Counterfeit Hero

When the fat man walked to the racecourse alone, the guards and staff along the way looked at him with surprised eyes, and then looked away very considerately, pretending to turn a blind eye.

However, this kind of consideration was obviously not very successful. Everyone had a weird expression on their face, like a cramp. Fatty could be sure that, where he couldn't see, these guys who couldn't help but be beaming in front of them would even beat gongs and drums and clap their hands to celebrate.

The fat man who dared to beat up people on their territory was really happy to be dealt with by Hastings.

With a stinky face, the fat man walked between An Lei and Margaret, who were biting their lips and looking at each other with sullen faces. He lay on the white wooden fence and said bitterly: "Is it funny?"

With a puff, the two girls burst into laughter like silver bells. An Lei took the fat man's arm and buried her face in his shoulder, trembling all over. Margaret, on the other hand, covered her mouth and turned-up nose with one hand, and her stomach with the other, leaning on the fat man.

An Arabian pony that was wandering near the fence, eager for more carrots, ran away in fright. Its slender hooves kicked up a trail of dust on the ground, the mane on its neck was flying, and its raised tail was like a golden reed fluttering in the wind.

"Does it hurt?" An Lei carefully touched the bruise at the corner of the fat man's eye with her hand, her eyebrows filled with a look of distress and fun.

"Is it Old Fari or Haig?" Margaret bumped the fat man with her shoulder and asked with a smile.

"It hurts!" Fatty grinned in reply to An Lei, and angrily said to Margaret with a look of grievance and annoyance: "The two of them!"

"You deserve it!" the two girls ridiculed in unison, triggering a burst of laughter again. He dared to beat someone up in the Hastings house. It was a miracle that this lawless fat man was still standing here alive.

At this moment, an arrogant voice suddenly came from behind.

"Are you Tian Xingjian?"

The fat man, who was sullen and trying his best to show that he was not as knowledgeable as a woman, was startled, sighed, and turned around. He found that at some point, a tall and strong young man had walked behind him, surrounded by several third-generation Hastings family members.

The young man has thick long brown hair and black beard, a pair of deeply sunken blue eyes, a big and broad nose, and looks like a strong lion.

An angry Carly and a disdainful Carlyle stood behind the young man, like two complaining children, glaring angrily at the fat man.

"Any advice?!" The fat man raised his eyebrows.

The young man looked at the fat man with a gloomy face, suddenly burst into laughter, and stretched out his hand: "I am Licht. I heard that you just beat up Adolf?!"

The young man's hearty smile is like a ray of sunshine shining from the dark clouds to the earth, making people unable to help but have a good impression of him.

The fat man stretched out his hand to shake his hand and said with a smile, "I was beaten too."

"Did Old Fari and Haig move their hands at the same time?" Licht had obviously heard what the fat man was saying, glanced at Margaret, and asked happily.

"Yes!" The fat man said angrily with a toothache on his face.

"Hahahaha!" Licht laughed and gave the fat man a thumbs up: "You are the first one who can beat someone in Sals Manor. What's even more awesome than this is that you can actually make the old man beat someone up. Fali and Haig attack at the same time! Originally, I wanted to compete with you, but now that you are here, I’d better just admit defeat!"

"Brother Licht!" Carlyle shouted from the side. This young man with blond hair is obviously still resentful of Fatty's arrogance. He originally thought that Licht could dampen Fatty's arrogance, but who knows, Licht gave up immediately. For a moment, the blond boy's face turned red.

"Uh" Licht secretly glanced at the fat man, then turned to look at the two mechas on guard in the distance: "I heard that these mecha warriors under your command are all God of War level?"

"So, the average hand speed is over sixty-eight moves." The fat man glanced at Carly and Carlyle out of the corner of his eye. The two little guys' eyes widened and their mouths opened wide. Their faces were filled with horror, excitement, and envy. His expression couldn't be hidden no matter what.

Licht secretly winked at the fat man, tsked twice, and said: "I also heard that this kind of rampant mecha is the most advanced twelfth generation mecha in the Fei League, and many of its key technologies come from Yu bandit army"

The fat man waved his hand with a fake humility: "What Guande technology is, it's just some elimination technology."

disuse? This time, not only Carly and Carlyle curled their lips, but even Licht was dumbfounded. Is this fat man bragging too much?

You know, because of these twelfth-generation mechas, the entire Fei Alliance upper echelons were in turmoil. Several major arms dealers worked hard to make wedding clothes for the bandits, but their skills were inferior to others. No one cared about the twelfth-generation mecha they launched on their own. Some of the people who placed orders for face only placed a few symbolic orders. vehicle.

This has become a laughing stock among all the super corporations.

There is news that several major arms dealers have recently joined forces to open their respective military laboratories to jointly build new twelfth-generation mechas to compete with the bandits. You know, if the twelfth-generation mecha technology is monopolized by the bandits, these super arms merchants may have to close their doors before long.

But Licht didn't expect that the fat man would actually say that rampant technology was an obsolete technology.

How can others live like this?

Licht looked at the cars parked at the edge of the racecourse, feeling extremely itchy.

The appearance of this mecha alone made him intoxicated. This kind of industrial design capability is definitely the pinnacle of this era. After hearing too many rumors about Rampage and watching the video of the battle between the bandit army and the Adjudicator on Leifeng Planet, his biggest wish was to be able to pilot this kind of mecha himself.

This is not something money can buy. Without the bandit army’s nod, even the Phantom Army couldn’t do it!

"Want to check Hengxing's true strength?" The fat man turned around and looked at the Hengxing driven by Wagstaff who was slowly giving instructions to the guards, and took out the communicator.

"Yeah!" It was Carly and Carlyle who shouted. After the boy and girl blurted out, they quickly realized their position and their faces turned red.

"Okay." The fat man did not look at the two little guys, and thoughtfully avoided their embarrassment. He nodded, turned on the communicator, and whispered a few words to Wagstaff.

The noisy mountain suddenly became silent. The guards who were learning dodge skills all retreated. Sensing something unusual there, the members of the Hastings family who were drinking tea and chatting stretched their necks and stared intently at the hilltop where Wagstaff was. .

After accepting the fat man's instructions, Wagstaff was in no rush to perform.

Now that he is over forty, he no longer has the competitiveness and vanity of young people, but this does not mean that he has lost his passion. On the contrary, when he holds the universal joystick tightly and points his fingers on the virtual keyboard, every movement he makes carries the composure and dominance of a king.

He was originally the third-level mecha war god of Qian Jun Dao.

Before meeting Fatty, he thought that he would never be able to touch the throne of the first-level mecha war god in his life. As he gets older, his physical strength and energy are irreversibly going downhill. Being able to break through to the second level Mecha God of War is already an extremely difficult and extravagant hope.

However, at this time, Qian Jundao was lucky enough to join the bandit army. And he, later on, truly came into contact with mecha control techniques that were a thousand times more perfect and more original than the core techniques of their sect leader Zhen Ruo Xing. From then on, he followed the fat man on his expeditions to the north and south, honing his skills every day.

Looking back today, the standard of God of War in the previous genre era is like the speed of cars thousands of years ago. Some things will always become history unconsciously.

The Qianjun Dao is known for its ability to sweep through thousands of armies. Its techniques are fierce and fast, and its attacks are extremely ferocious. At this moment, I will use my own skills to conquer everyone here!

Use the most intuitive way to tell everyone the strength of the bandit army!

Turning his attention to the fat man beside the fence of the racecourse, Wagstaff flipped his left hand. The universal control lever was like a living spiritual snake. Following the subtle changes of his fingers and wrists, it quickly moved in various positions of the mecha. Jumping between bits, the roar of the engine is smoothly pushed to its peak.

boom! There was a loud noise, and an invisible shock wave appeared as the hair, clothes and grass of the surrounding people flickered. The black mecha shot out from the top of the mountain like a missile and passed through the racecourse. He turned over in the air and landed hard on the ground.

As Hengxing fell down like an alien demon descending from the sky, two huge holes were suddenly stepped on the ground by huge steel mechanical feet.

Punches were thrown wildly as dirt and turf flew up.

With a punch, the dust-filled air suddenly became distorted. Countless dust and soil rotated in the sudden strong wind and suddenly exploded.

Two punches, three punches, and countless fists shot out of the air, making it impossible to see clearly. Only countless sound explosions were heard as the mecha rushed forward at high speed. The surrounding soil and grass clippings were exploded again and again before they could even hit the ground. Come on. Flying around the mecha wildly.

The sound of sonic booms, screams, mechanical movements, and engine sounds were intertwined together, like a rolling thunder that would never stop, flying over the hillside. Wherever it passes, the wind and clouds disperse.

After a moment, the mecha suddenly changed and added leg skills.

Two long whip-like iron legs alternated back and forth in the air, and all you could see was a constantly rotating phantom. The wind was torn to pieces, the dust was torn to pieces, the leaves flying in the vibration were torn to pieces, and even the sunlight seemed to be torn to pieces.

The whole farm fell into dead silence.

Licht's breathing accelerated unknowingly with the movements of the horizontal mecha.

Beside him, Carly and Carlyle, who were young but obsessed with mechas, had flushed faces, glowing eyes, and fine beads of sweat on the tips of their noses and foreheads.

On the hillside on the other side, many members of the Hastings family had already stood up, staring blankly at the mecha in the sun. Amidst the terrifying whistling sound, their hearts were shaken for a moment.

Landing horizontally, turning around, the mecha's body was like a football that was volleyed with great force, spinning crazily in the air, bending an arc, from the left side of the hillside, passing halfway up the mountainside, and landing on the right side of the hillside.

"Spiral rapidly!" Licht looked at the fat man in shock.

This is a theoretical action according to the mecha control standards. Like the small disk maneuver, it is theoretically feasible, but no one can do it in reality.

He knew the horror of the advanced fist and kick attack techniques used by this rampaging mecha, but he didn't know the name, but he was very familiar with this action. You know, theoretically, this is a level nine action that requires a hand speed of more than 80 movements per second to complete!

Following Licht's loud shout, the entire racecourse suddenly erupted into a burst of exclamations.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. This legendary action can actually appear before your eyes. And it's so smooth, so easy.

Before the exclamation could land, I saw Xianyi's left foot a little bit on the ground. With lightning-like speed, his body suddenly pulled out an arc and flew forward less than twenty meters, and then it was like a boomerang. Bumped back hard.

While knocking a big tree into flying sawdust, phantoms emerged from the mecha like ghosts one after another.

One, two, three, a total of nine phantoms, flickering east and west on the hillside.

Under the warm winter sun, everyone present suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill. No one has the confidence to stand in front of this devil without being shattered to pieces. The guards present could not even imagine what it would be like when this black mecha rushed into their group of mechas.

Licht swallowed hard. He spat and asked, "How many of these mecha warriors are there in the bandit army?"

Carly and Carlyle pricked up their ears almost at the same time.

"Wagstaff is one of the top war gods in the bandit army." It was Margaret who answered Licht. "There are about a hundred such super-level mecha war gods in the bandit army."

"One hundred?!" Licht felt that he couldn't stay calm at all. Carly and Carlyle on the side were even more stunned and their eyes were straight.

"But" Margaret said with a faint smile: "There are about three thousand bandits who can perform actions such as rapid precession and small pirouette-"

Looking at the wonderful expressions on the faces of her playmates who grew up together, Margaret glanced at Carly and Carlyle, whose expressions were even duller, and then looked at the members of the Hastings family and the people standing there. Adolf, whose eyes were straight in the distance, felt that it was not what a lady should do to leave half of his words behind.

"If there is another year, the number of mecha warriors of this level will exceed 20,000!" Facing Licht's disbelieving look, she smiled and raised three fingers.

"Three divisions!"

Licht shook his head and quickly looked at the fat man. He decided that Margaret, who had always loved lying to others, must be lying to himself this time.

Turning his head, the fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face smiled reservedly, seemingly modest.

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