Chapter 104 Awakening

call out.

The rays of the ranged sniper passed through his ears, and the sound of tearing the air was clearly heard. The scorching energy wave left a clear mark on the shoulders of the mecha, causing the mecha to shake above the waist. In his sight, the mecha that Ansai Nanduo hid was tragically exposed to his chest.

Time seemed to have lost its effect, everything happened in an instant, regardless of order. The Huo Niu was stunned. The success he received at a huge price was unbelievable.

"You can retreat." Yao Jia's confident voice came from the communicator.

"You retreat first, I'll go and pick up Chen Fang," the situation was not optimistic. Anson hurriedly explained and drove the mecha toward Chen Fang's direction.

After the situation reversed, after Ansedo Nan was assassinated, the rebels were like crazy and rushed towards the four people like a tide. At first, the mercenary group could barely take the roaming battle, but now there are only two options left, either to escape or be submerged by the mecha group.

After two consecutive heavy blows, the clown hit the ground hard. The pain caused by heavy metal hitting the ground almost made him faint. The pain kept him awake. He could not think of his fingers being stiff so quickly. In the current situation, let alone getting out, it was impossible to dodge the next round of pain. If Chen Jian had not entered a command in advance before his fingers lost consciousness, he would have been cut into two pieces at the moment.

When the ion sword was cut, it was exaggerated in size, as if it was a giant blade that teared the world apart.

The clown lay down his face down and did not move. Chen Fang seemed to never know how to give up, but his broken right arm and ten stiff fingers made him unable to do anything.

Challenging the limit is not just a word. Risk is fair to everyone. Whether it is a desperate person who joins the mercenary, or the three young masters of the Chen family, it is simple to say, but more shattered than reality, it is often human hope.

Anson, who was on the road, had already been desperate at this moment, complaining in his heart that he was too slow to move. If he had broken Ansai ten seconds earlier, he might have a chance to save his teammate's life.

Although he knew that his hope was slim, Chen Fang still struggled to move his stiff finger toward the data board.

Swish, the clown started without warning, his face was still buried in the soil, but his bloated body seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, and he was almost out of danger.

Seeing this incredible scene, everyone looked confused, and even Chen Fang, who was hiding in the mecha, could not understand it. He didn't even have time to enter the command, so the mecha started to move first. What was even more surprising was that the movements of the mecha were no different from what he thought. Even if he had time to enter the command, his thoughts were greatly reduced when displayed on the mecha through simplified commands, and it was definitely not the effect.

The clown barely escaped but was far from knowing that he could not escape. Although his fingers were extremely stiff, Chen Fang knew very well that the sharp samurai sword was behind him and his move was cut in half.

The clown moved himself again, moving sideways, barely passing by the sharp edge of the samurai sword.

It was exactly the same as Chen Fang imagined, but this time he was not in a good position, as if he was one step faster. Before the scarecrow could swing his knife, he found that his opponent had turned his attack into invisible and he could still change his moves temporarily.

Chen Fang's habit is to wait until the opponent's move is started before cracking it, which will make the opponent passive and at the same time gain more time for himself. After all, manual control is half a beat slower than the brain area, so he must find a way to make up for the time.

But that is no longer important. Chen Fang didn't doubt it for long. It was like a dream, a dream he had had countless times. In the dream, he used his brain to control the mecha. Now, as long as he proves that he is not dreaming, there is nothing to be confused about.

The huge pain of the fracture made him sweat coldly, and his stiff fingers even more indescribable pain. All this told him that he was not dreaming. On the brain domain control system above his head, the work indicator flashed with the pleasing green. The prompt meant that the mecha master who met the requirements of the brain domain put on a hood. Before this, Chen Fang had never seen the brain domain indicator appear in this color, but was always a frustrating red.

Since the clown bought it remotely and did not remove the brain domain control system, the seven-second principle is followed in the program when the mecha appears. When manual control is performed, the mecha master does not input information into the data board within seven seconds. The mecha control system will automatically switch to brain domain control, and vice versa. If the brain domain controller cannot receive the brain domain signal of the mecha master within seven seconds, it will automatically convert to manual control.

This is an automatic protection measure. Normally, it is impossible for the mecha master to not enter any signal within seven seconds unless it is a malfunction or the mecha is damaged during combat.

At the Mecha Sales Office of the Mercenary Association, the automatic switching time is shortened to four seconds, probably because the mercenaries' battles are more cruel, and it may be that the mercenaries' mechas are more practical.

In any case, the shortened three seconds saved Chen Fang's life, allowing him to experience the fun of using his brain domain to control the mecha alive.

Chen Fang wore the hood under the brain domain control with a serious expression. Perhaps because he was too excited, there was no smile on his face, but he was particularly solemn.

Chen Fang has fantasized about the feeling of driving a mecha using his brain domain countless times, but now he knows that there is always a gap between imagination and reality.

Chen Fang could imagine how many benefits it would bring to control mechas with his brain domain. He could defeat more opponents and challenge the peak with his physique and skills. His physique and skills could be strengthened through exercise and combat, but his hand speed reached its limit. Even if there were slight improvements, it would not bring much benefit to combat.

But Chen Fang didn't expect that the feeling of controlling the mecha in the brain domain was so wonderful. After the brain domain communication, the mecha was no longer a pile of cold heavy metals. It was like a part of the body. The mecha master controlled the mecha like controlling his own body. Even inadvertently squeezing his eyes and moving his fingers, these ordinary small movements can be expressed indecently on the mecha. Of course, this performance is limited to human-shaped mechas. Don't expect the garbage fish of the thunder bee. At most, it can mimic the movements roughly. There are very few remote mechas that are human-shaped, and most people are accustomed to manual control.

Correspondingly, the damage of the mecha master will also be reflected in the mecha. In this way, Chen Fang was unable to control his right arm and his fingers were in a somewhat stiff state, and he could not complete difficult actions such as tapping the data board, but he could still barely do it by pulling the board.

With a strange attack, the dying clown rekindled, even more fierce than before.

Although Ugo was puzzled, he still fought back without hesitation. No matter how many times his opponent was cheating, he would knock the clown in his sight back to hell. When he got used to Chen Fang's attack, he subconsciously retreated when swinging the knife, but the clown turned around like a ball and attacked the fierce general on the other side with a clever attack.

The clown's speed did not increase, but in fact it decreased. Once the brain area is used, the speed is restricted by its physical condition. However, the clown gives people the feeling that it is fast, which is a change in the rhythm of the movement, which is more immediate than the substantial speed increase.

Now, Chen Fang doesn’t have to use the data board to input the instructions to the intelligent brain after considering the plan, analyze the opponent’s intentions, and launch an offensive immediately. Invisibly, the pace is more than one beat faster.

The reaction in the battle was even more significant. Before, he barely attacked two mechas, but now he is attacking, attacking one mecha first and another mecha. Although the speed is incredible, he has done it. He can understand the opponent's movements first and analyze the opponent's speed and angle to the accuracy. With just one unpainful attack, or even a feint, he can make the opponent's offense collapse. Before the opponent brews a second attack, he has enough time to destroy the other opponent's offense.

"Interesting, it seems that I don't need to do it." The clown's changes not only made his teammates amazed, but also clearly projected on the exterior mirror of a long-range mecha. Behind the display is a pair of turbid eyes, embedded on the old face full of pleated ones. It should have an old face, but it exudes a sharpness for no reason. This man is the sixth-level mercenary who once saved Chen Fang.

With this person's level, it is not difficult to see that the transformation of the clown is comparable to the transformation of a caterpillar into a butterfly. Of course, even the clown after the transformation may not surprise him. His body is still as stiff as a corpse, like a puppet that is not much better than manual control. This physical technique cannot express the advantages of the mecha master, and it is not as good as a master's world. In addition to good combat awareness, the advantages of mecha mecha are based on skills based on physical fitness.

What moved the old man was the clown's fighting consciousness. The masters could more or less judge some information about the opponent based on experience, such as the timing of the opponent's use of the bursting skills, etc. However, for the masters, this is only a trick that only dares to try when the strength of the two sides is very different, making the battle interesting. If you use it occasionally once, it is as amazing as a hat trick or a dunk. In a even-match battle, life and death will never be based on this experience, which is seeking death.
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