Chapter 101: : Pain (for subscription, monthly ticket)

Controversy over the attributes of the army spurs will not affect the battle in the arena. Bayi Novel Network ≥WYW
This is the first time an angry teenager has taken the initiative to attack, and it is also the first time that the little fox spoiled.
Turning around and changing direction when storming, it is extremely difficult for people or machinery; not only is it difficult to operate, but also there is a moment when the degree is zero and you need to refocus.
This is a physical phenomenon that no one can avoid. In fact, the little fox spear has done twice. Niu Ben used it often in battles, but it ’s not as fast as her. However, the speed is not important at this moment. It is important that he knows when the moment was born and what happened after the birth. Status, and location.
If the little fox spirit did not choose to turn around, but instead ran around the arc like a cow to change direction, there was no need to dodge this time, and the army stab would be missed. The problem is that she didn't. She just turned around at the moment and entered the field. Even more embarrassed.
"Rapid!"
After all, the little fox spirit is not a bull, and in the scream, her left hand flashed on the light screen, twisting her body between the impossible, vertical knife, veneer, and horizontal knock ... but she was fast, It can never be compared with the army spurs thrown at full force.
Click!
The sound of soreness in the ball joints, the army thorns pierced the armor with a glimmer of light, and penetrated into the left shoulder of the little fox.
The huge impact force mech backed up, the little fox was cluttered, and several times almost fell because he lost his balance. The length of the army stab is about two meters. Except for the sharp and diamond horns, it can be regarded as an iron rod with a weight of tens of pounds. Compared to the mech, this point is not worth mentioning, but it hurts and jams between the shoulders of the mech She made mistakes repeatedly.
The main fire system energy transfer failed.
The left arm balance sensor has failed.
pJ adaptive suspension is not available.
Warning, there is a case of energy leakage.
Warning, the drive train has failed for an unknown reason.
A series of damage reports are displayed on the light screen. Usually, it can help the pilot to judge that at this moment it is not meaningful to the little fox, the reason is simple, its body has foreign objects.
Any pilot, even someone new to Mech understands. The first step of manipulation is to understand that you must know what it can and cannot do, and it can only be used flexibly. An iron rod is stuck in the scapular position, and the consequences are much more serious than wearing a broken hole. For example, the light brain judgment can be raised with a curved arm. When you do this, because the space is occupied and stopped halfway, the trouble is not as simple as failure, and you need to calculate and evaluate from scratch.
This is all injury, and it takes time. For this situation, experienced pilots will say that they would rather lose the mechanical arm than stick to the stabbing inside.
The little fox knew it. When the mech retreated, she tried to stabilize her figure while trying to remove the army stab. However, while doing this, she encountered two big troubles.
For one, the best way to remove a military stab is to pull it out, but its left arm is in a disabled state. With your right hand, you must first hang the sword to the back or simply throw it away.
The second thing is simple, the opponent is here.
Dusty on the arena. The angry teenager took a circle and flew after completing the turn; although he did not have a weapon in his hand, he still had a fist, and a huge alloy fist whistled in the wind. Go straight to the jaw of the little vixen.
"Rapid!"
The little fox shouted, his left hand was dancing on the light screen so that no shadow could be seen, and the mech's backwards were like flying, while waving his sword.
Here comes the problem. The sword is originally a two-handed weapon, and one-handed is not unavailable. However, it is definitely not as easy as using both hands. The strength and degree are different from before.
when!
With a far worse operation than the opponent, Niu Ben slaps the blade in front of his hand and hits the back fist again, still pointing at the little fox's jaw.
Obviously he could scrap the opponent's arm with one stroke. At the moment, he was in a suppressed state. The little fox spoiled his teeth. When he stepped back, he jumped up and kicked in the air.
Unconventional action again!
It is shocking that Niuben, who has already prevailed, did not choose to concede, but just moved his fist slightly down and hit the opponent hard from top to bottom to replace the injury.
boom!
In the sound of the huge impact, the little fox spirit, who was already in retreat, could no longer maintain his balance and fell on his back. Here, the angry teenager took a hard step, took a few steps back to barely stabilize his body, "soonly" resumed his attacking posture and stormed again.
The reason for quoting soon is that he is really not fast, and without turning, it is equivalent to the time it took for the little fox to go from standstill to attack-this is almost double the gap!
That's enough! Because the opponent's situation is even more daunting. The little fox spirit not only fell to the ground, but was nailed to the ground by the army stabs that penetrated the shoulder blades. No matter how fast her operation was and how sensitive the reaction was, she had to stand up.
The wind is coming, the fist is here!
The angry teenager stormed twice, the injured body was slightly inconvenient, and the cockpit seemed to have been knocked off, but the target was exactly the same as before, staring at the little fox's jaw.
That was where he attacked for the first time, and it was also the area where the little fox spirit was injured for the first time. Because of the lack of armor cover, the throat had been exposed, which was not only miserable, but also absolutely fatal. Looking at the fist rushing towards him, the little fox in the cockpit felt the strength and stubbornness of the opponent, and there was a suffocating alternative wild.
That was a tough and unswerving swearing-in, and it was the will of "You're Crazy and I'm Crazy", like a tiger catching a prey, no matter where the claws point, it's a pavement for the ultimate lock throat.
Dignified and fierce and domineering, this was originally a little fox spirit battle label. Her fighting style is sturdy and stern, and her eyes are fast. As long as it is someone who knows it, no one is willing to fight against it. The opponents I met today seemed to be clumsy in their operation, and they just released a breath of coolness.
"Can't lose!"
Encouraging himself with screams, the little fox made an unbelievable move, held her right arm flat, and stunned herself.
Oh, her knife is flat.
when!
The blade was shot at the tail of the army. The weapon that had harmed her for a long time penetrated her body and shot more than ten meters away. Finally, the root cause was eliminated, and the little fox could hardly do the rest. If the iron fist smashed into the blade, the body would fly up again.
The powerful operation played a role again, and the little fox essence actually opened the distance. In the huge smoke, when she stood up swaying, and quickly checked the information of the injury that had been determined, Li Xiao sound once again poured into the ear drums.
"How could it be so fast?"
Feeling the opponent suddenly raised a grade. When he saw what was going on, the little fox was stunned.
Niu Ben couldn't catch up with her, the army stab could, the angry boy took two steps forward and picked up the army stab. Once again used as a javelin, flew forward.
"Ahhhhh!"
Indescribable sullenness and humiliation, the little fox speared his sword in a hurry, barely blocked, and stabbed Feijun into a stab.
The target remains the same, the earlier jaw, and now the throat, a fatal hit.
Can't hide anymore.
The only thing the little fox can do is to turn and lower his head, and use half of his face to bear the opponent's fist.
boom!
The body flew back again, it should have fallen but did not fall. The little fox slammed into the fence, ejected, and the two phases struck, and his body was completely out of balance.
Someone helped her stand up.
The previous attack had not encountered confrontation, and the angry teenager had not experienced strong setbacks. He followed the steps of the little fox, and before he fell, he was faced with another punch.
The little fox stabs ... she can even react.
Add strength, lean back and lean against the wall. Another fist came face to face.
Then came the next punch, another punch, another punch ... as if endless.
...
...
In the banquet hall, the sound of dispute had long ceased. Fell into dead silence.
In the screen, the angry teenager forced the little fox to the corner, punching after punching, and the impact of the metal was harsh, but it seemed to have a certain rhythm, even the parts flying around. The radiant sparks seemed to reveal a certain rhythm.
The angry teenager is not crazy, but shows the chillness and indifference. His timing of punching is very good, persistent, precise, not slow and patient.
The angry teenager made a left punch, and the little fox fine succeeded in blocking.
The angry teenager punched his right hand, and the little fox had an inconvenient left arm, and was beaten up.
The angry teenager made a left punch, and the little vixen tried to escape, and his body was beaten back.
The angry teenager punched and punched again, and the little fox essence fell down again.
Angry teenager continues punching ...
Gradually, the little fox retreated into the dead corner, and his body was no longer visible. There was only one huge metal monster left on the screen, punching, punching, and punching again.
The fighting has not stopped, and I do n’t know why, the little fox spirit has not conceded yet, showing an admirable tenacious fighting spirit, but because of this, the scene looks extremely brutal.
The sluggish people seemed to feel that the two sides of the battle were not mechs, but two living beings.
"Isn't it too much?" Someone finally couldn't bear it, with a voice of contempt and anger.
"Isn't it a win, so cruel?"
"Can Yunshou be great? Yunshou ... hiss!"
The pause was due to a shift in vision. Previously, because of the eye-catching situation, people could no longer afford to look at the technical data; now that they have spare time, everyone's eyes moved to the two small windows next to them, stunned.
The exclaiming attracted more eyes. Hundreds were at a loss as they looked at the numbers displayed.
As the result of the battle is not yet available, most of the data has not yet been displayed. Of course, everyone does not care, just look at the current hand record.
No. 1 machine: the highest is 31, the lowest is 15, and the average is 22.
No. 2 machine: the highest is 17, the lowest is 3, and the average is 9.
"Is this the power of Yunshou?"
Everyone looked at each other blankly, and at this moment remembered that the purpose of this competition was not to compare who wins and who loses, or who is strong or weak, but to observe the operation of the clouds, so I purposely let Niuben open the cockpit video, Show it to everyone.
This is definitely an unreasonable request, Niuben promised, but ... Has anyone ever paid attention to it? What people really want to see is just how the owner of Yunshou was defeated and beaten.
Unfortunately, the result is exactly the opposite of what was expected.
Some people inexplicably felt ashamed, their sights shifted again, and people set their sights on the third window, only to see a steady hand repeating some regular actions-now all he has to do is punch. Subtle at all.
"Angry boy, angry ... no wonder he would take the name."
In the murmur, a light buzzing sound was transmitted to the ear drum, and the picture on the light and shadow screen was freezed, and then the result of the battle was jumped out.
A big "and" word.
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... (To be continued.)
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