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

"Is he a junior mecha pilot?"

The term "junior" refers to a mecha pilot who has not yet obtained a graduation certificate and is at or below the first tier.

"That's what the documents say," Zhou Hengyuan said.

"A junior mech pilot's skill level couldn't possibly reach this level."

Qian Cheng shook his head.

"Look at what he just did: a 1% power adjustment to the particle cannon, manual trajectory correction, and asynchronous launch of four missiles—all completed within a second. That requires at least a thousand hours of hands-on training, and..."

He paused, then pointed to the trajectory of the missile still flying on the screen.

"His prediction of the missile's flight time was accurate to within 0.2 seconds. This is not something that can be taught through training; it's a talent."

"It's not just about talent."

Fang Mingyuan took over the conversation, his voice trembling slightly.

"Did you guys notice his particle cannon firing just now?"

"It missed," Zhou Hengyuan said.

"It didn't miss."

Fang Mingyuan shook his head, his eyes shining frighteningly.

"He did it on purpose."

The spectator room fell silent for a second.

"The first shot was aimed at the rock, not the monster."

Fang Mingyuan stood up, walked to the screen, and gestured on the screen with his finger.

"He used rock fragments as projectiles to cover the monsters' charging path. At the same time, the intense light generated by the beam itself forced the first monster to close its eyes and change direction, altering its charging trajectory."

He turned his head and looked at the other two people.

"This isn't shooting, this is playing chess. He's calculated the reactions of every single monster."

Qian Cheng frowned, his expression grave.

"But even if the skill level is high enough..."

He murmured, his brows furrowing even more.

"What's with his mech? What's its configuration?"

He pulled up Ye Yan's mecha configuration list, glanced at it, and then froze.

"All defense modules have been removed. Armor plates are gone, shields are gone, and only 5% of the buffer layer remains. All energy circuits are now directed to the weapon systems."

He raised his head, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and fury at the loss of such a genius!

"This is ridiculous!"

"This kid... dismantled everything that could be disassembled and replaced it all with attack modules."

"madness."

Fang Mingyuan frowned.

"Any monster could break a mech like this just by touching it."

Before he could finish speaking, the image on the screen silenced him.

. . .

The battle continues within the secret realm.

The monster horde recovered from the chaos and reorganized their attack.

This time they were smarter; instead of rushing forward all at once, they advanced in three waves.

The first layer has five units; they are fast and responsible for harassment and probing.

The second layer has ten large ones, responsible for breaking through from the front.

The third layer consists of thirteen units, surrounding the two flanks and responsible for blocking the retreat route.

There is no escape route.

Because Ye Yan's mecha doesn't have the "retreat" option at all.

His joint system can only support the most basic movements; any large-scale dodge will cause the joints to overload and break.

Only by focusing all our efforts on attacking can we kill monsters in Hell Mode with a cost of only a few hundred thousand Federal Coins.

He only has one choice.

"kill!"

Ye Yan's expression was solemn, and his unfathomable eyes held a fervor that others could not see.

"That's fantastic!"

In fact, Ye Yan was enjoying the feeling of controlling the mecha, his fingers flying across the control panel.

The mental energy connects with the mecha and spreads throughout the entire arena.

At this moment, in Ye Yan's eyes, these demons were nothing more than chess pieces waiting to be removed from the chessboard.

Click.

His movements were slow, precise, and perfectly correct.

With his left hand typing on the keyboard, his right hand making fine adjustments on the joystick, and his feet on the pedals to control the balance of the mecha, he scanned the entire field with his mental energy to perform micro-operations.

Four lines of operation can be carried out simultaneously without interfering with each other.

On the holographic projection inside the cockpit, ballistic calculation data flowed like a waterfall.

"That's amazing! That's fantastic!"

Ye Yan's pupils contracted slightly as the data was processed, analyzed, and converted into operational commands on his retina in real time.

Five monsters rushed towards us from the first floor.

This time, Ye Yan did not use the particle cannon. At close range, the particle cannon takes too long to charge, and the recoil would cause the mecha to lose its balance.

He used a high-frequency blade on his right arm.

He modified the knife, making the blade 40% thinner and 30% lighter than the standard model.

But the sharpness has increased by fifty percent.

The trade-off is that its structural strength is extremely low; if the cutting angle deviates by more than two degrees, the blade will shatter.

But that's enough!

"Die!"

Ye Yan roared, controlling the mecha and unleashing the high-frequency blade.

Ye Yan's first cut was off by 0.8 degrees.

The blade sliced ​​across the neck of the first monster, leaving a clean cut as if it had been made by a laser.

The monster's head flew off, its body still lurching forward, the momentum causing it to slide five meters before collapsing.

The second cut had an angle deviation of 0.7 degrees.

The third cut, 0.6 degrees.

The fourth cut, 0.5 degrees.

The fifth cut...that's it.

Ye Yan did not draw his sword.

Instead, he sheathed his sword, turned to the side, and let the fifth monster rush past him.

At the same time, he pressed a button with his right hand.

A small particle cannon is hidden on his left arm.

It's only the size of a fist, and its power is only one-tenth that of a main gun.

But the charging time is only 0.1 seconds!

Fire the instant the monster passes by.

Boom! All

The beam of light entered the monster's ear canal, pierced its brain, and flew out from the other side.

The monster fell to the ground.

Five, five seconds, five slashes and one shot.

Zero errors.

In the hall, someone gasped.

"His swordsmanship..."

Fang Mingyuan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Did you see that?

"I saw it."

Zhou Hengyuan nodded, his hand holding the teacup trembling slightly.

"The angle of each slash was different, but it was all kept within the margin of error. The first monster's neck was eight centimeters thick, and he cut seven and a half centimeters, just enough to sever the spine, without cutting any more than a millimeter."

"The second monster's neck was covered with bone armor. He adjusted the angle upwards by three degrees and cut in through the gaps in the bone armor."

Qian Cheng added, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment. "The third monster was leaping, and he adjusted his sword speed based on its airtime..."

He stopped.

"He's reading the monster's movements."

Fang Mingyuan said.

"It's not a reaction, it's reading. Before the monster even makes a move, it has already determined its trajectory, force, and angle, and then chosen the optimal killing strategy."

"This requires..."

"The brain needs to process at least fifteen variables simultaneously."

Fang Mingyuan turned his head and looked at the other two people.

"And this happened in actual combat, within a fraction of a second."

The three people exchanged a glance, and each saw the same word in each other's eyes—

monster.

. . .

The second layer of monsters rushed up.

Ten of them, each three times larger than the first layer, with exoskeletons as thick as armor plates.

They are not fast, but they are extremely powerful, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step.

Ye Yan's particle cannon is charging.