On September 12th, you gave Xu Yan another treatment session. She was able to move her entire foot again, and she cried tears of joy that day.
[On September 13th, you advanced to the third stage of External Manipulation Master, while Xu Wen reached the fourth stage of Liquid Realm. He has been suppressing his cultivation level, preparing to make a name for himself.]
[That day, you were traversing the garbage dump when you were attacked by the Mountain King's henchmen. They were just ordinary people with guns, no match for you, the exoskeleton user. But then they summoned the Mountain King's top lieutenant: Pangolin!]
"Does he know how to make chicken soup?"
No one knows the pangolin's original name; its exoskeleton is simply called pangolin. Its legs are sharp pile drivers, and its hands are long, thin spiral drills. In a garbage dump, it's practically a terrifying drilling king.
His exoskeleton's performance reached a remarkable 2.5!
[This is an opponent far more powerful than imagined. As one commentator, the "Garbage King," remarked, if Pangolin were to leave the Mountain Digging King's clutches, he could become the eighth king of District 612 based on his own strength!]
"This... is the eighth king?"
Yun Shou was stunned. 2.5 ability, which is 2.5 times the combat power of a Grandmaster, would place him in the middle range among the twelve Grandmasters in the Yun Yang Realm.
For the Yunyang Realm, it is already very strong compared to other lower realms.
In particular, this abandoned mining planet has thousands of waste disposal areas, and he only appeared in one of them. To have such power is definitely beyond the norm.
But the worst thing about anything is comparison.
"The Mad Rhino King who was killed like a minor character during the attack on the garbage ship had an exoskeleton with a performance value of 15. I originally thought he was just a random guy on the roadside."
"So... the one who died at the very beginning was a top-tier expert?"
[This was an epic battle. You fought your way to the depths of the garbage dump, burrowing hundreds of meters underground. The pangolin, with its superior capabilities, pierced a large hole in the chest of your War Dragon II.]
"You have lost your vital breastplate, die!"
A sinister laugh emanated from the exoskeleton, whose arms, legs, and head were all covered in sharp points. It aimed at your chest and thrust two drills forward.
【Crack. 】
Both drill bits flew off and broke.
【you:"……"】
【pangolin:"……"】
You silently lowered your head; the skin on your chest was a healthy flesh color, without a single scratch or mark.
However, the pangolin's two most prized drill bits broke off as a result.
"I didn't originally intend to use this power; I just wanted to have a fair and just mecha duel with you using my exoskeleton."
You sigh, stretch out your arms, and grab the piling nail from the leg of the pangolin that's trying to escape.
"You forced out my long-trained body, and you still want to escape?"
The pile driver pounded wildly, but your grip was unbreakable, so it was the pangolin itself that was violently shaking up and down. It couldn't withstand the impact for two seconds and forcibly stopped the vibration in its legs.
Your hand grips his exoskeleton, and with a chilling creak, you unscrew and tear off the mechanical shell piece by piece.
[The dense, dark brown power within was also severed; when you peel back the pangolin's mask, you see a terrified face.]
Next, you calmly use your manipulative power to clear an area a hundred meters underground in this garbage dump, and then use the pangolin fragments to modify and optimize your War Dragon II.
[Half an hour later, the War Dragon III was completed. Its design was similar to the second generation, but its dual-wielding swords had evolved into high-frequency vibrating blades. The internal power core and materials had all been replaced, and its performance value reached 2.31!]
"Now I also have a trash king-level exoskeleton, so I don't have to worry about being bullied anymore."
[In the corner, the pangolin, stripped naked (referring to its exoskeleton), stares at you in terror: "Who are you? How can you, with your strength, achieve this, even withstanding my deadly Twin Dragon Drill with your bare body..."]
"Such immense physical strength is impossible even for an Inner Mage! Are you a Master of Machine Manipulation, or... a Supreme Master of Machine Manipulation!?"
"I'm the external operator." Tell him the truth, so he can die knowing why.
"Impossible! You're kidding me!"
"Oh." You put on the War Dragon III armor, withdrew the manipulative power that had been maintaining this underground space, and the garbage above immediately collapsed due to gravity and pressure, burying the pangolin.
He wouldn't die painfully from suffocation or starvation because his body is too fragile; he would simply be crushed to death.
You stared at the pile of corpses and continued, "I'm not an external operator."
Now you're really lying to ghosts.
But if his soul truly still lingers here, he would probably believe your statement to be true.
On September 14th, you stood up for what was right, and this time you crushed the motorcycle team of the "King of Motorcycles."
Dozens of spirited young men, riding special motorcycles, raced through the garbage heaps, submachine guns slung over their shoulders, and grenades hanging from their waists. They were notorious thugs, mowing down every scavenger in sight with machine guns.
When they hear the roar of a motorcycle, most scavengers will immediately seek cover and hide, otherwise they face certain death.
But with your crimson cloak billowing behind you, you swagger confidently towards them.
Bullets rained down on you like a storm, then shattered your heavily reinforced armor. You charged into the thugs, each punch and kick pulverizing motorcycles and turning the thugs on board into mangled splatters.
"Damn! I thought this kid was just showing off!"
"He's wearing a real exoskeleton!"
More than a dozen motorcycles forcibly turned, but two of them neither swerved nor avoided them.
"Instead of running away, they went straight for him?"
The two motorcycles were much heavier, modified to resemble two ferocious iron horses, their jet-black surfaces gleaming, and their engines roaring a level higher than their comrades.
When they were about 50 meters away from you, the two motorcyclists suddenly leaned back, slapped on hidden buttons under their motorcycles, and then struck a peculiar pose.
Two heavy black motorcycles suddenly sprang into the air, disassembling, reassembling, and transforming in mid-air to envelop the two drivers, who were posing in specific positions. The two tires, equipped with bladed metal plates, were transferred to the drivers' legs, while the exhaust pipes were moved to their backs.
In less than a second, the two Ironclad Armor suits transformed and unleashed a perfectly synchronized double kick in mid-air, each delivering a kick to you simultaneously!
"Try our explosive double-wheel kick!"
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