A single punch from Feng Yu broke the hydraulic pipe, causing the machine armor to retreat. With remarkable speed, he crawled onto the abdomen of the machine armor, his trembling hand gently caressing its cold surface as if tending to a beloved woman, albeit a colossal one.
The scene was peculiar—a fallen M52 machine armor, and Feng Yu, the machine repair master, tremblingly stroking it as the mechanical arm extended and contracted with electrical hissing. The machine armor appeared anxious and shy, almost as if ticklish yet captivatingly alluring.
While the M52 armor swayed, it managed to block several long-range ambush bullets aimed at Feng Yu. In contrast to Feng Yu's solemn expression, focused and earnestly continuing his work, his movements deftly disabled the machine armor's exterior defenses within the shortest time.
It was a marvel to witness the standard army machine armor being controlled by Feng Yu as if it were a lifeless toy or a puppet manipulated by a computer. Yet, Feng Yu seemed to be personally present inside the machine armor, touching and controlling its mechanical joints.
Colonel Lake, witnessing this astonishing display, realized the urgent need to take effective action. Despite the preparations made by the federation, even if the machine repair master could defeat twelve machine armors, surviving within the valley seemed impossible. However, if he were to seize control of a machine armor, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Though Colonel Lake was astonished, he couldn't help but admire the inhuman strength exhibited by Feng Yu. He marveled at how the machine repair master, who had graduated from their two institutes, possessed such incredible skills. Colonel Lake had once thought their former middle-aged teacher, who fondly caressed every inch of the machine armor like a lover, was abnormal. However, he now understood that the teacher's anomaly lay in his extraordinary prowess.
In an instant, the compressed high-energy cabin's power surged, causing the M52's thick mechanical legs to violently impact the ground of the mountain valley. The forceful impact launched the heavy fuselage into the air, granting Feng Yu a better vantage point. The hovering ice particles were accompanied by the flickering of chain magazines. Colonel Lake, without hesitation, raised his right arm and unleashed flames, aiming at the machine armor that had just fallen behind the tree.
Apologizing silently to the seventh member of his team, Lake knew that under such intense firepower, Feng Yu, the machine repair master, would undoubtedly meet his demise. However, the team members inside the operation cabin were left with no chance of survival.
Feng Yu swiftly rotated his wrist, disabling the soldier's wrist skill and removing the self-defense army thorn attached to his belt. He then delivered a palm strike to the opponent's neck, rendering him unconscious. Like a slippery loach, Feng Yu skillfully infiltrated the machine armor.
Meanwhile, Lake's M52 was still in midair, and the live feed on the screen clearly displayed Feng Yu's movements. Lake wasn't concerned, as he knew his M52's cabin door had closed in time, leaving no opportunity for Feng Yu to act.
But soon, his pupils contracted once more as he realized he had underestimated the skills of his adversary. As the machine repair master infiltrated the cabin, his left hand casually rested on the alloy door, resulting in an immediate reaction— the machine armor's cabin door swiftly closed. The violent barrage of bullets flashed past M52, generating countless sparks and causing surface damage to the alloy but failing to penetrate it.
M52 was launched from the mountain valley, hurtling towards the ground. In that instant, the two machine armors collided mid-air. Colonel Lake, positioned too close to evade, abandoned his plan to create distance and initiated an aggressive move. He bravely brandished the sharp particle blade attached to the wrist section of his machine armor, executing a mid-air rotation and ruthlessly striking the opponent's abdomen.
With a piercing sound, M52, which had previously been hindered in maneuverability by Feng Yu, failed to evade the attack. The armor's abdomen was punctured, emitting electric sparks.
Colonel Lake couldn't help but feel a lack of joy in his heart. He couldn't understand why his strike, which should have rendered the opponent immobile, had failed. At the same time, he noticed that the adversary's machine armor had quietly positioned two heavy mechanical arms on his machine armor's shoulders.
The two mechanical arms began to tremble, and Colonel Lake felt his own machine armor shaking as well. As Feng Yu had done earlier in the mountain valley, Lake remained extremely vigilant. He shouted sternly from the operation cabin and rapidly increased the power to its maximum, unleashing a barrage of firepower with both hands. Despite facing imminent danger, Lake used heavy weapons at close range, refusing to let the opponent off easily.
Yet, Lake's movements were still too slow. While his fingers rapidly pressed the buttons, the intense shaking he was enduring was transmitted to his machine armor. In an instant, the control system of the machine armor malfunctioned, and chaos ensued.
Feng Yu, inspired by the howling wind, executed a maneuver that displayed his exceptional skill as a machine armor operator. He flung Colonel Lake's M52 far into the air. While M52 was airborne, it discharged three spectacular ball fires continuously, creating an endless spray of destruction. However, Feng Yu's machine armor gracefully circled in the sky, causing these ball fires to miss their target and instead suppress the pursuing machine armor group and special troop brigade, preventing them from raising their heads.
Colonel Lake desperately fought to regain control of his machine armor in mid-air, hoping to avoid becoming a humiliated officer whose fate was sealed. With an ice-cold body and a heart filled with frustration, he couldn't help but be awed by the machine armor operator's formidable abilities. Simultaneously, he cursed the Charter Bureau for providing incomplete information. He only knew that the target, ranked first, was an incredibly terrifying presence.
Amidst the hail of bullets, the M52 machine armor trembled, maneuvering in an absurd manner, seemingly impervious to being hit. The black standard style gave the machine armor a solid feel, while its agile movements in the midst of the barrage made the M52 appear like a monstrous entity.
The attackers who had set up an ambush were beginning to realize that they couldn't hit the seemingly invincible machine armor. They regarded the black-armored figure leaping across the mountainside as a monster. It was clear to them that this monstrous sensation had little to do with the M52's advanced technology—it was all because of the person inside the machine armor's cabin.
The federation's renewed pursuit of the machine repair master, after over a decade, seemed to be heading towards an ignominious failure. As the sky grew darker, with only a few dim stars above Eastwood Grand District, a particular area of the starry expanse suddenly shone brightly. A beam of destructive energy erupted from that spot, tearing through the sky and descending upon the jumping monster-like black machine armor.
The powerful and brutal light beam disregarded the trembling dance of the M52, as if the machine armor attempting to break through was nothing more than a clown in its eyes.