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

"A 98.7% mortality rate! That's reserved for the cream of the crop!"

"His mech is barely able to survive in standard mode, let alone hell mode? Isn't that just suicide?!"

Chen Tianhao's smile froze. He couldn't believe that this poor kid had actually chosen the hell mode.

If he can come out.

The thought of it made him break out in a cold sweat.

No, it's impossible.

He has no chance of passing.

Su Wanqing, who was standing next to him, narrowed her eyes in surprise.

But that's all. She acknowledged that Ye Yan was a genius, but he was still far from being one of those prodigies.

He assumed that Ye Yan had been dumped by him and, in a moment of impulsiveness, wanted to prove himself.

"What an idiot, looks like breaking up was the right thing to do."

"Examinee Ye Yan!"

The examiner's voice came over the loudspeaker, carrying an unprecedented seriousness.

Are you sure you want to choose Hell Mode?

"Please confirm again, once inside, we cannot end the battle prematurely."

The reason it cannot be stopped is partly because it allows some people who are indifferent to choose to do so.

Another factor is that activating Hell Mode consumes a lot of resources.

Of course, most importantly, the people above firmly believe in one principle.

The strong are forged in life-or-death battles.

Rather than being born in a greenhouse.

Everything they did was to eliminate the monsters that emerged from the abyss.

On the battlefield, there is no such thing as an end.

"Your mech configuration has an extremely low survival rate in that environment."

Ye Yan had already stepped into the teleportation channel.

He glanced back.

Looking at those surprised faces, at Chen Tianhao's incredulous expression, and at Su Wanqing's slightly pale face.

"I'm sure," he said.

Then, the teleportation channel was closed.

Hell Mode - Secret Realm.

On the gray wasteland, the outlines of thirty abyssal monsters appeared and disappeared amidst the purple lightning.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and blood, and the ground was trembling.

That was the resonance generated when the monster horde ran.

Ye Yan's "Peeling Walker" stands alone in the middle of the wasteland, like a stone tablet weathered for thousands of years.

This mech had no outer shell, no armor, and all its energy lines were exposed, swaying slightly in the wind.

The cockpit was a simple iron frame, without even a windshield.

It looked like it could fall apart at any moment, like a pile of scrap metal that had been pieced together with difficulty.

Ye Yan sat inside, his hands resting on the joysticks, his breathing steady, his fingertips lightly touching the control panel, his eyes full of excitement.

"Is this what it feels like to pilot a mecha?"

It's amazing.

In the mecha pilot's seat, he could clearly feel every part of the mecha, and his vision was further broadened with the aid of the mecha.

He can even control the mecha's movements without a steering wheel.

And this is the essential ability that mech pilots must possess when piloting mechs in this world—mental strength.

It is precisely through mental power that one can fully control the mecha.

Even in critical moments, mental energy can be used as a power source for the mecha to enhance its weapon modules.

At the same time, the strength of your mental power also determines the level of the mech you control.

Therefore, mental strength is one of the most important indicators for mecha pilots.

And the original owner's spiritual power.

Ye Yan grinned.

After his transmigration, his mental strength was greatly enhanced, reaching the peak of a first-tier mecha pilot.

In addition, he's a big fan of mecha.

Therefore, Ye Yan had full confidence in operating this mecha.

[The assessment begins.]

The sound of the broadcast echoed through the secret realm.

The voice just fell.

Thirty abyssal monsters moved simultaneously.

They came rushing in from all directions, as fast as black lightning.

The three at the front were C-rank Abyss Hunters, the size of cheetahs, with purple flames burning in their four eyes, and sharp claws tearing through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

Faced with this kind of formation, the first reaction of an ordinary mech pilot would be to activate the shield or immediately retreat to create distance.

But Ye Yan's mecha has no shield.

His energy shield generator was removed and replaced with an additional attack module.

At the same time, he had no room to retreat.

In order to maximize its attack power, this mech removed all its mobility assistance systems, and its joint flexibility is only 60% of that of a standard mech.

Only in this way can the mech's attack be maximized and pierce through these hellish abyssal monsters.

As for its ability to withstand attacks and absorb damage from the mech?

No.

His power has a hundredfold amplitude, but it is time-limited and cannot support his plans and assessment time at all.

Ye Yan plans to achieve the best results to attract enough attention from above so that the Chen family cannot blacklist him.

As for that doubling of amplitude, it was simply insufficient to support his subsequent plans.

So.

There was only one thing he could do.

Control the mechs with millimeter-level precision and wipe out these scum!

boom!

A massive amount of mental energy instantly enveloped the entire area, and a series of data, after being analyzed by the mecha's core, entered Ye Yan's mind.

Click.

Ye Yan suddenly opened his eyes and gently turned a knob with his right thumb.

That was a particle cannon power regulator that he had modified himself. It had two hundred scales, each scale corresponding to 0.5% of the power output.

no doubt.

Faced with these hellish monsters, Ye Yan went all out.

At the same time, his left hand typed a series of commands on the keyboard.

It's not a preset macro, but manually entered trajectory correction parameters based on the current wind speed and humidity.

The entire process took 0.2 seconds.

boom!

The ship's particle cannon on the right arm fired a blue-white beam of light.

The beam of light grazed the ear of the foremost monster, but missed.

"You missed!" someone exclaimed in the assessment hall.

But the next second, everyone shut their mouths.

The beam of light that had "missed its mark" struck a rock five meters behind the monster.

The rock was shattered, and countless fragments flew everywhere.

One of the fist-sized fragments spun rapidly and struck the head of the second monster.

The exoskeleton shattered, and black blood gushed out.

The second monster lunged forward, tripping over the third one behind it.

The first monster changed its charging trajectory to avoid the flash beam, and swept past Ye Yan's left side, its claws less than half a meter from the cockpit.

But it missed.

Fortunately, we missed it.

Given the condition of Ye Yan's mecha, even the slightest damage would be fatal!

At this moment, in the audience stands.

The crowd was still gasping in astonishment at what had just happened.

"What incredible luck! That shot missed but shattered the rock, and the rock fragments hit the monster right in the process—"

"Yeah, if he had been a little more off course, he would have been pounced on by that monster. Look at his mech, it doesn't even have any armor. If that claw had hit him, the cockpit would have been torn apart."

"You're incredibly lucky to be alive."

Discussions rose and fell, with most people attributing Ye Yan's incredible maneuver to just two words—luck.

"Was it really just good luck?"

A cool, clear voice came from the entrance to the stands.

Everyone turned around.

A young girl walked slowly towards them.

She was wearing a dark blue work uniform with a gold restorer badge pinned to her chest.

That's not a badge for ordinary restorers, but a "master" badge that only top restorers can possess.

In the entire city of Qing Shi, no more than three people possess this badge.

She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Lin...Lin Shuang?!"

Someone recognized her, and their voice instantly changed tone.

. . .