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Chapter 338: Chapter 212: The Strength of a Genius Driver (First Update)_2

This makeshift heat gun couldn’t compare with large-scale heat guns and could be used only once, but it was enough to break through the junkyard.

As ring after ring of energy was filled, the battery behind the heat gun burst violently, the materials heated to their limits now transformed into a plasma state, and then were violently hurled by the force field, flying towards the opposite side, directly piercing through the junkyard and carving out a path that led to the outside.

The power of the heat gun left Teddy Bear stunned, but what surprised him even more came next.

After tossing aside the now useless heat gun, Monkey started sprinting.

His initial movements were somewhat clumsy, but his remarkable gaming talent allowed him to quickly adapt to the current state of the Mecha.

His movements became skilled, the abilities of the Mecha fully realized in his control, which also showed Teddy Bear that Monkey wasn’t lying.

The opponent’s abilities were indeed top-notch.

Turning into lightning, Monkey began a frenzied dash among the mountains of trash, occasionally nimbly shifting and transferring between them, ensuring he always kept sight of the path leading outside.

Forty-five seconds later, he had broken through the area of the junkyard, completing a roll and leaping out, tumbling onto the street.

“We’re out!” Teddy Bear exclaimed excitedly from behind.

Monkey was not as excited as Teddy Bear and calmly said, “It’s just the beginning.”

The vicinity of the junkyard was a slum, with colorful containers densely packed, each container housing a Scavenger family.

This was a paradise for the unorganized; the only large organization here was the Scavenger Organization, made up of armed forces with weapons and Mechas.

In this worldview, the power of the Scavenger Organization was quite small, but compared to the current situation facing Monkey, it was a terrifying behemoth.

The disturbance of Monkey’s landing naturally did not escape the surrounding attention.

The guard, a bruiser with a pugnacious face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the landed Mecha, instinctively aimed his gun at Monkey.

In the original plot, Monkey was supposed to appear here with the only Mecha, and although the storyline was the same at this point, there was a fundamental difference.

When carrying the only Mecha, the world treated players softly, guiding them toward the champion’s throne.

But now, the world’s tenderness was gone; it only sought to pull any deviation back to its original position, to set everything back on track.

This was manifested by Monkey finding that the guards’ strength had clearly increased.

Originally, this was a level with only a group of ordinary guards and a common Mecha for newcomers, but now, seven guards were stationed here, and three exoskeleton Mechas guarded the entrance to the junkyard, which was not a good sign.

The boar guard had become even more overbearing.

Pointing his weapon at Monkey, he barked, “Monkey? Why are you wearing a Mecha? Get out! Hand over the Mecha to us! It’s our property.”

Although it was a Mecha patched together from various parts, a Mecha was still a Mecha.

The boar guard wouldn’t think that Monkey had cobbled it together himself; they would assume that Monkey was just lucky to have found it. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

And since the Scavenger Organization owned the entire junkyard, everything in it was theirs to claim.

In response, Monkey’s fist did the talking.

Even the worst Mecha was more than a match for an ordinary guard; a four-ton punch could easily send the opponent flying, and if Monkey hadn’t held back, the guard would have been boar jam by then.

Even being aimed at with weapons didn’t matter; the Mecha’s reaction speed far exceeded that of a human, and as long as the action was preprogrammed, the Mecha could help complete it, knocking down opponents in a terrifying manner.

Moreover, for a top-notch player like Monkey, bullying a boar guard was too easy.

Snatching the opponent’s weapon, Monkey turned and took aim at the guards behind him, emptying the magazine in the blink of an eye, sending the group of guards running for cover.

The ambush further heightened the alertness of the small camp, and the Mechas there also reacted.

Three Mechas surrounded Monkey in a triangular formation, although they were all second-hand, with an average height of three meters and an average strength of six tons, they completely overpowered Monkey’s Mecha.

Changing the weapon’s magazine with one hand, Monkey started firing at the Mechas in front of him, but the bullets in mid-air stopped short of reaching them, hanging suspended for a moment before falling like hail.

“It has indeed been enhanced, even the mecha force field is present,” Monkey said.

“What’s that?” Teddy Bear asked from behind.

“You don’t know?”

“No idea, my memory is sparse, I don’t understand a lot beyond some common sense.”

“Well, a mecha force field is a special kind of small-scale force field. It can only be neutralized by another force field, which makes it hard for ranged weapons to be effective. It wasn’t there before, but it seems that because you’re here, the game’s difficulty has been forced up.”

“So what do we do? Run away?”

“If we run now, things will only get more troublesome. The pursuit we face will only intensify. If we can’t grow stronger through battle and keep adapting, we won’t be able to escape.”

“But they have three of them! And each one seems to be better equipped than yours! No matter how incredible you are… holy shit!”

While Teddy Bear was grumbling, Monkey started to attack.

He slapped his thigh and took out the alloy stick hidden there, combining three sections of the stick to form a four-meter-long club.

This thing had no special feature, except that it was heavy.

Swinging it around in a display of staff techniques, Monkey’s familiarity returned somewhat.

Although Monkey’s current mecha was battered and in disrepair, holding the club in his hand gave him a menacing aura. The slim mecha seemed to grow more imposing and formidable, as if imbued with the spirit of a master.

The shift in momentum made the three opponent mechas take him more seriously, but before they could react, Monkey had already leaped high into the air, bringing the club crashing down on one of them.

“Ya!”

The roar blasted like the thunder of spring, making the target tremble.

The overhead strike failed as an invisible force field blocked Monkey’s club, giving the pilot a moment of relief.

But then Monkey let go of the club with his left hand and thrust it at a weak spot on the opponent’s mecha with high speed.

His velocity was extreme, yet precisely controlled to not trigger the force field. His familiarity with mechas allowed him to skillfully locate the weakest spot and forcefully pinch it off.

The part controlling the force field was directly pinched off, and with the force field gone, Monkey attacked with a backhanded stroke of his club. The combination of strength, speed, and skill fused in that moment, piercing the opponent’s power furnace and paralyzing their mecha.

In just ten short seconds, that mecha lost its power and slumped to the ground, kneeling weakly.

Violently extracting the force field generator from within the enemy, Monkey forcefully inserted it into his own body.

Getting used to the new weight, Monkey didn’t waste any words. He picked up the club and charged towards another mecha.

Although there were two opponents remaining, and they had become extremely serious about the duel after witnessing Monkey’s extraordinary performance,

they soon realized that sometimes, seriousness is of no use.

Likewise when challenging a genius mecha pilot.

A dozen breaths later, two mechas lay limp on the ground, their pilots thrown out by Monkey, turning them into ready-made part banks.

Apart from the junk mecha assembled by Monkey, every mecha had its own unique serial number and key, with the pilot typically bound to the mecha to prevent theft.

However, Monkey didn’t need to operate the enemy’s mechas. He only had to find the parts he wanted from the three mechas, then attach them to his own.

Before the pursuers arrived, Monkey had already dismantled the parts he wanted from the three mechas and installed them onto his own.

Although heavier, his power system was stronger. The cobbled together body was somewhat improved, although it still didn’t seem very combat-worthy.

Only Teddy Bear, who had watched the entire process, realized just how formidable his companion was.

In this moment, it felt incredibly lucky to have encountered Monkey.

It also believed that if anyone could enable it to survive, it would definitely be Monkey.