

"What kind of courage is commendable? That's called stupidity! Is throwing your life away courageous?"

"Can you guys stop making sarcastic remarks? He's only eighteen!"

The discussion grew louder, with some expressing regret, some mockery, some indifference, and some anger.

"His skills are truly exceptional; I've never seen such precision before..."

"What's the use of being strong? Without defense, even the strongest will die."

"Why didn't he equip himself with any defense? Even a thin layer of armor would have been better!"

"Didn't you hear what Master Lin Shuang said? He poured all his money into the attack. What can you buy with 32,000 yuan? Not even a shield generator."

"So he's gambling with his life?"

"Yes. We're risking our lives."

"What are we betting on?"

"I'm betting he can beat Hell Mode with this piece of junk."

"And the result?"

"result……"

The man didn't continue.

As it turned out, everyone saw it.

Ruins, debris, and a body that may never be found.

"really"

Lin Shuang stood at the highest point of the stands and sighed softly.

"A miracle is a miracle."