Counterfeit Hero

At this moment, everyone’s minds went blank. Each person was completely stunned by the terrifying data—this was real!

Shock and ecstasy surged within the hearts of all the Mech Knights.

Whether it was the Phantom Stream or the Tai Sect, everyone suddenly realized at this moment that the gap between themselves and other sects had dramatically widened! It was as if while others were still standing on flat ground, they had already ascended a mountain peak where they could see views usually hidden from sight!

”What is this?!”

A belated exclamation broke the silence. Just having completed his controls, Fatty, who had felt as relieved as after easing himself, shivered in fright at the shout, almost reaching a climax.

Everyone turned to look, only to see four middle-aged men standing dead still at the training room door, accompanied by Old Smith and Geoffrey, staring fixedly at the virtual screen. The voice had come from one of them.

Upon seeing these middle-aged men, hundreds of Mech Knights present stirred simultaneously.

The reason was simple; everyone was too familiar with these four people standing at the door—Washington Sade, Mingxin Sect Master; Carlton Bridgeman, Black Dragon Sect Master; Oldric Anlington, Level 1 Mecha Commander of Thousand Army Sect; and Benjamin Fane, Level 1 Mecha Commander of Huaxing Sect!

Four of the top ten sects of Mars Free Port had arrived at once!

Recognizing the figures, Fatty quickly wiped his drool, sat up straight, and gave a modest, dignified smile—blessings to the ancestor Tian Boguang, finally these sects couldn’t hold back anymore and came knocking!

Their presence here meant that the plan to establish the Sect Mutual Aid Alliance and gather the sect forces was already half successful! Fatty didn’t believe that the duck that was already cooked could still manage to fly away!

Fatty glanced at the doorstep, at the inscrutable smile of the old fox Smith. The two exchanged looks, and the old man gave a hearty laugh, saying to the four people standing beside him, ”Come, let me introduce you, this is our....”

Fatty stood up and walked over with a smile.

But Sade, the Mingxin Sect Master, who had shouted, suddenly brushed aside the speaking Old Smith. With the other three, he strides past Fatty standing there to greet them, directly going to the virtual screen, staring intently at the program data on the screen, as if desperate to scrape the data off with their eyes.

Fatty’s smile suddenly became extremely stiff, his long unused facial muscles miraculously turned red with embarrassment.

Damn it, these four guys completely oblivious to the situation, were too damn disrespectful to me!

”Is this the Back-step Side-Spinning Counter Kick?!” Sade, with a tall stature, a prominent nose, and curly brown hair, mumbled with a face full of doubt, as if talking to himself. After waiting for a long time without an answer, he frowned, turning to look at Old Smith, ”Director Smith, I’m asking you!”

Everyone’s expressions changed, Sade’s tone being overly rude, as if Smith were his subordinate. The other three also looked at Old Smith with a degree of arrogance.

Before Smith could speak, Fatty’s face suddenly darkened. Having long heard the sects were divided into ranks, the Phantom Stream being looked down upon for its lack of core techniques, disregarded for years, and the top ten sects each arrogant and impolite, Fatty hadn’t expected them to maintain this demeanor even now!

As his thoughts raced, Fatty coldly sneered. Instantly understanding why these four, who should have come separately, appeared here simultaneously. Surely before they came, these sects had already reached some agreement, arriving together, likely aiming to dominate the Sect Mutual Aid Alliance themselves!

A bunch of old farts! Arrogant in usual times, now at their wit’s end, still damn well think they can soar and devour others.

Fatty waved off the about-to-speak Old Smith, ignored Sade, and turned to the Mech Knights, saying, ”Come, let’s continue our training! You’ve already learned how to compress this Second-level Basic Skill to about one second. Now, I’ll teach you how to compress it to around 0.6 seconds! There are many such techniques. Once you’ve mastered them, the Mingxin Sect, Black Dragon Sect, Thousand Army Sect, Huaxing Sect, they’re all damn well no match!”

Fatty explicitly mentioned these four sects, clearly showing no respect! The Mech Knights looked at each other, both thrilled and amazed; Fatty was indeed fierce! These sect leaders picked the wrong person to mess with; this brash, protective commander never suffered losses.

Sade and the other three’s faces changed color.

To become a sect master, one needed not be impulsive or frivolous, but just as Fatty had guessed, before coming, the four sects had already formed an offensive and defensive alliance, originally intending to leverage their previous status in the sect hierarchy to assert dominance, only to be met head-on by Fatty’s sharp, sarcastic ridicule. Sade’s anger surged, ”You....”

Fatty completely ignored him, dismissively waved at a few bandit soldiers entering, and said indifferently, ”This is our bandit army’s internal training, all contents are confidential. How did these people get in here, throw them out!”

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. This chapter was tough to write, establishing a mech system for a fuller later story. In future writings about mechas, this will come in handy. Vote with some monthly tickets, please?

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. Still recommend ”Virtual Warrior”

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