Chu Yang was staring at the arena with excitement on his face, but suddenly he covered his stomach and his face turned pale in an instant: "No, my stomach hurts! Xiaofan, hold the place for me and wait for me to come back and stage a comeback!" He turned around and ran, with a clear direction - the toilet.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?!" Xiang Fan looked confused. Before he could finish his words, Chu Yang had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the words "Wait for me to come back" echoing in the air.
The staff member came over at the right time and patted Xiang Fan on the shoulder: "It's your turn next. Is your mecha ready? Hurry and get on stage."
Xiang Fan was stunned: "It's not me, I'm not the mecha owner!"
The staff member waved his hand impatiently: "Who cares if you're the master or not! It's your mecha that registered. If you don't participate, it will be considered a forfeit!"
Xiang Fan had a look of despair on his face: "How did I end up in such a situation..." After being pushed and shoved by the staff, he reluctantly climbed into the cockpit of Chu Yang's guerrilla mecha.
On the ring, Xiang Fan sat in the mecha, in front of him was his opponent's heavily armored mecha, with thick armor and shining shields, like a moving fortress, carrying an aggressive and oppressive feeling.
The audience was discussing:
"Isn't this Wang Tie's heavy armor? The shield is as thick as a turtle shell, and the attack is fierce!"
"Guerrilla mecha versus heavy armor mecha? Haha, don't be ridiculous, they can't even cut it down!"
Xiang Fan looked at his opponent, cold sweat breaking out. "This is too much... If I lose, my senior brother will definitely blame me for ruining his masterpiece when he comes back." He sighed and took a deep breath. "Forget it, I'll try not to embarrass myself."
He operated the mecha skillfully and activated the psychic system. Light flowed from the surface of the guerrilla mecha, emitting an unexpected sense of smoothness.
At the beginning of the game, the heavy mecha took the lead and swung a huge psychic heavy sword towards the guerrilla mecha with the momentum of tearing the air.
Xiang Fan shook his hand, the jet started instantly, and he rolled over to accurately avoid the heavy sword.
There were exclamations from the audience: "How fast! How can this guerrilla mecha move so flexibly?"
"Has it been modified? Why does it feel so much stronger than a normal guerrilla mecha?"
Xiang Fan was complaining furiously in his mind: "It has been modified, but the transmission lines are a mess. If the efficiency is optimized, the output can be increased by at least 20%." As he thought about it, he operated the mecha to move at high speed, and his psychic dagger continuously stabbed the weak points of the heavy mecha's shield. Each sword was accurate and just right.
The heavy mecha seemed to be enraged, and raised its hand to fire a psychic artillery net, trying to completely block the guerrilla mecha's movement route.
Someone in the audience sneered, "There's no way they can escape now, right? Is there still hope for a good show?"
Xiang Fan's eyes darkened, and he quickly slid his fingers across the control interface to adjust the distribution of psychic energy. The jet suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light, and the mecha rushed sideways like a flash of lightning, rushing out from the edge of the psychic artillery net.
"Beautiful!" someone in the audience exclaimed.
Although Xiang Fan's heartbeat accelerated, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he silently comforted himself: "Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough, otherwise I would really become a roasted chicken in the ring." He continued to control the guerrilla mecha to shuttle flexibly, constantly looking for opportunities to weaken the heavy mecha's shield.
Fires flew across the arena. The guerrilla mechas moved flexibly and precisely, while the heavy mechas' attacks missed time and time again.
The atmosphere in the audience gradually changed, from initial cynicism to surprise and anticipation:
"This guerrilla mecha is so stable to operate and so responsive. It doesn't seem like something that Chu Yang can operate, right?"
"Could it be that Chu Yang hired a substitute?"
On the ring, Xiang Fan's guerrilla mech was like a nimble cheetah, nimbly weaving through the heavy mech's clumsy attacks. With sharp eyes, he seized the moment when the opponent's shield was completely depleted and quickly closed in on their back.
"Now!" Xiang Fan took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and concentrated all his spiritual energy on the dagger. The dagger glowed fiercely, piercing the core area of the heavy armor like a bolt of lightning.
The dagger sliced through the air with a sharp crack, piercing the core with pinpoint accuracy. In an instant, the heavy armor's internal psychic system completely lost control, gushing psychic sparks exploding in the air, and the armor collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud.
The whole audience was silent, and then applause and cheers came like a tide.
"Oh my god, the guerrilla mecha actually won?!"
"This operation is simply god-level! Who is driving this mecha?!"
Backstage, Xiang Fan, however, had a complicated expression on his face as he silently retreated from the stage in his mecha. His palms were drenched in sweat, and he had only one thought in his mind: "Get out! Get out! This place is too crowded, it's really not for me."
When he returned to the backstage and just parked the mecha, he saw Chu Yang running towards him, panting, with an expression that was both anxious and embarrassed.
"Brother, brother, has the game started yet?" Chu Yang clutched his stomach, panting like a cow. "Am I late?"
Xiang Fan sighed and calmly pointed to the ring: "Brother, the game is over. I... will help you fight."
Chu Yang was stunned for a moment, his eyes almost popping out of his head: "You? Fight? And win?!"
Xiang Fan scratched his head and tried to sound nonchalant. "Well... your mecha is really well modified. I just touched it twice and the other party fell down."
Chu Yang's eyes lit up after hearing this, and a bold smile suddenly broke out on his face. He patted Xiang Fan on the shoulder, almost laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "Hahahaha! It really is worthy of being my modified mecha! The performance is far superior to the opponent. I won just by driving it casually. Isn't it amazing!"
Xiang Fan was speechless, thinking: **Senior Brother, it’s not that your mecha is powerful, it’s that I’m lucky...** But he still didn’t say anything, just nodded.
Chu Yang turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go! My brother is treating us today, we must celebrate!"
Xiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Brother, didn't you say before...that we were running out of spirit stones?"
Chu Yang waved his hand, his face full of pride: "Reputation is important! At most, I can modify the mecha less frequently. If we win the competition, my reputation is the most valuable! Eat as much as you want tonight, I'll pay for it!"
Xiang Fan followed Chu Yang away helplessly, and secretly swore in his heart: I must never let my senior brother know the truth about this matter, otherwise he will be so angry that he will vomit blood on the spot.
As the two walked out of the backstage, they heard a group of audience members talking behind them:
"The control of that guerrilla mecha is too strong! This is definitely a master player hidden in the sect!"
"That's right! And the modification is also very perfect. Wow, I really want to know which genius designed it!"
Hearing this, Chu Yang stopped proudly, turned around, put his hands on his hips, and said loudly: "Hey, you're talking about my mecha! It's a treasure that I spent six months modifying! If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime, it's free!"
Xiang Fan suppressed his laughter and lowered his head, silently quickening his pace to distance himself, muttering to himself: Senior Brother, you are truly one of the most shameless people in the sect...
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