Volume 2: Chapter 16 – Indescribable Respect
Big Dipper Wilderness Map and he chose the titanium knife? With Skeleton’s marksmanship, would it not result in him being beaten like a dog?
The two mecha entered the north-western part of the wilderness. When looking at the endless plains, one could feel the desolate atmosphere.
Wild King spun the titanium knife in his palm with a smile on his face. His luck really was bad. He got to challenge the laser rifle with his titanium knife. He was truly at a disadvantage in this arena.
The chatbox was full of excitement. Skeleton was the representative of the beginner arena. Wild King was truly arrogant; he dared to pick a random weapon and act so pretentiously. He would definitely be struck by lightning!
However, Skeleton then made a move which caused the entire chatbox to fall silent.
Wargod No. 1 threw away his laser rifle. Fuck. Was this still a battle?
Wild King was currently the most popular and skilled scout of the American Region. This action… was just too excessive.
Excitement filled Wild King. It was the first time he had met such an interesting individual. Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 also placed his titanium knife onto the ground.
The wind blew. In the blink of an eye, the two Wargod No. 1 mecha charged at each other.
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“Good morning everyone. The two competitor’s situation should be quite familiar to everyone. I am Fawn, the Fawn who likes to drink milk. I am here to take back my reputation. Wild King’s true identity is that of Apollo College’s Mech Department’s first year student, moreover, one who was specially enrolled. He is a genius who has the potential to become a general!”
It could be seen that the Fawn, the one who had eaten the milk carton, had made up his mind to be despicable till the end.
“Contestant Skeleton has decided to give up on his advantage, but can he survive Wild King’s onslaught?”
As they rapidly approached each other, Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 took the initiative, leaping upwards, intending to viciously assault his opponent as he fell. It was a ferocious method that ignored all consequences!
But, whether it was a mistake or whether his jumping strength wasn’t sufficient, it looked as though he was going to crash into the ground.
Even missing by a bit would invite punishment from Skeleton’s assault since Wild King would fall into the latter’s range. Then, the falling Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 executed a drop kick right in mid-air.
As the attack neared, Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1 executed an Arc Slide Step. Although he only moved slightly, he dodged the attack. Yet even then, the two had exchanged yet another strike.
The rapid exchange of blows took an unexpected pause as the two mecha spun away from each other. Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 braced himself with his left hand and fluidly maneuvered itself upright. Peng… The engine erupted and a burst of speed was provided to the mech’s legs. Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 blitzed towards Skeleton.
This was Wild King’s fearless style. An aggressive scout at heart, entering battle meant defeating the opponent before they could react.
Bang… Bang… Bang…
The Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 simultaneously lashed out with a fist and kick. Pilots who had a fundamental grasp of wrestling in reality could bring their skills into a mech fight. But being able to perfectly execute such moves as well as they could in reality was difficult. Even in CT, where the difficulty in executing such moves had been toned down, normal people were unable to do so. This was not an issue for Wild King.
“Excellent! Wild King’s explosive assaults have forced Skeleton on the defensive! This is his famous Hurricane Assault, an unceasing omni-directional attack that ends only when the enemy is crushed! I can’t believe that in such a situation where no one is using weapons, that Wild King’s performance is so exceptional. The large military corps should watch carefully, such an excellent scout should be recruited quickly!”
As Fawn spoke, he picked up a carton of milk. He had finally regained the face he had lost from the time he had fallen. Escaping from reality was not part of his personality.
In the previous battle, Skeleton had a good grasp of the terrain on the battlefield. In this terrain however, there was no cover he could utilize. Furthermore, he had let go of his laser rifle. He really was playing with fire this time.
Wild King was fighting happily. It had been a long time since he could indulge in such a manner of combat. Truly, most battle results were quite idiotic; a single mistake could end up enveloping their head in a fiery explosion. But this type of melee contest was always an undisputed favorite among youths. They enjoyed engaging in close combat with other experts.
King didn’t know what sort of guy Skeleton was, but his assault couldn’t break through Skeleton’s stable defense. Hair standing on end in excitement, Wild King almost wanted to howl madly.
His two eyes exuded a glorious radiance. From head to toe, all of his muscles tensed up as he prepared to release a strong punch. Exploding forward in a burst of speed, Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 borrowed the force of his charge to turn his punch into a savage, powerful blow..
The point of impact caused the ground to churn and debris to fly. This one strike completely surpassed all blows previously exchanged during the fight. Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 had only paused for a second while Skeleton’s mech’s view was obstructed by the flying debris. Following through with the punch, Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 cartwheeled and violently kicked outwards.
The entire set of movements, that could only described as tyrannical, was executed in merely a breath’s worth of time.
Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1 was kicked outwards, his two arms crossed to reduce the impact of the assault.
Wild King fell onto the floor, but didn’t relax.
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Meanwhile, in a CT cockpit in America1, a youth with hair that looked like a bundle of grass was excitedly clenching his teeth. His upper body was riddled with numerous scars which made his body a truly ghastly sight. Yet outside, there were at least a hundred people watching the competition. These people… they all looked like delinquents.
Indeed, Wild King was their pride: an orphan on the street had managed to obtain special admission into the Apollo Military College. He was the pride of the entire neighborhood.
Wild King’s father was a retired commando. Thus, from youth, he had learned close combat techniques from his father. He was undefeated in his neighborhood. His battle experience was plentiful. In close combat, oppressing an opponent was as easy as oppressing a dog.
Back in the battle, Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 rushed forward and furiously knee’d Skeleton. After the two mecha collided, he immediately followed up with a high kick to the head. A creak could be heard from the Wargod No. 1. Such moves were quite extreme and were just barely executed.
When it came to weapons, Wild King possessed an instinctive aptitude for any weaponry or mecha, no matter how unusual they were. It was as though they were part of his body. The military college said he was a genius, but he didn’t care. He just liked to battle.
Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1 could only dodge. At one point, he was a touch too slow and his right arm was destroyed. His mech staggered backwards by almost 10 meters.
The streaming audience and chatbox suddenly quieted down. This Hurricane Assault was just too ferocious. There wasn’t even space for one to take a breather.
After losing the right arm, the battle had become increasingly dangerous. This was one of the weaknesses of a Wargod No. 1. On the other hand, the web cafe where Wild King was at erupted into cheers. Being able to devastate an opponent without weapons was a lot more exciting than using guns.
Wild King’s face had a hint of a cold smile. There were very few opponents who could allow him to fight like this. Energy shields were completely unable to resist this onslaught.
However, the end had come.
“Haha, it looks like the fight has been decided. If Skeleton is able to make a comeback, I will eat yet another milk carton! Haha!2”
Fawn laughed heartily. The last time he shoutcasted, it was done in vain. Fuck your granny, that cheapskate Solon didn’t even give him a portion of the viewer donations.
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On Wang Zheng’s end, the mech’s alarms were all ringing. As he experimented with the controls, his mech’s balancing mechanism was slightly damaged, but it could still be operated. In his current situation, however, he would not be able to take another assault like the previous one. Perhaps this time, he really bit off more than he could chew.
Wild King raised a finger towards the sky, this was his cue before he unleashed his killing move. It was an extremely tyrannical pose.
The Wargod No. 1 rumbled as it sprinted towards his opponent. The opponent looked as though he had given up all hope on retaliating. However, Wild King could feel a sense of danger. When he was living on the streets and making a living, he had suffered numerous injuries. There were even a few times where he almost lost his life, and he had developed a sort of sense towards such dangers.
He knew that the opponent was a close combat expert, so he would not give any quarter. Furthermore, with the opponent’s current condition, even if they clashed frontally the opponent would definitely be destroyed first!
To be kind was to be heartless!
The distance between the two mecha had shrunk to 5 meters. At this point in time, Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1 leaped upwards.
Jumping? What was the point of of that?
Wild King had already successfully accelerated to his maximum speed, on the verge of executing his final move. His skills were versatile and polished, with no weaknesses. Yet even at this point, Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1, which had reached the apex of his jump, dove headfirst towards Wild King. Tracking his leap, Wild King raised his head, which caused bright rays of the sun behind Skeleton to dazzle him. In that critical moment, for at most 0.3 seconds, Wild King could only squint at Skeleton!
Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1’s left leg lashed out as quick as a lightning strike. Even without building momentum, it possessed unfathomable explosive strength.
Wild King’s Wargod No. 1 stumbled forward… but the mech’s head was missing.
The rays of sunlight across the wilderness were particularly harsh and dazzling.
It was just a single strike!
Fawn brandished his hands in shock. He had been awaiting a climax resulting in Skeleton’s crushing defeat, but now he was absolutely spiritless. He had even spat out the milk in his mouth!
Encountering this fucker was like meeting a ghost! Even this was possible!?
The audience members who were holding their breath let out a howl from the bottom of their hearts. The ones watching the livestream were already dancing in joy.
This was an unexpected result!
Fawn stared blankly. At this point, his heart felt as cold as the autumn wind.
He suddenly realized all of the workers were now staring at him. He wished he could die.
This milk carton was not made of milk! He had been constipated for three entire days!
He clenched his teeth and stamped his feet. Then Fawn began to tear the carton into small pieces. The show was not over, but he did not want to dilly dally. In this world, there was no one that was invincible.
As he chewed, tears came out of his eyes. He crammed piece after piece into his throat. Fuck your granny, could he not eat a smaller carton instead?
The killcam slowly replayed the last killing blow frame by frame. It was hard to explain what sort of feeling this battle gave. However, this strange feeling rushed forth and bubbled up in everyone’s thoughts.
Furthermore, this was paired with the analysis given by the Skeleton Corps, done by Skeleton Corps original creator with the ID: Extremely Handsome.
The most important bit was not the ending, but the battle’s progression. Under Wild King’s vicious onslaught, Skeleton’s Wargod No. 1 had never lost his balance. Actually, Wild King’s explosive kick should not have hit. On the video, a small rock was circled in red. When he was retreating through the foliage, Skeleton had stumbled over a small rock and thus could not dodge completely. Yet in such a situation, Skeleton’s cool sacrifice of his arm was the textbook example of a perfect reaction to a disadvantaged position. Similarly, during the final strike, Wild King faced the unexpected sunlight and seemed to have lost his focus. His final no holds barred rush was actually the reason behind his loss. The momentum from the rush coupled with Skeleton’s adept use of his foot as a knife’s blade had allowed him to decapitate the head of Wild King’s mech.
Yet this was not the most important part. The most important part was that when the single arm of Wargod No. 1 rose up into the air, he was extremely calm. This was not ferociousness, nor gracefulness, but its appearance caused an inexplicable feeling to awaken in the hearts of the crowd.
This was the composure obtained after dancing on the edge of life and death numerous times.
This indescribable feeling the crowd found within themselves… was called respect!