The First Generation Machine Of Body Synergy

"Do you want to try a body coordination operation?" Mu Fan, who was about to give up resisting, suddenly heard an electronic notification from the cockpit.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to try a body coordination operation?" The voice confirmed it again. Mu Fan was sure he heard correctly this time. But why did he feel that it was a familiar voice, like the voice when he entered the game?

Black!

"Bad egg! Is it you?" Mu Fan's eyes widened. He was sure that this was eggie. He had felt that there was something strange about the game since he came in.

"Please call me Lord Black. Lord Egg." The white ball with the code name "Black" appeared beside Mu Fan. Two eyes appeared on it, and it was smiling so much that its eyes were squinted. It had a despicable look on its face. It was the same ball, but Mu Fan could clearly feel that the current level of the black relationship was similar to that of a real person. He could actually hear the despicable tone in the words.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll ask you later. What do we do now? I don't want to die standing in the first battle." Mu Fan had many questions to ask, such as why his beginner's training camp did not teach him the mecha part. But now was obviously not the time to catch up. The two mecha on the other side were getting closer. They probably saw that he did not have any long-range weapons and wanted to get closer and observe before killing him.

The black eyes squinted again, and this time the white ball showed another curve. It was the mouth. Apparently, it was smiling.

"Begin the transformation," Black said softly.

The cockpit was further compressed, the seat retracted, and Mu Fan moved from the seat to the station. Black metal tubes as thick as a finger flew around the cockpit, with thin needles the length of a thumb on the tip.

"It will hurt a little," Blackie said as he flew around Mu Fan.

"Cut the crap. I don't want to die standing!" Mu Fan breathed heavily, and his eyes started to turn red.

His two black eyes turned from one to the other. "Beginning synchronization! From now on, you are the mecha!"

Mu Fan's eyes showed a fierceness that was different from before. "Swish!" The black tubes that were dancing around suddenly stopped. The tip of the needle was aimed at the back of Mu Fan's head, his spine, waist, arms, thigh, and calf. Then it pierced into several parts at the same time.

"Ah!" Mu Fan closed his eyes, and his body felt like it was weighed down by a thousand pounds. His consciousness was no longer in the cockpit, but spread out, and he was now in the rocky area. He could not see that he was being led by the black tube to the middle of the cockpit, and then his feet were lifted off the floor, and his entire body was suspended in the cockpit.

"Training camp's Mo—no, combatants have their own decisions. Mecha training has not been carried out, so I'll make it up to you here. This time, I'll let you experience the body synergy. Go and stimulate your combat instincts, Mufan!" Black quietly floated to the side, his eyes shrinking into two dots as he stared at Mu Fan, who was hanging there.

"Don't disappoint me. I will accompany you to break out of Planet Luohao, fight with you in this vast galaxy, and let me be engraved with you on the monument of human history in this universe!" Mu Fan did not know what Blackie had done during the time he disappeared, but the degree to which Blackie's emotions were generated far exceeded his imagination. As if he heard Blackie's soft voice, Mu Fan, who was floating, raised his right fist and clenched it tightly.

85% Physical Sense Simulation: Mu Fan is not Mu Fan, but EH01, + 1%, pain locked at 100%. After performing body coordination, the damage to the mecha will be transferred to Mu Fan's body.

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"Is that guy a novice?"

"Probably."

The two yellowish-yellow mecha carefully walked toward Mu Fan and talked in the team channel. They had never seen this mecha before. They had fought from level 1 to level 5 and returned to practice their basic skills. They had seen all kinds of mecha in the past two years. It would have been fine if they had never seen a mecha from the Fantasy Department, but this mecha in front of them was obviously a real mecha. Who was the one who had made a joke and took this modified antique textbook model to battle?

Both of them chose the ambusher, a mecha from the same era. However, in the past, other than the armor on the back and legs, it enhanced long-range attacks and increased the motion type correspondingly.

"Forget it. Let's finish him off." The mecha on the left suddenly felt bored. This mecha was obviously a newbie. There was a limit to how much a master could show off. Who was he trying to scare by standing there?

"Hmm, godlike." The mecha on the right took out a lightweight metal blade and slashed horizontally at the white skeleton's waist.

Suddenly, they saw the mecha in front of them move.

The three-fingered robot raised his arm gently and shook it.

"It's too late!" said the player in the mecha cockpit on the right as he laughed fiercely. "One second later, this skeleton frame will be split into two."

However, a scene that neither of them expected appeared. The first-generation humanoid mecha fell straight back, and then its raised right arm suddenly charged down to support the mecha's descent.

The mecha operator who was slashing horizontally did not expect that a simple horizontal slash would cause such a reaction from the opponent's mecha.

This person was playing the pig to eat the tiger!

Humph, kill!

His right hand quickly switched to the control panel, and his left hand switched to the control stick.

The Slayer's internal hydraulic bearing instantly bore the weight and forced the arm to change its trajectory. It began to change the mecha's slashing motion, from horizontal slashes to diagonal slashes.

When the humanoid machine's right arm hit the ground, it raised its skeleton-like alloy leg from the ground and kicked the right arm of the attacker.

"Beep, right arm damaged by 15%, motion decreased. Weapon usage is not allowed."

The mech pilot gasped. He met a master.

This series of actions took place in the blink of an eye. The assailant on the left had only just reacted.

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As soon as Mu Fan's consciousness stabilized, he felt danger coming at him. A metal knife cut through his field of vision. He subconsciously avoided it, and at the same time, he wanted to jump up and kick the opponent in the chest.

However, when he exerted his strength, he felt that his body could not keep up with his thoughts. He then realized that he should be representing the mecha now.

Was this what it felt like to pilot a mecha with a coordinated body? It felt good. He did not need to pay attention to the freakish control console. However, his body felt like it was pressing on something heavy. A simple evasion motion was heavy and slow.

Unbeknownst to Mu Fan, he was looking at his floating body in the darkness. A red light flashed in his eyes.

This is mecha combat? The feeling of walking on the edge of life and death… is great!

With just a thought, Mu Fan made adjustments according to his reaction just now. He took advantage of the momentum and kicked out with his left leg. It would be best if he hit the target, but if he missed, he would use the momentum and turn sideways.

He had made the right bet! His combat instincts gave him the most accurate judgment.

He used his right leg to kick away the metal knife that the opponent was waving with his right hand.

With a perfect but slightly clumsy twist, the white skeleton flipped 180 degrees, then put its right leg behind it. It knelt on one knee with its left leg, pulled out the katana on its back with its left arm, and held it with three fingers. The mecha raised its head and looked ahead.

The roles were reversed! This funny first-generation mecha was like a ferocious beast preying on its prey. Bow, charge!

The two ambushers looked like they were facing a formidable enemy!

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