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

"A madman, this is absolutely insane!"

Lin Shuang did not refute.

Because she also thought Ye Yan was crazy.

But when Ye Yan slapped the 32,000 yuan onto her worktable, when he said, "All attack, all defense," when she saw his eyes burning with some kind of flame.

She knew she couldn't refuse.

It's not because of money.

It was because of that look in his eyes.

That was the look in the eyes of someone willing to pay any price for their choices.

"What is his attack power now?" someone asked.

Lin Shuang glanced at the data panel.

"The output power of a single particle cannon is equivalent to the standard configuration of the Second Sister's peak mecha pilot."

The hall fell silent again.

Second-tier peak.

A Tier 1 mecha pilot unleashed the power of a Tier 2 peak.

That's absolutely insane.

At this moment, Chen Tianhao stood in the front row of the audience, his face ashen as if he had swallowed a fly.

He saw it.

The moment I saw Ye Yan's particle cannon pierce through that monster.

Observe the brightness, speed, and penetrating power of that beam of light.

That kind of attack power is definitely beyond the reach of a first-tier mech pilot!

"Damn it, this can't be!"

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

"How could his pile of junk possibly have such high attack power?"

If he actually passes the hellish test, then everything is doomed.

The country would never allow such a genius to be killed by its own people.

At the same time, he didn't believe that Ye Yan would let him go!

"Tianhao".

Su Wanqing tugged at his sleeve, her face also turning pale.

"His mech"

"Shut up!"

Chen Tianhao let out a low growl, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger.

Chen Tianhao's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Impossible, he couldn't possibly get through Hell Mode, even if his attack power is high enough."

"His mech won't last long either. Without any defense, any monster that touches him will be finished."

He seemed to be convincing himself, and also convincing Su Wanqing.

"And Hell Mode doesn't just have one monster!"

He raised his voice and pointed at the screen.

"Look!"

On the screen, hordes of monsters began to gather.

Not three, not five.

Yes—a densely packed group.

The second wave of monsters surged in from all directions, three times the number of the first wave.

They are larger, have thicker exoskeletons, and brighter purple flames in their eyes.

Ninety.

Including the remaining ones from the first wave—more than a hundred.

A dark mass surged towards Ye Yan's lone mecha like a tidal wave.

"More than a hundred..."

Someone gasped.

"How can he fight alone?"

"Even if his attack power is sufficient, his mech won't last that long. Without defense, just one touch—"

"It's over, this time it's really over."

As Su Wanqing looked at the dense swarm of monsters on the screen, the unease in her heart gradually dissipated.

"As expected," she whispered, "Hell mode isn't something one person can get through alone."

She admitted that Ye Yan was a genius.

But even geniuses have their limits.

More than a hundred hellish monsters; even a fifth-tier mech pilot would have to be careful when dealing with them.

A Tier 1 mech pilot, a dilapidated mech with no defenses—how could he possibly win?

"That's enough," Su Wanqing said softly, a smile returning to her lips.

Chen Tianhao also saw the dense swarm of demons, and the panic on his face was gradually replaced by a cold smile.

"More than a hundred." He snorted. "I'd like to see how he fights them."

His gaze fell on the screen, on the figure sitting in the simple cockpit.

"Ye Yan, even if you have extraordinary abilities, you'll die here today."

In the stands, everyone held their breath.

More than a hundred monsters.

A mech without any defenses.

A level one mech pilot.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

Lin Shuang unconsciously gripped the railing tightly.

"Losers are never remembered in history."

Countless candidates throughout history have challenged the "hell mode" of the exam.

But in history, they are nothing more than cold, hard numbers of deaths.

Only a handful of names will be recorded in history.

"So, is your name on this list?"

She murmured softly, "Can you create a miracle?"

On the screen, the horde of monsters is getting closer and closer.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

It was a dark, dense mass, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Four groups of abyssal monsters approached Ye Yan's mecha simultaneously from four directions.

Once these abyssal monsters attack together, the clumsy, defenseless mech will likely be doomed.

but.

Ye Yan, deep within the encirclement, remained completely still.

Not afraid at all.

No.

Perhaps they had been preparing for this for a long time.

"bring it on!"

Ye Yan grinned, his eyes filled with excitement.

"You will all become my stepping stones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, while the particle cannon was firing, he pressed another button with his left index and middle fingers.

The missile was suddenly launched.

just.

The four missiles were not launched simultaneously, but sequentially at 0.2-second intervals.

The first one flies to the left, the second one flies to the right, the third one is pulled upwards, and the fourth one...

The fourth missile was delayed by 0.2 seconds at the launch port before flying straight forward.

Four missiles, in four directions, with four different trajectories.

But their goal is the same.

Three seconds later, the monsters on the left were forced to converge to the right to avoid the first missile.

To avoid the second missile, the monsters on the right were forced to converge to the left.

The two groups of monsters collided, throwing their formation into chaos.

The third missile traced an arc in the air as it swooped down from above, blasting a gap in the tightly packed horde of monsters.

The fourth missile pierced through the gap and accurately struck a mutant hidden behind the monster horde.

The mutant was the leader of this group of monsters, and its death plunged the entire monster horde into brief chaos.

Four missiles, four shots, four directions.

It was all done manually by one person in a single second.

The hall was deathly silent.

. . .

First Mecha Academy - Observation Room

This observation room, located on the top floor of the assessment center, is rarely used.

Only the most extraordinary tests would alarm the elderly people here.

And today, they've all come.

Zhou Hengyuan, the principal of the First Mecha Academy and one of the founders of the Federation's mecha combat theory, is seventy-three years old.

He sat in the front row, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold, his eyes fixed on the holographic screen.

Beside him was Fang Mingyuan, the director of the mecha piloting department, who was 68 years old and the Federation's youngest eighth-level mecha pilot (achieved at the age of 31). He had trained 17 seventh-level mecha pilots.

Next to him is Qian Cheng, a leading figure in mecha design, 65 years old, whose design is responsible for the weapon systems of one-third of the Federation's active-duty mechas.

Three people, three faces, three expressions.

Zhou Hengyuan was shocked.

Fang Mingyuan is a fanatic.

"That's impossible."

Qian Cheng is... unbelievable.