Chapter 15 (2/2)

”I say, the commando battalion commander wants engage in battle with a newcomer with his Battle Mecha. Do you think there's any meaning to this? How about the two of us battle instead?” Nadal did not know the abilities of Fatty, but what he was clear about was that this commando battalion commander's Battle Mecha combat techniques were absolutely in the top few for the entire 16th Armored Division.

Letting go of Fatty's collar, Grant spat out ferociously onto the ground before looking down on the fatty, ”Might as well, otherwise someone will say that I'm actually bullying the newcomer. Against such a person, I think a single move would be enough.”

Tian Xing Jian was not enraged at all. After straightening his clothes, his face showed a boot-licking expression once again as he pandered to Nadal, ”Battalion commander, it's merely killing a chicken. There's no need for us to use you, the cleaver. That's giving too much honor to the chicken. Let me use my Battle Mecha that is specialized in killing chicken instead.”

Saying that, Tian Xing Jian ran out in an instant.

Grant had a wicked smile before saying to Nadal, ”Good good, since this is a request suggested by he himself, in a moment, don't blame me for not showing mercy.” Saying that, he jumped into the Battle Mecha which he had already prepared, waiting for Fatty to come.

Nadal and Xi La De showed a forced smile to each other. However, Fatty was ultimately a Battle Mecha Engineer before this and was entirely a newcomer. Even if he were to lose, that would not be too embarra.s.sing. Still, thinking of the fatty's broken Battle Mecha, the two of them could feel a headache coming.

A few minutes later, a Beast Mk.III Battle Mecha came walking out the door unsteadily. At the moment he entered the door, that Battle Mecha fell onto the floor as it released a puff of black smoke out from its rear. After trying its best, the Battle Mecha finally stood up while emitting creaking noises, as if the mecha was covered in rust. A few steps later, it fell onto the ground once again, producing a blanket of dust.

Was this fatty's Battle Mecha that specialized in killing chickens?

All the soldiers of the special scouts battalion felt that there was not much hope of winning this battle. What Grant was currently riding on was the top-notched 7th generation warrior cla.s.s Battle Mecha called [Leader]. How could one ever win using a 2nd generation Battle Mecha against a 7th generation Battle Mecha?

The commandos who came with Grant to find faults in the special scouts battalion were all laughing out loud. They felt that this fatty might have a brain, but it was so lacking that it felt truly pitiful. As for Grant, who was seated in the cabin of his mecha, he was feeling furious. Silently swearing, he wanted to dismantle the fatty in front of his eyes, who was so good at trash-talking, into pieces.

Fatty continued walking forward unsteadily. With every single step he took, the mecha would release all sorts of weird sounds. ”Kua ta kua ta” sounds resounded when the mecha moved. Several parts of its body were even emanating black smoke. The audience suspected that this Battle Mecha could not even successfully walk towards Grant.

Grant could wait no longer. He felt that this fatty wanted to use a piece of trash to tease him.

”I must definitely let this fatty pay the price,” Grant thought ferociously as he controlled his Battle Mecha to leap forward.

Grant's Battle Mecha rapidly closed in on the seemingly-broken mecha that was emanating black smoke and walked unsteadily. At the juncture when everyone could not bear to watch, another situation happened to the fatty. The broken Battle Mecha's mechanical leg could seemingly no longer withstand its weight. The mecha knelt onto the ground before tumbling in front of the [Leader]'s legs. At the moment when Grant was momentarily stunned, the broken Battle Mecha had already grabbed hold of the [Leader]'s ankle.

The broken Battle Mecha began to stand up once again. This time, it was the [Leader] mecha that fell as the broken mecha held onto its legs. Grant's reaction was pretty fast. With a twist from his mecha, the two arms went forward to grab the cabin of the broken Battle Mecha. However, he did not prevail. In that blink of an eye, consecutive sounds of banging and clanking could be heard before pieces upon pieces of dismantled parts fell onto the ground. The [Leader] mecha's mechanical leg had already been dismantled into extracted parts. Following that, the broken Battle Mecha swung its arm, throwing the [Leader] mecha far away.

Hong, a pit was formed as the [Leader] mecha fell onto the ground. The 7th generation Battle Mecha with its mechanical legs dismantled completely was shorter by a huge margin. It was currently ridiculously struggling on the floor, yet it could not climb up.

The cabin door of the broken Battle Mecha opened before fatty jumped down in voracious laughter. Slapping his hands, he said, ”As expected, one move was really enough. I can't do battles, but dismantling mecha sure is something I'm proficient with.”

Everyone was dumbstruck. A 7th generation Battle Mecha's mechanical legs had seemingly been dismantled into pieces. This fatty even dared to say that he could not do battles. If this was not good enough for him, then what was? Furthermore, this fatty was truly too despicable. Seeing how the broken mecha suddenly stood up like a lively dragon and an animated tiger before dismantling the [Leader] mecha, it was certainly the case that even if the fatty did not deliberately tumble down the previous few times, his mecha was not as exaggerated as seen from its external appearance.

Fatty had even laughed at the [Leader] mecha that was currently lying on the ground. Being a Battle Mecha Engineer who knew the composition any mecha extremely well, he would obviously know where the weaknesses of the [Leader] mecha were. Furthermore, using the biological double attributed arms' sharp blade and the automated mechanical arm's disa.s.sembly function, breaking apart those two legs into pieces were much easier than slaughtering pigs.

”Hei hei, who asked this idiot to have a what? Unarmed Battle Mecha battle? This father has long concealed a blade in the palm of my mecha. Serve you right for being sneak attacked!” Fatty was laughing in his heart.