83 Enlightenmen (1/2)

Thinking about this point, Tian Xing Jian felt like beating himself to being half-dead.

He was still harboring thoughts over the Battle Mecha combination techniques’ mnemonics which he learned in the training camp and was also becoming joyous over the fact that he was learning another style of Battle Mecha controlling techniques.

Who would have thought that the true experts would not require any combination instructions!?

Any Battle Mecha combination instructions were dead! [1]

During a long-range attack, these combinations might save some time since the total amount of time required to complete a command for a shot was much less than that required for close combat.

And authentic Battle Mecha wrestling would see every single movement command being fully utilized, with most combinations made during an appropriate time to suit one’s own combat techniques, and also adapting it according to the opponent’s control—it was definitely not a set of dead combinations.

As long as one was familiar with the structure of the opponent’s Battle Mecha, one would understand where their weaknesses were.

Not only could the philosophy behind ancient China martial arts be applied here, but in reality, any sort of combat style could be applied.

His own bare-handed fighting techniques—one move to dismantle and seize the enemy—could also be used!

Other Battle Mecha pilots might not understand the differences between a Battle Mecha wrestle and a human wrestle, but one would have to be familiar with all sorts of Battle Mecha structures in order to excel in a Battle Mecha wrestle, and was he someone who did not understand this?

Other Battle Mecha pilots might not be able to attain the state of operating their mecha without the usage of combination instructions, but he had originally started training his hand speed using the fundamental commands, and using these fundamental commands to create new Battle Mecha movements was a very easy task for him!

A flash of realization had enlightened him, and Fatty immediately started to change his techniques.

He wanted to use this [King Kong], which he had already fully analyzed its structure, as the first offering!

Who would have known that the moment he changed his techniques, a dangerous situation would arise?

Fatty was almost slaughtered like a pig, causing his forehead to be covered with cold sweat.

After all, he was too used to using combination instructions, and in his brain, the fundamental instruction combinations compared to what was happening in reality was two completely different things.

For a moment, he was barely able to coordinate his hands and legs. Were it not for his fast reactions, he would have already been cut by the ion-blade of [King Kong].

Calming his heart, Tian Xing Jian was not in a rush and started to swim about the [King Kong] as he battled against it.

Slowly, the Battle Mecha movements started synchronizing as it brought forth a fierce imprint of Fatty’s wrestling techniques onto the moves of [Logic].

Wallace became more and more startled and indignant as he fought on.

More than an hour had passed, yet this broken-looking Battle Mecha did not know the meaning of fatigue and his movements were different from the start, seemingly as if it was another person operating it—his moves were so despicable that it was unparalleled under the heavens!

The movements of this broken-looking Battle Mecha was just like a female deity dancing, but his appearance felt like a beggar granny who was about to jump off a building.

A pair of mechanical arms, not knowing whether it had been a thumb and middle finger pinching together or an erect middle finger, enchantingly flew up and down around the [King Kong] like a water snake touching and pinching, grabbing the bosom, stealing the peach, feeling the butt, as more and more techniques began to appear.

Wallace was angered to the point that his eyes turn red, but this chap’s movement became faster and faster and his ion-blade was unable to catch up with him!

“Hahahaha… Watch this father give you a huge and incomparable middle finger!”

The Federation Battle Mechas could hear the crazed laughter coming from Fatty in the regional communication channel.

The special forces could only see that the two fast moving figures had suddenly stopped and that the broken-looking [Beast]’s middle finger was stuck up the ass of [King Kong].

Kaka, [King Kong] had, within moments, rusted after being drenched by the pouring rain as he futilely struggled before suddenly dropping down onto the ground and splashing a large area of muddy water.