This is a visual feast for First Level Mecha Warriors.
Wen Lei never imagined that someone could turn a nerve-wracking battle into an art form.
He never thought there could be a First Level warrior who could single-handedly duel a Balanced Second Level Ruined Beast.
He once believed the stories of Sid Meier were legends.
Now, the legend is unfolding before his eyes.
He stared hard, not daring to blink even once throughout.
Ren Zhong’s data largely trailed behind the enhanced Screaming Wolf, direct confrontation was a dead end.
Yet, he led with a Brain Reaction Index as high as 53.9, carrying 22.4 kilowatts of power and a Physical Index of 27.4, exhibiting innate skills in actual combat.
Ren Zhong did not engage hard, instead opting to keep moving around.
Each time he thrust his sword, it was like a fleeting dragonfly touch, never pursuing to break its defense.
Whenever the Screaming Wolf showed signs of a fierce counterattack, Ren Zhong would immediately withdraw.
Each time, Ren Zhong narrowly escaped, as if he would collapse in the next second.
Yet, miraculously, no matter how perilous it looked on the surface, the Screaming Wolf couldn’t touch him at all.
The onlookers felt numb, finding the scenario extremely distorted.
It seemed as if the more advanced one wasn’t the enhanced Screaming Wolf, but Ren Zhong.
It felt like he was at least a Third Level master, deliberately lowering his output to play a cat-and-mouse game.
Early on, when Ren Zhong swung his sword for the first time, he self-taught a strategy centered on Yu Chenghui’s dual swordsmanship.
Although he had only watched that brief video and his memory was vague, it didn’t stop him from capturing the charm that perfectly combined weapon inertia with the human body and bringing it to life in exoskeleton-based mecha fighting.
Initially, when he used this swordsmanship against the injured Crystal Armored Long-tailed Rat, he had only taken the first step.
In every fight since, he continuously experimented with techniques and self-summarized.
Until the last night of his past life, he snatched a Fourth Level wristwatch from Bei Lihui and started the Hell-Level Second-Level Virtual Reality training, grinding for a full eight hours inside.
Utilizing the risk-free, yet extremely realistic combat experience, he repeatedly tested each move he had perceived on various Second Level Ruined Beasts.
Simulate, verify, improve, verify, continue improving...
The eight hours of hell-level virtual reality training brought him a wealth of practical combat experience that would take an ordinary Scavenger at least a year to achieve.
Indeed, in the Hell-Level Second Level Virtual Reality, the opponent he encountered most frequently was indeed this enhanced Screaming Wolf.
His familiarity with the Screaming Wolf far exceeded the Bladeworm and Crystal Winged Dragonfly, his old friends.
He was familiar with the Screaming Wolf’s temperament and understood its attack style better.
As soon as the opponent’s hair rose, Ren Zhong could deduce from the position of the hair and its subtle posture whether the next move would be a claw strike or a fang to the neck.
When its neck was lowered to a particular angle, it intended to unleash the Big Move and intimidate with a scream.
Ren Zhong anticipated its every move, then displayed the skills honed through countless trials in virtual reality.
Ju Qingmeng’s addition of the Flexible Metal Transmission Chain was enough to support the complex movements that exceeded the usual material performance of First Level exoskeletons, creating the current scene.
Finally, the Screaming Wolf leapt back three meters, lowered its head, fiercely opened its giant maw, and suddenly raised its head.
It was about to unleash its Big Move.
Bang bang bang bang...
Eight consecutive explosions erupted in its throat.
It was dead, dead without any...
In short, the Screaming Wolf was terribly unfortunate, dying quite miserably.
Its throat was blown open.
The one who took it down was eight Thumb Grenades, fired from the double-barrel mini cannon on Ren Zhong’s shoulders in four rounds of dual shots.
Rewind to two seconds earlier, when the Screaming Wolf was wearied by futile entanglement, amassing energy within its body, ready to unleash its Big Move. Ren Zhong preemptively activated the small cannon and completed an instantaneous eight-shot burst.
Its head hadn’t fully raised, only halfway up, when it precisely met the eight grenades flying side-by-side, truly a precision feed.
Seeing the Screaming Wolf stop struggling, Ren Zhong paused, sighed with relief.
He had quite the thrill tonight.
For once, he didn’t rely on the Big Device, nor did he use preset programs to auto-fight, achieving the cross-level suppression merely by his immediate response and the regular output power.
This marks a very good start.
The path of Sid Meier, I tread more smoothly.
Ren Zhong clapped his hands, waving to the zone workers who were dumbfounded, "Come over and dismantle the Crystal Chip. It’s getting late; we should hurry back."