Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1576 -50: Massacre (Part 3)_2

A heart-wrenching pain attacked him instantly.

Fatty, who was never strong, began to cry abruptly. Tears burst out uncontrollably.

“You’re just a bastard!!!” Fatty’s angry roar echoed across the plains. The tattered mecha stomped the ground fiercely, its auxiliary thruster activated simultaneously like a mad leopard, unleashing all its power and darting off the small hill!

Here it comes! Reinhardt, eyes red, charged forward, both fists outstretched. That word “bastard” tore open the most secret scar in his heart!

The two mechas sped toward each other, moving faster than human visual nerves could react. What one could see were just two black shadows flashing by in the air, until the sudden loud clash of metal sounded, and the dust on the ground appeared out of thin air, drawing two straight paths like waves cut by a high-speed motorboat, chasing after the mecha and swirling around.

This terrifying speed made everyone nearby tremble. Is this the battle of the era’s top mechanical warriors?

“Kill!”

Five hundred black Devil Mecha followed Fatty, crashing into the Suss Armored Group led by forty-one Judgers.

On the plains, it was like a whirlwind of metal rising from the ground, amidst roaring thunder, the warriors on both sides like two ferocious prides of hungry lions, roaring and biting each other, turning the entire area upside down!

With a loud “boom,” the two figures of Fatty and Reinhardt finally appeared on the retina. Their instantaneous attack exploded the air, circular shockwaves blew outward, and the dust and sand shot up, unable to keep up with the wild wind and shockwave, swirling together under forces from different directions.

After dozens of lightning-fast exchanges, the two mechas flew back in opposite directions following a violent clash.

“Die!” Reinhardt shouted furiously the moment he touched the ground.

The elegant body of the [Judgement] mecha flashed and disappeared in the air, one could only see it like a fiery red meteor emerging from hell, a gleaming punch tearing through space, aimed straight at Fatty’s face.

“Die, you son of a bitch! Bastard!” Fatty flipped backward as he landed, pushing off the ground like an arrow shot from a bowstring. When the speeding mecha reached its top speed, it suddenly leapt up like an iron axe thrown forward with full force, spinning through the air, its foot aimed squarely at Reinhardt’s chest.

This punch and kick collided in the air, producing a deafening crash. A series of sparks from the clash of metal flashed across the sky. As the fists and feet parted the air, a piercing whistling sound enveloped in dust, rushed toward the center of the battle, only to be forced back again amidst a barrage of explosive sounds.

On the hard surface of the D88 highway, cracks spread outward like winding lightning, and various sized rocks soared into the air after being struck by the mechas, immediately turning into airborne stone powder under the fist wind.

A cold snort sounded, as Reinhardt landed with knees bent, [Judgement’s] black knee crashing toward [Logic] like a shell.

This collision, swift as thunder, fast as lightning, the standard of eighty-five actions per second burst out instantly, making it seem impossible to evade and undefeatable.

As Judgement’s knee was about to hit Logic, at the critical moment, Fatty suddenly changed his move. The rapid punches and electric kicks transformed into the gentle sway of willow in a spring breeze, his hands pushed down lightly on Judgement’s knee, flipping agilely into the air, Logic’s legs kicked like a cannonball, racing toward Judgement’s chest with lightning speed.

This incredible maneuver left the surrounding Suss Knights astounded, none of them expected that a mecha weighing tens of tons could be so nimble, totally overturning their knowledge. But Reinhardt was all too familiar with Fatty’s bizarre control techniques. He defended with both fists, blocking all of Logic’s chain kicks. In an instant, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves.

The sound of hundreds of collisions in the frenzied battle echoed like rapid war drums. The five hundred Rampage mecha divided into a hundred to tangle with the Judgers, while the rest charged straight into the Suss Mecha Group, unleashing slaughter. Explosive bursts of light shone around the two mechas entangled in fierce fighting, columns of flame shot skyward, and flying fragments turned into a sky full of shooting stars.

Boom! Judgement and Logic clashed fists. In the head-to-head fight, Reinhardt, with faster punches and straighter arms, punched back the tattered mecha, then turned fist into claw, swung his right arm fiercely, grabbing at Fatty’s cockpit.

The wind sound brought by this grab moving swiftly through the air, faintly resembling a tiger’s roar. Judgement’s black forearm shell, due to air friction, turned fiery red, the leaf-like protective arm spun, its circular energy shield trailing a blue chaotic afterimage in the air, like a dandelion blown apart under a fluorescent light.

As the steel claw roared toward him, Fatty gritted his teeth and retreated rapidly.

After the modification, Reinhardt’s control frequency indeed surpassed the eighty-five actions per second standard. Such skill approached God-level!

No one in this world possessed hand speed exceeding eighty actions per second. Even those few War Gods in the universe above Level 12, their hand speed was still below eighty actions!

As early as capturing a Judger at the Mars Mecha Fighting Competition, the bandit army scientists began researching human modification. Apart from capturing brain area signals and replicating the Judger, and developing a set of auxiliary control systems that enhance mechanical control using brain waves and visual sensing systems, no genuine weakness of the Judger was found.