Counterfeit Hero

This time, when he noticed all the audience’s attention focused on him, and then saw Fatty retract three fingers, fanning open ten fingers towards him, he couldn’t help but be both shocked and angry.

Shocked because of the deaths of two Level 3 Mecha War Gods, Hariman and Nakagawa Daiki. Recalling that inexplicable fall by Parkinson, he felt quite apprehensive about the bandit army’s methods.

Angry because, from the very beginning, Cosmo had been under his control, and after over a hundred moves, Cosmo hadn’t posed any real threat. In such a situation, that Fatty dared to think he could defeat him within the countdown of ten fingers, which was sheer humiliation.

Ten fingers, I’ll make sure you can’t finish counting them!

Kirburn’s left hand swiftly maneuvered the control lever between gears three, two, and five, guiding the engine’s power allocation. Meanwhile, his right hand had turned into a faint phantom, spreading across the virtual keyboard.

An attack combination consisting of a Sixth-level Formation and a Level 4 Fixed Formation instantly took shape under the seamless connection of Absolute Kill Stream techniques.

Amidst the engine’s roar, [Brilliance] firmly shadowed the evasive [Ranger], matching its every movement. The Mecha’s fists spread wide, punching consecutively like two flying Meteor Hammers. Simultaneously, its legs barely grazed the ground, dashing forward rapidly while delivering a series of lightning-fast kicks.

Fatty still had nine of his ten fingers remaining.

The green Mecha driven by Cosmo was almost entirely shrouded by the golden aura. Its densely defensive palms and occasionally raised knees to block were met with clanging and chaos amid the golden Mecha’s relentless attacks.

After two or three seconds of collision, Cosmo performed a somersault, followed by a perfectly executed Level 3 sideline arc leap to evade Kirburn’s continuous attacks. The Mecha then bent low into a squat, executing a one-handed ground-supported double-leg sweeping Level 4 Fixed Formation, forcing Kirburn back. Immediately after, a lunge forward followed, with its recoiling upper body snapping forward like a rebounding tree trunk, and the right hand slicing knife-like straight towards the vital cabin of the gold Mecha.

These movements of evasion, leg sweep, and forward lunge, when viewed separately under Mechanical Control Standards, were not particularly extraordinary.

However, the Phantom Flow Technique did have unique merits in seamlessly connecting these moves. This sequence, once displayed, was an eye-opener for Knights familiar with the Phantom Flow Technique. Although most of the Phantom Flow techniques had been leaked, such a combination was being seen for the first time.

Phantom Stream, after all, was once a super sect. Even those who understood its techniques could not foresee its moves when facing Phantom Stream Knights. Otherwise, Phantom Stream would not have faded into obscurity! Cosmo’s ability to break free from a backward leap, regain his footing, and launch an attack on Kirburn once again demonstrated the high level of Phantom Flow Technique.

Fatty had only eight fingers remaining raised.

Kirburn parried Cosmo’s attack and punched towards the neck of [Ranger]. The speed of this move had reached seventy actions. He didn’t understand why the bandit army’s Mech Knights improved so rapidly, nor did he know what sinister tactics they employed. He only knew that he absolutely couldn’t allow Fatty to count down to zero!

In his frantic control, Kirburn glanced at Fatty in the VIP box above the partition wall behind [Ranger], only to see Fatty with just five fingers remaining.

Five fingers?! It was just eight!

Kirburn was momentarily stunned, feeling as if his vision blurred, and his punch missed. The [Ranger], right in front of him, suddenly vanished!

To the left!

[Brilliance] suddenly shot upwards, delivering a mid-air kick to the left. Kirburn smirked, his peripheral vision capturing the silhouette of [Ranger]! The Phantom Stream’s movement was unmatched, but without core techniques, they could only create a few phantoms. Yet now, it was the last of the five phantoms appearing on the left!

”Boom!” With a loud explosion, the whole world turned as silent as the ocean depths.

The audience watched in a daze as [Brilliance] kicked empty air and saw [Ranger] ghost-like, lying prone on its back, penetrating through its spine! From the moment the blood trickled through the breach and the Mecha collapsed with a crash, time seemed to resume its flow.

This Mecha was a legend on this planet, representing an era. Yet now, it and its master have become history.

Kirburn made the gravest and final mistake of his life.

The [Ranger] had unleashed, in that moment, thirty phantom shadows—a core technique of Phantom Stream, using one to transform into a hundred!

Everyone knew that Mars’s top Absolute Kill Stream technique emphasized one fatal strike, whether in movement or hand-leg techniques, with the core principle being a lethal blow. In executing the killer move, it was almost like staking everything on one throw. Therefore, once the deadly strike missed, the flaws were far greater than those of other sects like the Mingxin Sect.

Legend had it that the Phantom Stream’s technique to transform one into a hundred was originally the nemesis of Absolute Kill Stream! Phantom Stream Knights had claimed this numerous times, although nobody believed it back then.

Now, there’s no need for further discussion. Just look at the excited faces of those from the Phantom Stream on the stands, and you’ll know that from today onwards, Phantom Stream has reclaimed its place atop the sect hierarchy with Cosmo’s showdown!

Hundreds of thousands in the audience were utterly silent.

When the dust settled, more questions and speculations arose in their minds.

This time, the bandit army sent just four Mechanical Knights. Yet they managed, during Fatty’s countdown, to execute three Mecha War Gods and one Mechanical Commander on-site.

People didn’t know how Cosmo’s ”one to a hundred” and the infantry’s ”Long Xiao” came about. They only wanted to know that if the bandit army’s Mechanical Knights were at this level, then what level were the War Gods in VIP Box Nine?

The vague answer to this question already made everyone uneasy, but compared to another question, it quickly paled in comparison.

Just imagine, with dozens of sects, tens of thousands of inner and outer disciples, thousands of Mechanical Warriors and Knights, and hundreds of Commanders; if they were all at this level, or just made similar progress... what a terrifying force that would be!

Many people’s minds went spinning, and those sect masters of second-rate and third-rate sects felt their hands and feet turn cold.

Even though this is wartime, and the Feiyang people might not fully control this place, even if everything was under their control, what use would that serve? Setting aside super sects like Mingxin Sect and Black Dragon Sect, the move Phantom Stream—a sect that’s fallen to third-rate—displayed today was enough to quash any fantasy of defying the Sect Mutual Aid Alliance!

With such techniques, in the vast universe, where couldn’t they establish their roots?

With such techniques, now Feiyang people have conflicts with them, can they repress those forever without seeking collaboration?

More importantly, with such techniques, who the hell would apply to join any other sect now?!

Everyone present was an expert, and they could all see that the techniques and skills demonstrated by these youthful Mechanical Knights had reached an entirely different level. Otherwise, how could they compete with War Gods relying on experience and hand speed?!

Who the hell is the bandit army even contacting?!

In the silence, a sharp whistle broke through from Box One, piercing the quiet.

Following the sound, everyone watched as Zhang Pengcheng, dressed in an Admiral’s uniform, pulled his index and thumb out of his mouth on the terrace of Box One.

This middle-aged man and the Chuckna officers beside him had excited gleams in their eyes. They showed no restraint in front of Carolina, who had bitten through her teeth, waving their fists joyfully.

As Zhang Pengcheng threw a punch skyward, the robust celebratory cheers burst out like an avalanche, shaking the entire main hall.

”Bandit Army! Bandit Army! Bandit Army! Bandit Army!........”

Amid the cheers, Fatty turned back and raised an eyebrow at the utterly speechless Margaret.

”I told you, you were just a sideshow!”

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